My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1973: No Reason

Fengye Wuyin’s eye twitched: "Stop being silly, changing the subject won’t do you any good. My patience is limited, so you better come clean."

Yiyi shook her head firmly: "There’s nothing to confess, it’s a private matter between him and me, and I have no obligation to explain it to anyone."

"You’ve never been someone who doesn’t understand the situation, is it because of him?" Fengye Wuyin felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart.

This girl has always been the type to bully the soft and fear the hard, afraid of death and a sycophant. As long as you threaten her a little, she basically has no principles, she’ll confess to whatever she needs to. Because she’s the type who values her own life above all, she wouldn’t bother with loyalty or betrayal and has no scruples.

Yet now, this girl who’s afraid of death refuses to reveal even a word about her relationship with Helian Ling Kong.

Fengye Wuyin’s heart sank, feeling both frustrated and angry. Is she really protecting that man so much, unwilling to say even half a word for his sake, afraid that revealing a secret might endanger him? She truly has deep feelings for him.

But at the banquet, when she was in such a helpless situation, being forcibly taken away by Zhao Zhixuan, what was that man doing? Watching coldly from the sidelines, indifferent.

Is such a man worth her protecting like this?

Thinking of this, it made him furious, thinking the girl in front of him was just a fool.

Yiyi bit her lip, turning her head aside: "I’m not doing it for him, I just think those things are irrelevant and unimportant. I know you must now be doubting my identity, even suspecting whether my appearance was just coincidence or part of a conspiracy, assuming I might be a spy who infiltrated your country. But I assure you, I’m not a spy."

Seeing her stubbornness, Fengye Wuyin’s anger grew, and he sneered coldly: "Your words have no persuasive power at all. If any criminal could just say they haven’t done anything wrong and be believed without any evidence to support it, then prisons wouldn’t need to exist."

Yiyi’s face turned pale, her snow-white cheeks losing color, her hands clenched tightly under her sleeves.

He lowered his head, his sharp gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a compelling force.

"Tell me, Yiyi, why should I believe you? Give me a sufficient reason to trust you."

Yiyi gave a bitter smile, trust? She and he have never been on the same side, nor has she ever intended to gain his trust.

Because her goal is simply to find a way to escape this country, she never cared about his feelings before, because after all, he was just the enemy who captured and held her captive, and she has always harbored hostility and suspicion, along with distrust toward him.

From the very beginning until now, she’s always dealt with him perfunctorily, never having uttered any heartfelt words, always lying to him. She never thought he would actually want to trust her now.

What is this man thinking? A woman of unknown origin, with his power and usual style, he could have directly sent her to prison for professionals to extract information.

Yet he came to interrogate her personally.

"There’s no reason for you to trust me, we’ve never had that sort of relationship where mutual trust is possible, right?" Yiyi showed a slightly bitter expression, "Even if I give you a reason, would you really believe me? I could fabricate a whole set of lies, make it all sound plausible and reasonable, to make you believe me, but I don’t want to tell you any more lies."

He had saved her on the battlefield; otherwise, her condition would have worsened, and she would have died back then.

Tonight he reached out to save her once again.