100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-233-untitled
Chapter 233: Untitled
As Yang Xing carried Ye Chen back to the Yang family, Yang Yun was
enraged. After Yang Xing escaped, Yang Zekun’s parents were on a
private plane to attend to company matters in London when the plane
exploded mid-flight and killed the couple.
He wanted to pin the blame on Ye Zhenhua as traces suggested that Ye
Zhenhua had arranged for somebody to plant explosives on the plane and
kill his only son. With no concrete proof, he could not accuse Ye Zhenhua.
Ye Zhenhua was enraged as he had lost a son, and his daughter bore a son
for Ye Zhenhua. With a whip in hand, he whipped little Ye Chen who was
That year, the five-year-old Yang Zekun was upstairs. He bewilderedly
looked at his merciful and respected grandfather whip the weak boy.
That same year, the four-year-old Ye Chen was living on the edge of life
and death. He remembered his mother’s cries and Yang Yun’s terrifying
In the end, Yang Xing lost her voice as she cried while hugging Ye Chen.
She took the whips and was wounded all around her body. Her tears
trickled down and landed on Ye Chen’s face. Yang Yun became tired from
the whipping whilst Yang Xing was bloodied and begging him to save little
Yang Yun was not moved. Instead, he viciously chased them out of the Yang
family. They encountered Ye Zhenhua, who was rushing over at the gate of
the Yang family!
Both mother and son collapsed in his embrace!
The butler of the Yang family could not take things lying down and
secretly informed Ye Zhenhua.
Ye Zhenhua assumed that even if he did not want Yang Xing, she would, at
most, return to the Yang family. Since even monsters would not hurt their
young ones, Yang Yun would not leave his daughter in the lurch. He had
not expected Yang Xing to become pregnant and drifted around with her son
for five years.
When they separated, Yang Xing was in her prime. When he saw Yang Xing
again, she was bruised and Ye Zhenhua was thoroughly heartbroken.
He loved and hated Yang Xing, and for a moment, he had no idea what he
ought to do with her. After sending the mother and son to the hospital,
Ye Zhenhua completely disappeared. He paid for all of their medical bills
and pondered on Yang Xing’s injuries every day. He, however, hardened
his heart and decided not to see them.
Seeing little Ye Chen, Old Master Yang was of mixed feelings. Little Ye
Chen became malnourished a week after leaving Zhou Haitang. He was
scrawny and skinny. On one look, he knew that this little child was his
son, but the blood of the person he most hated also flew in him.
His heart ached for Yang Xing, but he was cold toward little Ye Chen!
The distrustful Ye Zhenhua even suspected whether this was a
sympathy-gaining ploy by both father and daughter. Yao Hua had reaped the
benefits from the chaos and was on equal standing with MBS International.
Ye Zhenhua threaded with care and did not dare to easily trust Yang Xing.
Once bitten, twice shy.
Ye Zhenhua did not appear until Yang Xing and little Ye Chen were
discharged. Yang Xing knew she could not face him and he also hid from
her. She could not bring herself to see him. The distance between the two
of them could not be overcome!
Ye Zhenhua could not let go of the past and could not trust her anymore!
“Mommy, does Daddy dislike me? He never came to visit me!” A young Ye
Chen was obedient and understanding. He was happy after Yang Xing told
him that his daddy had saved them. He could not help but ask Yang Xing as
he was hospitalized for half a month.
“Mommy did something wrong, and your daddy is still angry about it!”
Yang Xing said as her heart ached painfully.
Little Ye Chen seemingly nodded in understanding. When he saw his mommy
cry, he asked no more. Like Ning Ning, Ye Chen’s intellect was above
the board. What had happened took root in his mind—Yang Yun’s
terrifying face and the mercilessness of when he was whipped remained in
his mind. Thereafter, he had a month of nightmares!
After he recovered, Yang Xing brought him back to City C and continued
her life as a taxi dancer.
Ye Zhenhua could not resist the temptation and eventually came to City C.
When he saw how both the mother and son lived, he could not bear to see
them live in such a way. He even went to the discotheque and saw how Yang
Xing danced deductively and drank glass after glass…
It was an ambiguous period for the two of them.
Yang Xing knew that she and her son could not return and did not have
much hope. All she hoped for was to be able to glance at him one more
The lovers, five years on, loved each other a lot and their dormant love
for each other was rekindled. Ye Wei was born at this time!
Little Ye Wei’s birth eased the tension between Ye Zhenhua and Yang
Xing. During that period of time, little Ye Chen saw Ye Zhenhua several
times. He was timid and was afraid that Ye Zhenhua did not like him.
Indeed, Ye Zhenhua was extremely cold toward him. He was, however, a
little warmer toward Ye Wei!
As Ye Zhenhua already had two sons then, little Ye Chen did not matter to
him. As he had no daughter, he especially doted on Ye Wei. Besides, Ye
Wei was very beautiful and delicate-looking, just like Yang Xing!
Little Ye Chen was easily hurt, and the heart of that little genius was
not strong enough to endure everything. Hence, he really doted on Ye Wei.
He thought to himself that if he loved his younger sister a little more,
his father might like him as well!
The heart of kids always yearned for the doting of those older than them.
Ye Zhenhua was a man of few feelings whereas Yang Xing’s heart was
tender. Although there was an invisible barrier between them, they spent
the past four years with each other. Ye Chen was ten and Ye Wei was five.
As his heart softened, Ye Zhenhua slowly started to believe Yang Xing.
The long and arduous ten-year wait paid off as Yang Xing managed to hold
out until Ye Zhenhua had a change of heart.
One wondered how Yang Yun got hold of this development and hatched
another vicious plan. He wanted to kidnap little Ye Chen and Ye Wei and
forced Yang Xing to yield. He had roiled in hatred for decades, and to
see both Ye Zhenhua and his daughter happy surely had driven him mad!
That year, a ten-year-old Ye Chen was good-looking and very innocent.
Nobody could guess that he was a terrifying little genius. When he and
little Ye Wei were brought to a small munitions factory, thanks to Old
Master Yang pulling strings with the mafia to ship the kids—along with
munitions—out of City A, little Ye Chen blew the entire factory up and
successfully escaped with his sister. Halfway through, little Ye Wei was
hungry and tired and could not move. With no money on him, Ye Chen
scavenged for food for his sister…
The sun was shining very brightly that afternoon and Ye Wei, trying to
avoid the sun, snuck into a car by the roadside and unknowingly fell
asleep. Little Ye Chen, who managed to get some stolen fruits, could only
helplessly watch the car bring his sister away as he could not catch up
with the car.
Ye Zhenhua was eventually able to locate the car, but not little Ye Wei…
Thanks to this incident, Yang Xing almost threw aside her morals and got
into a fight with Yang Yun. She became much frail-looking overnight.
Having endured the past ten years with much difficulty to hope for better
days ahead, how could her heart not break as she had lost her daughter?
Again, nothing could be done as little Ye Wei was lost and could not be
But little did Yang Xing expect to return to the Ye family only to face
death instead of happiness. Her death caused Ye Chen to isolate himself
for three years… those days in America where he did not see the light.
Had she known that this would have happened, she would have definitely
brought her son and daughter away from the riffraff of City A.
Ye Chen did not tell Anya what had happened precisely. He only said that
once they returned to the Ye family, his face started to become
terrifying and he would have spasms from time to time. The roiling
memories he tried so hard to forget rushed back into his mind like a
movie on replay.
“Ahh…” Ye Chen went mad and punched the door behind Cheng Anya
hard. The Chinese cedar door was broken and wooden splinters flew.
Fresh blood spurted out as he smashed his other hand onto the glass
fragments on the floor.
“Don’t…” Cheng Anya was shocked and her heart winced in pain.
“Ye Chen, stop it. We’ve agreed not to talk about it. Stop talking
She suddenly did not dare to hear what had happened later. How did Ye
Yukun die, how did Yang Xing die, why did the Yang family…
As she had followed Ye Chen for some time, she knew his character very
well. While he was so strong to the point he was almost able to do
everything, only a tragedy he could not forget for his whole life was the
reason he was suffering to the point of having spasms.
Maybe he had suppressed these things for too long, and for them to
suddenly gush out must have thoroughly hurt Ye Chen as he trembled in
Cheng Anya’s embrace… He gripped Cheng Anya until her shoulders were
She did not say anything anymore. Instead, she hugged Ye Chen tightly.
“Ye Chen, it’s okay. It’s okay! It’s all in the past. I am here
with you, and our son will destroy the family of those bully you!” Her
heart was aching for him!
His story from young was sufficient to pen a novel!
Without mentioning how he was treated in the Ye family and witnessing
Yang Xing’s death, he only glossed over his years in America as he was
afraid that she would be hurt further. Seeing his vengeful face was
enough for her to be certain that those years in America were definitely
He endured them all and lived his life in the mafia with Fourth Young
Master Tang, Lin, and company. Nobody could tell how bitter the years
living under a hail of gunfire and death were.
One could wonder how much tears and blood it took for Ye Chen to become
It was heartbreaking.
‘Ye Chen, if I could, I wanted to meet you when you were young and stay
by your side, protecting you from any hurt and being your guardian
“Anya… I killed that person… I killed that person…” Ye Chen
hoarsely and incoherently murmured into Anya’s ears as his body spasmed
Cheng Anya was extremely shocked.
“I… killed Ye Yukun. My mother did not kill him! I did!” Ye Chen
uncontrollably roared into her ear in hatred and madness.
“Okay, he deserved to die. It doesn’t matter who killed him. It’s
okay, it’s okay. It was well done!” Cheng Anya abided by Ye Chen’s
words. She could not be bothered with who Ye Chen had killed—whether
his eldest brother or even his old man. All she knew was that her heart
ached for the man who killed whoever had deserved it!
Cheng Anya’s tears fell freely for him. She had not cried for a man in
the past ten years!
Hearsay had it that Yang Xing had killed Ye Yukun, and it was impossible
for Ye Chen to have killed him. Although Cheng Anya was curious, she did
not pursue the question as it did not matter. She did not want to hear
the rest of the story.
She feared that she would ache to the point of heartbroken.
“Ye Chen, it’s enough. You’re tired. Sleep well,” Cheng Anya said
gently. While she blamed Yang Zekun for bringing them from happiness to
horror by not saying anything earlier but tonight of all times, nobody
could have taken such a shock!
“We…” Ye Chen hugged Cheng Anya tightly. “What’s next?” he