My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 933: The Little Dinosaur Breathes Fire

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes slightly twinkled, Ivanov’s enthusiasm, as well as Miss Yiren’s attitude toward Hua Lunxi, sparked a lightning-fast thought in his mind.

Although it was still a vague concept, it was shocking enough.

This woman named Yiren... his eyes sharpened. Could she be...

Could she be the sister that Hua Lunxi had been searching for all this time?

With this thought, his heart was seized with shock. As he pieced together all the suspicious details, his brows furrowed deeply, his inscrutable gaze fixed on Yiren, his pupils minutely shrinking, crossing over with a sharp gleam.

"Why are you looking at me without blinking?" Yiren’s voice dripped with coquetry, her eyes seductively misty, brimming with laughter, her luscious lips curling into a tempting curve.

Her snow-white arm slowly climbed, pressing against his broad, firm shoulder, drawing her body even closer to his.

Third Young Master Jun casually curled his lips into a smile, "Because Miss Yiren is filled with an irresistibly intriguing...mystery."

Yiren’s laughter became more enigmatic, her eyes bewitchingly deep, her thin lips curling up.

"Having caught Third Young Master’s interest is an honor for Yiren. Since you wish to explore, why not delve a bit ’deeper’?" she breathed out a suggestive sigh, her beautiful face tilted upward, so close to his that their lips were almost touching.

A cold finger was placed between them.

Third Young Master Jun laughed haughtily, whispering something in her ear.

Yiren’s pretty face stiffened.

...

However, from a distance, the scene didn’t quite look the same, especially with the two of them so close together. The angle made it seem like they were lovers sharing sweet, whispered exchanges and intimate kisses.

"Wow, I can’t handle this, it’s too much. That vixen is practically pressing her huge cleavage against Dad," Ye Yiyi’s eyes spat fire as she stomped her feet in frustration, wishing she could transform into Sun Wukong and reveal the vixen’s true form with a smack of her staff.

Ye Lu watched with cold eyes, feeling numb, and shifted his gaze toward Ivanov and Hua Lunxi.

But Ye Yiyi seized the moment to rush out. Ye Lu’s face changed, but he couldn’t hold her back.

"I’ll go and bring her back," said Ye Yuan, frowning.

"Don’t," Ye Lu shook his head in warning, pulling him back, calming his mind, "We’ve been seen by her at the museum, if we show up, she’ll recognize us quickly. If this woman is the daughter of an arms dealer, she’s definitely not easy to deal with."

It was advisable not to act rashly without understanding the situation.

Meanwhile, Ye Yiyi, like a furious little dinosaur, was scratching herself meaninglessly, yet she couldn’t think of a plan. After all, she wasn’t foolish; she knew she couldn’t cause a scene at such a formal event. But letting that vixen off easily irked her.

She wanted to avenge her mommy.

Her little mind raced frantically for ideas.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Ling Kong approached with a glass of milk, noticing how troubled the cute girl looked, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"Ah, I’ve got it." Ye Yiyi eyed him slyly, clapping her small hands with an idea in mind, "Quick, quick, come dance with me."

Ling Kong glanced down at her height, reaching just to his chest, and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"You’re so short, it’s tough even to partner up with you at the waist. Besides, can you even dance?"

"No."

Ling Kong was even more speechless, "Then why dance at all, to summon spirits or what?"

"So, can you dance then?"

"Of course! I’m an expert in everything," Ling Kong boasted.

"Oh, then please help me. If you don’t, I’ll find someone else. With my fair and tender skin, cuteness and charm, they’ll definitely agree to help."

Ling Kong glared at her unimpressed, but seeing her grinning and acting cute, he eventually relented and led her onto the dance floor.