My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 883: Falling into a Trap

Jun Shi was anxious, he had to get Ye Wanli out of the country quickly, as he was like a ticking time bomb.

"He harmed me after all, Jun Shi, why do you favor him?" Ye Lu bit her lip, her expression one of immense grievance, "I think you two must be lying together, but I will find the evidence."

"Then find the evidence." Jun Shi scoffed coldly.

"Look at you, such a little fool," Third Young Master Jun sighed leisurely, wrapping his arms around the aggrieved Ye Lu and raising an eyebrow, "People like Ye Wanli are notorious for their shamelessness, why didn’t you keep the evidence at the time, allowing him a chance to deny everything?"

"I never thought he would be so cunning."

"Luckily, your husband recorded it at the time." Third Young Master Jun smiled slyly, taking out his mobile phone.

Ye Wanli’s smug face changed drastically, his shock was palpable, and his face turned pale.

Jun Shi’s fingers clenched tightly, staring at the mobile phone in Third Young Master’s hand. Suddenly, his mind raced, and he understood, gasping in cold air, it was over, he had been tricked.

His guilty gaze subconsciously turned toward Gu Yan, but all he saw was Gu Yan looking indifferently at everything, expressionless.

Great waves of shock and hatred shook Jun Shi; that damned girl had been putting on an act with Jun Huang, already having the evidence while pretending otherwise, leading, and luring him to exonerate Ye Wanli.

Her goal wasn’t to reveal the truth at all but to make Gu Yan see how he defended Ye Wanli, suggesting a deep relationship; she wanted Gu Yan to turn against him and start a struggle.

With Gu Yan’s meticulous observation, watching the entire situation unfold, it wouldn’t be difficult to guess that this was a frame-up by himself.

One wrong move, and it was all over!

At this moment, the images and Ye Wanli’s voice coming from the mobile phone shocked everyone present.

"It was Gu Yan who instructed me. He hates you, and he hates Third Young Master even more. Seeing that you were pregnant with Third Young Master’s child, his hatred intensified. He wanted both of you to suffer immensely, so he ordered me to get rid of your child. He approached me, offering me a large sum of money to harm you. Otherwise, do you think, with the auction being so tightly secured, how could I have slipped in? It was he who arranged for people to clear the way and let me in."

Then there was also footage of Gu Yan giving money to Ye Wanli during their transaction.

"This, I was talking nonsense, in my anxiety I blurted out lies," Ye Wanli’s body trembled like sifting chaff, shivering uncontrollably, knowing that Gu Yan would not let him off, that detestable Ye Lu had the recording all along, yet made him believe she had no evidence. He had told so many lies that now no one would believe him again.

The shareholders were in uproar, murmuring amongst themselves, casting strange glances at Gu Yan.

"What is going on here?" Old Madam Jun trembled, her face ashen, her eyes filled with shocked pain as she looked at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan’s face became pale and miserable, bearing a desolate and heartbroken smile, feeling very cold in his heart, as if fallen into an endless icy pit, silent and desolate.

"Grandmother, even you suspect me, you think this is my doing?"

He wasn’t foolish, there were only a few who could harm Ye Lu, and just now his father’s words clearly aimed to clear Ye Wanli’s name, were still ringing in his ears!

Ha ha, it must be his father, who made the move against Ye Lu and then purposely sent Ye Wanli to make trouble at his house, having him pay off Ye Wanli but also conveniently capturing the so-called transaction evidence. It was indeed a well-thought-out plan that had been laid out for a long time.

However, his father probably wanted Ye Lu to lose the child and hate him, yet he hadn’t anticipated that Ye Lu would escape that fate. Now, in such a setting, she brought out the issue, allowing him to know the truth.

The feeling of being stabbed in the back is truly sorrowful, especially when the person behind it is his own father, who always seemed to love him dearly, yet it was all fake.