100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-230-untitled
Chapter 230: Untitled
The mansion was so dark and quiet. There was not a single sound!
It was so quiet as though nobody was present, and Cheng Anya sat tiredly
on the sofa. As she leaned back and put her hands down, the papers making
up that suffocating document fell onto the floor and made a rustling
sound as they rubbed against each other.
The noise finely jabbed at Cheng Anya’s heart!
It was so bitter and painful!
In the dark night, her heart slowly sank.
Why did things turn out this way?
Weren’t they very happy at the start?
Cheng Anya’s mind slowly replayed that beautiful night—the moments
they held hands in the evening sun. She was laughing very happily as he
stood handsomely. The overbearing kiss in the square, the bickering over
soup… All the passion and emotions for the necklace were so campy. As
he held her hand and slowly walked in the moonlight… There was also
that bouquet of roses… She could still smell its fragrance.
Scene by scene, in slow motion and like sharp razors, cut across Cheng
Anya’s heart. It hurt.
She closed her eyes and her long eyelashes were covered with a hint of
sadness. ‘Ye Chen, how could you forsake me over a feud between
She sadly recalled the day Third Young Master Ye was at Old Master
Yang’s banquet, the Third Young Master Ye who raged when Old Master
Yang called, the out-front confrontation he had with Old Master Ye, as
well as the decades which MBS International dueled with Yao Hua.
Her heart turned cold at that moment.
But… what do all these have to do with our feelings?
Yao Hua is Yao Hua, Old Master Yang is Old Master Yang, and I am Cheng
Anya. What reason do you have to let me go?
When love and hatred encounter each other on the narrow path of fate,
would you choose hate?
A rage rose from her heart and Cheng Anya suddenly opened her eyes. She
You wanted to bait me into your life and chose unscrupulous tactics. You
had no qualms using your son as your ace and said we could try to see if
we could live together till a ripe old age. You cracked your brains to
get me to love you, and you are going to ditch me because you hate me?
Ye Chen, what are you treating me as?
I am willing to give up everything for love without any regrets, but you
could so easily let go of me. How are you treating my feelings?
If our feelings cannot resist the hatred in your heart, go ahead and hate
for all you wish. Even if you want to sever ties, please tell me in
person: Cheng Anya, I do not want you anymore and I do not love you
anymore. Let’s break up!
In that case, I will oblige. I could not be bothered to stay with a man
who gives up his woman because of hatred!
I am not a cheap person!
Cheng Anya wiped the sadness off her face and immediately stood up and
The door to Ye Chen’s bedroom was closed. Cheng Anya stood at the door
and walked in without knocking. The strong scent of alcohol greeted her,
and she could tell from the scent that it was from a strong alcoholic
The room was very dark, the lights off and the windows wide open. The
dark curtains, like black giant devils, were rustled by the wind and
about to devour everything in their path. There was a painful and
desolate cold in the room.
Ye Chen’s back was against the door and he stood by the window, his
tall silhouette covered with a layer of frost. The moonlight poured in
through the window and his silhouette seemed even colder. Although he was
by the window, Cheng Anya felt as though they were extremely far apart…
It was as though there was a vacuum surrounding him that nobody could
To be so near, yet so far apart!
There was an empty bottle on the floor, and with some help from the
moonlight, Cheng Anya noticed that it was a bottle of very strong
Scottish Whiskey. He was holding another bottle in his hands and gulping
it down from time to time!
Her heart cooled!
Her anger was quenched by what she saw!
There was a very large wine cabinet on the first floor which contained
many famous brands of alcohol—Scottish Whiskey, Rum, Brandy, Remy
Martin Louis XIII… They were aged but good wine.
There were also several grape wines that were high in sugar.
But Ye Chen had a quirk. He was not an avid wine drinker, and the huge
wine cabinet was merely a decorative piece. Unless he was extremely
vexed, like say, after returning from the Ye’s mansion, he would have a
drink or two by the car counter.
He never binge drank, and Cheng Anya noticed that when she accompanied
him as he socialized. Unless he was with older businessmen, he would not
This was something contradicting about him. He was not quite a drinker
but had a great capacity for liquor.
She took up her courage and went the full ten yards. Cheng Anya was
extremely familiar with Third Young Master Ye’s character and knew
about his hatred. She knew that Third Young Master Ye could only choose
between her and hatred, and she should have empathized with him when he
had just received this explosive revelation and allowed him time to think
But she did not want that. Would she have felt better when Ye Chen was
She had just sworn that she would stick with Ye Chen however the
constellations changed, but he had let her see how she could not compare
to the hatred in his heart. How could a haughty Cheng Anya bear that?
She also understood that their relationship would end up in a dead end if
she had clarified and got the answer she did not want!
She was well aware of that and wanted to clarify things.
This was Cheng Anya’s character—to suffer short and blistering pain
than let it simmer.
“Ye Chen, why?” Cheng Anya bore the pricking pain in her heart and
bore the courage to ask. In the dark night, she sounded serious and
Without looking at her, Third Young Master Ye could imagine how she
He took a gulp of strong whiskey, which should have been slowly savored.
Him binge-drinking hurt her, but he, too, was at a loss and did not know
how to respond. The alcohol could not suppress his panic, and he hated
himself for not getting drunk despite having been binge-drinking.
How good would it have been to leave everything behind when
“Why didn’t you leave with him?” Third Young Master Ye sounded
extremely hoarse as he mocked her coldly. “That old man must be so
happy and gloating at my misfortune. He must be thinking that the
offspring of bastards do not have happy endings.”
Cheng Anya’s nose winced. Third Young Master Ye said it in such a
disappointing way. What ending? Ye Chen, why are you so despondent?
“This is between me and them, and now, it’s between me and you.
Don’t mix them up!” Cheng Anya hardened her heart and replied coldly.
“Since you do not want me anymore, at least give me a reason!”
“I do not want you… Hahaha…” Third Young Master Ye bowed his head
and laughed madly. There was an indescribable despondence in his hoarse
laughter that seemed to be about to wilt further.
Cheng Anya suddenly closed her eyes and bore the pain and tears that
streamed down. Both their hearts bled as they tortured each other.
“Didn’t that Yang fellow tell you?” Third Young Master Ye laughed
until he was out of breath. “He sure has the heart for you to ask
Third Young Master Ye slowly turned around as the black curtain danced
around the sides of the window. Cheng Anya was stunned as she saw the
cold tears trickling down his face…
She felt excruciating pain at that moment!
“Do you want to know why? I’ll tell you…” Third Young Master
Ye’s laughter was crazy and desperate as he suddenly swung the beer
bottle toward the wall. “Because I am also the grandson of that damn