100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Due to time constraints, Chen De could not stay any longer and had to return to the hospital. Since he had pretty much said all that he wanted to say, he stood up and bade farewell. Cheng Anya, who had something to say, was about to speak when she stopped and watched him leave.

While Chen De and Ye Zhenhua were of the same age, the former seemed much older than the latter. Although one could see how handsome he was when he was younger, she was the third person, after her father and Ning Ning, to be related to him by blood.

Cheng Anya was slightly disappointed. As she and Chen De had their own stands, it just did not work out. Perhaps they would never meet again.

After he saw Chen De leave, Third Young Master Ye then came over. When he saw Cheng Anya feeling a little bad, he smiled and gently massaged her head. “Dear Anya, smile.” His gaze was pampering.

When Miss Cheng really broke into a smile, Third Young Master Ye relaxed. As he saw Chen De get into the car and leave, he worriedly asked her, “Why didn’t you talk a bit longer?”

He could tell that his dear Anya did not reject that kind and faithful Chen De. Although Third Young Master Ye did not understand why he was so loyal to Ye Zhenhua, it could be because Ye Zhenhua had bullied many but treated him kindly.

“He had to rush back to the hospital to take care of Ye Zhenhua,” Cheng Anya said. As the coffee turned cold, it became a little bitter. “This old man is pretty lucky to have somebody sincere around him. Humph!” Third Young Master Ye coldly harrumphed.

While Ye Zhenhua lost Lin Xiaoyue, Yang Xing, and Ye Chen, he did not lose his only friend.

Cheng Anya smiled and did not say anything. “Congratulations, you are not my cousin.” She smiled after a while.

“What is there to congratulate me about? I’ve never treated you as my cousin.” Third Young Master Ye’s gaze grew brighter and he smiled. He then gave Cheng Anya a big kiss, only for Cheng Anya to call him out on his hypocrisy in laughter.

Third Young Master Ye took a sip of the coffee that Miss Cheng had and murmured. “So Lin Xiaoyue did eventually get together with Chen De. It’s a pity that those two old heads fought, only to benefit somebody else. It also didn’t help that one of them did not marry the person who had feelings for him her whole life. What a joke. And to think that he even came up asking for the kinship to be acknowledged… If he finds out, chances are he will suffer an aneurysm. Thinking about this is so gratifying.”

While he was indeed pitiful, Miss Cheng did not take the slightest pity on him. Yang Yun brought this upon himself. While he was a hopeless romantic his whole life and had countless women, nobody could care less about his title.

“Don’t act rashly. If Yang Yun knows the truth, he will certainly seek revenge. Him dying is trivial. It’s him dragging others along that’s not,” Cheng Anya said plainly and without emotion.

While she had little contact with Yang Yun, Chen De and Ye Chen’s previous narrations of him and her few impressions of Yang Yun gave Cheng Anya a very good sketch of his character. She did not want to complicate issues.

“That I know. I’ve my limits. I’ll leave him alone for now, and his turn will come when I’ve settled MBS International.” Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled and helped Anya up. “Let’s go. It’s time to go home. The young kid should be worried.”

The study room, Third Young Master Ye’s mansion.

The Mo Jue who appeared on the computer appeared cryptic and cold. Despite appearing on screen, people could feel his strength. Ye Wei curled her lips. He did not die, huh?

“Hi, handsome. You are sure one tough nut to survive that. Was that some fake blood in your chest? How the hell did you survive that?” Ye Wei sounded happy and smiled. “Looking at your pale face and lips, the injury was certainly serious. Why did you come looking for me so quickly? I am touched by how much you miss me.”

Ning Ning and Eleven could not be bothered with Ye Wei’s happy hypocrisy and mockery. Since somebody was just that tough, the young kid and Eleven decided to remain quiet.

“You want me dead?” Mo Jue asked calmly as he punctuated each word and looked at Ye Wei. He seemed to be determining, through her gaze, how sincere she was.

“You are my damn rival, so it’s either you or me who has to go. If you decide to throw yourself onto me and change allegiances, then I won’t want you dead.” Ye Wei feigned a smile.

The young kid gave her a thumbs-up.

Auntie, you’re good!

“You all, get the f*** out!” Mo Jue coldly said as he pointed at Eleven and the young kid.

“This is my home, so why should I f*** off?” The young kid smiled elegantly.

Ye Wei conveniently hugged the young kid and smiled gorgeously. “Dear beautiful Mo Jue, you wanna confess to me or what? If you are, man up and confess loudly, okay? Just assume they are invisible.”

The young kid shuddered and felt that Mo Jue was also quite pitiful.

Even Eleven seemingly smiled.

“Get the f*** out of City A.” Mo Jue, who was very displeased, blinked.

While they did not know whom it was addressed to, Ye Wei smiled. “So we have a snitch here, huh? How about you speak up and tell us what your master is up to? Can we expect to be blown up?”

“Louis had better do his stocktaking before getting into a firefight with us, no?” The young kid elegantly smiled.

While he sounded tender, he was extremely overbearing, as overbearing as Ye Wei. The siblings and the young kid of the Ye family had similar auras.

Humph, to think that one would get into a firefight whilst lacking self-awareness… Even until now, the terrorists’ had not stepped into this battle. If they had, victory remained uncertain. Louis was clearly too self-confident.

However, Mo Jue was also one who had lived through such chaos. Him warning them to leave meant that Louis was about to make a move.

Just as Mo Jue was about to speak, the door behind him opened and Mo Ye came in. As two identical faces appeared on the screen, Ye Wei and Eleven knew that the snitching had failed. Mo Ye’s cold gaze was emotionless.

He looked at Mo Jue, harrumphed loudly, and turned off the power.

“Leave Cheng Anya alone.”

As the screen went blank, Mo Jue could only say that in panic. The young kid’s face froze. What was he trying to mean?

What did he mean by ‘leave Cheng Anya alone’?

Ye Wei and Eleven were clearly perplexed. “What mime is he up to?”

As Ye Wei and Eleven got their heads cracking, the study room fell silent. The young kid tucked his lips. As this involved his mommy, he could not afford to be careless. He then called Cheng Anya’s cell phone, which was picked up after three rings. “Mommy, where are you?”

“I’m about to reach home. What’s up?” Cheng Anya smiled. Her son’s panicked tone left her a little surprised.

“I’m fine. I was about to ask you what you would like to have for dinner.” The young kid was relieved and replied as it was. “Mommy and Daddy are home.” Cheng Anya smiled.

Indeed, the young kid heard a car stop and hung up the phone. “Let’s not mention this first,” he said calmly.

“‘Leave Cheng Anya alone’ is sure damn loaded. While we should be telling them that, could they be implying that Cheng Anya is a threat to us?” Eleven analyzed. Since Mo Jue said that in a rush, the trio could only try to make sense of it by themselves.

“How could Mommy be a threat to us?” The young kid had a terrible look on his face. While Mo Jue’s statement left them shocked, he did not elaborate further. Damn it.

“For all you know, it might just be a mind game that Mo Jue and Mo Ye are up to. How do you explain that coincidence?” Ye Wei asked coldly. As Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya were in the house, they could not continue their discussion anymore.

“Mommy, Daddy, where did you go?” the young kid asked with a smile.

Cheng Anya smiled and described her meeting earlier. Ye Wei raised her brow as she had no qualms with whether they were cousins. “Third brother and sister-in-law, did Louis say anything when you ran into him earlier?” She was more worried about this point.

“He did not mention much,” Third Young Master Ye said. “When we met, he repeated those few hollow threats.”

Ye Wei kept silent and acknowledged. “If he didn’t say anything, that’s good.” She looked at Cheng Anya and smiled.

While Cheng Anya could sense that there was something amiss about the atmosphere but could not quite put a finger to it, she then said nothing.

The night quietly passed. Slightly after eight in the evening, Third Young Master Ye received a call from the port stating that there was a problem with the shipment due for tonight. The Colombian arms dealers whom they were supposed to meet at nine had yet to reply.

Third Young Master Ye was slightly panicked. This was a deal by the Dragon Gate with the goods containerized and ready to ship out. Third Young Master Ye had Fourth Young Master Tang make a few calls to confirm that nobody picked up then realized that things were not right.

As Third Young Master Ye was the person responsible for the arms deal, he had no other choice but to rush to the port.

“Black Eagle, secure the four corners of Pier 97 and keep outsiders away. I’ll reach there in a moment.” Third Young Master Ye ordered as he quickly went out.

Ye Wei and Eleven, knowing that things had gone south, looked at each other.

For problems to surface at this damn moment… As his sparring with Louis had reached its final phases, Louis pulled off a move on him through the Dragon Gate. If the police intercept the firearms shipment, then…

The outcome would be unthinkable.

When dealing in firearms, reputation was crucial. As this was an illegal arms deal, many had to stand by this said rule. When dealing in arms, one not only had to look out for the interests of the dealing parties but also had to avoid the pursuit of local law enforcement as those factors incurred a larger risk. Therefore, one had to win the trust and ensure that the reputation of the dealing parties in order to establish a foothold in the arms market. If the trust was breached, who else would be willing to deal with you?

Unless one had established a monopoly in the line and had power and wealth beyond measure—like say, Jason, Black J, and Chu Li—nobody would have the guts to drive their own reputation into the ground.

As Third Young Master Ye had always been responsible for the dealings between the central Colombian arms dealers and the Dragon Gate, he was hence reliable. As problems surfaced, it seemed more likely to be due to sabotage.

With the wind blowing at the docks that night, Third Young Master Ye’s off-white shirt was blown with the wind and projected an arrogant dominance in the night. With all the guns containerized, he looked at the silent sea with a cold gaze.

“Third Master Ye, what’s next?” Long Fei, the master of City A’s Dragon Gate branch asked.

He was a handsome young man who was around Third Young Master Ye’s age. As this had never happened to arms deals in City A, he could only take orders from Third Young Master Ye. Although they were of the same age, Third Young Master Ye had a conviction and quality that won people over.

“How much more time do we have until contact?”

“Twenty minutes,” Long Fei said. “Fourth master’s intention is to quickly pull out as things are looking bad. With law enforcement tightening their checks and despite us having pulled strings with their brass, the local government won’t be able to cover us if the higher-ups send people to check things out.”

“Understood!” Third Young Master Ye raised his hand and beckoned him to keep quiet. The man squinted dangerously, his phone silent. As it took a long time to unload the guns from the containers, the police suddenly appearing would catch them with their pants down.

“Let’s sail!” Third Young Master Ye said decisively. As a businessman, they fell back on their instincts when confronted with a crisis. As Third Young Master Ye took much more into consideration than Long Fei, he was certain that Louis was behind this.

“Third Master Ye, on it.” Long Fei turned aside and gave a series of orders. “Leave no gun on the shore.”

While he did not understand the order to sail before the police arrived, he still followed.

“Third Young Master, we have a car headed toward the docks. Do we intercept it?” Black Eagle, who was at a vantage point, said calmly.

“Just one car?”

“On it!”

“Let it pass. Run an IR scan to identify said person.” Third Young Master Ye’s lips curled up. “Everyone from the Dragon Gate is to evacuate the port now. Black Eagle, send a few men onto the boat to await orders,” Third Young Master Ye instructed Long Fei.

“On it!”

“On it!”

As the two of them got down to their orders, a hundred members of Third Young Master Ye cleanly retreated. There were only about ten professional hitmen who surrounded Third Young Master Ye and Long Fei.

“Third Master Ye, it’s Louis.” Just as Black Eagle finished his reply, a black car skidded to a stop at the docks. Louis got out of the car in style, his suit made even more magnificent by the sea wind blowing it.

There was a coldness in his emerald gaze.

Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled. It was indeed him, Louis. Louis had, as Third Young Master Ye expected, sabotaged the arms shipment.

“How’s that deal? Did Bruce, that old man, stand you up?” Louis smiled worriedly with a few hints of pleasure, viciousness, and happiness. As he saw the few ships that left the port, Louis smiled even more cryptically. “Aren’t you afraid that the coast guard will intercept your shipment with no meetup?”

With arms akimbo, Third Young Master Ye quietly stood. As people on both sides of the law stood at the pier and flaunted their presence, everyone else only saw the murderous intent and the calm before the storm that was exaggerated by the black suit fluttering in the night.

As Black Eagle and five other killers at the vantage point took aim at Louis, all that was needed was Third Young Master Ye’s order before they shot him up beyond recognition.

“Since you can’t win fairly, you play dirty?” Third Young Master Ye coldly sniggered. “What did you do?”

In all these years, Third Young Master Ye straddled both sides well for one reason—him being vicious enough. The same went for Louis as he straddled both sides with even more impunity. He was even more vicious. The color of the shirts spoke about their differing ideas.

“I did not do anything. Besides, the terrorists in central Colombia have gotten a little too brazen and provoked the Colombian army to rout them since the night before. If they aren’t even able to cover their asses, how could they make it for this arms deal?” Louis smiled.

There was an evident cunning in his emerald gaze.

Third Young Master Ye’s heart secretly sank. Five tons of munitions were nothing to sniff at. Last night, Fourth Young Master Tang and Bruce had liaised to confirm the deal tonight. With the deal scuttled, somebody had clearly backstabbed him.

Louis had indeed pulled off a masterstroke and left him in a catch-22. But, when was he ever afraid of Louis?

“You have definitely contributed largely to the Colombian army’s effort against the terrorists, so props to you for that. You’ve also won over the power base in the Colombian headquarters. That said, it won’t be easy for you to defeat me.” Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled with confidence.

“Oh, that’s timely. As a good citizen, I must report knowledge of an illegal dealing tonight, no? How are you going to make these five tons of munitions disappear without a trace?” Louis raised his eyebrows.

Just as Louis finished speaking, sirens suddenly blared from all corners.