100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-451
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The room was like a cell. It was empty and its walls were shiny and
smooth as though many mirrors were encrusted into the walls. Even the
floor was slippery and smooth. The room was utterly empty without a
single bed. It was about 1,500 square feet and not particularly big. A
thin and frail woman who stood in the room alone made the room seem big
to the point it was suffocating.
The room was special, ingeniously designed. One would be able to see
their own helter-skelter image that inspired shame and fear as the walls
reflected all of one’s emotions through the various mirrors all at once
and allowed one to see how they were like. The room, intended to imprison
important convicts, was specially designed to prevent convicts from
escaping. One who was unable to endure the mental stress would be
tortured to the point of breaking down in such a room and dying.
This was a room that killed the souls of people in them.
There were bloodstains on the glass door, and there were many bloodstains
that covered the room. Eleven, whose back was facing him, was still
dressed in the same sporting attire as she was ten days ago. Her hair,
which was previously tied in a ponytail, was let loose and her back
seemed somewhat fragile yet exceptionally strong. She clenched her hands
tightly and did not move them. With the countless injuries on her fists,
anybody could imagine how she had once crazily pounded on these
impregnable glass doors.
He squinted and remained silent. The air was filled with a bitter
coldness, and the coldness from her became even colder as though she had
been soaked in ice water. Her back gave him the impression that she was
extremely cold and distant.
She knew that he had come and could not avoid him. The mirror was special
enough to clearly reflect his image into her. If she could see him, he
could also see that scorned her from the mirror.
She knew much better than anybody else what happened to her body.
Although her body was immune to many toxins, all the toxins injected into
her were like harmless chemicals that would not kill her. While she was
still made of flesh, the toxins that ran amok in her body would somehow
harm her. Even her special constitution could not withstand the probing,
research, and harm done by the machines.
Her immunity was decreasing, and even the slightest poison would send her
into a coma. While the toxins would not kill her, her blood would require
an extremely long period of time to metabolize these toxins. Before her
body could metabolize and excrete toxins, another wave of toxins would be
injected into her. Her body was much slower to react.
Eleven was not innately immune to toxins but developed to be immune to
them. All that she had eaten and used years ago were laced with toxins
that changed her from the inside out and made her the Eleven who was
immune to toxins.
Apart from Ye Wei and Old Witch, nobody else knew of that. She, as a
child, had a close brush with death once too many as she endured it. She
had experienced all of the toxins in the world and the most potent drugs.
While she had knocked on death’s door several times and almost died,
she had tried to commit suicide at her most painful moment as she did not
want to endure this suffering anymore. She, thankfully, endured it.
After that was successful, she went several years without poison. Since
consuming poison in the long term was not feasible, Old Witch, in
conjunction with experts, came up with a customized diet for her that
would allow her to live a normal life that did not alter her constitution
and yet did not require the consumption of toxins.
This was her second agony that was akin to cold turkey. As her blood was
used to the longer-term consumption of toxins, her not consuming them for
a day felt like a sharp agonizing pain as though her muscles were tearing
from her bones.
This period of three years was even more agonizing than consuming toxins,
and she had finally kicked her reliance on toxins to maintain the
toxicity level of her blood. She was finally able to live a normal life.
It was as though she had died twice, and she was thankful she managed to
persevere through it. Her special constitution saved her life and the
life of her companions on special missions and dangerous occasions.
She had hence always felt that all the agony she had suffered years back
was worth it.
Nowadays, Mo Ye fed her with toxins day in and day out. It was like
killing her a third time. She would not be this lucky to endure it. She
felt that her blood became much slower at metabolizing the poisons and
the pain became even clearer. She was still able to endure the pain when
she was younger, but now, she struggled from slipping into madness only
to fail as she had lost control of herself once too often.
Old Witch had warned her that she would die from a third toxification
regime. Old Witch had especially warned her not to allow anybody else to
know she had such a constitution. As she was unique, people envied her
and she would not be as fortunate as she was on the island.
Mo Ye would utterly destroy her body.
Mo Ye’s ‘experts’ could not be compared to Old Witch’s experts in
any level or way. Old Witch’s experts were able to control the dosage
of toxins and spent years weathering the tide with her just to keep her
alive. On the other hand, Mo Ye’s ‘experts’ did not have free rein
in the area. To them, she was just a test subject in an area where they
were willing to take their chances and could not care about her life. Her
life was none of their concern.
They did not have a complete understanding of her constitution and merely
experimented, and experimented on her… which accelerated the
degradation of her body.
This was extremely dangerous and the situation did not seem optimistic.
If they kept this on, she could die! Her body of flesh was not as before,
and she might not even recover despite having ten years to recuperate.
Mo Ye inflicted all these pain on her.
It was deeply etched in her mind!
This was Mo Ye’s second time in the dungeon, and she had a close call
one too many here. Every time she was carted off the operating table, she
was dumped here and it felt like a close call every time. She secretly
swore to herself that she had better not get a chance to escape. She had
better not have a chance to escape…
If not, she would bloodbath the place and leave nobody alive!
Including Mo Ye!
As Eleven was no saint, their faces were all etched into her memory and
she was vicious enough to repay them tenfold what they inflicted on her.
Besides, she would never spare those who harmed her. If she had a chance,
everybody here would die!
‘Mo Ye, you’d better pray that I die quickly. If I do not, you will
She clenched her fists even more tightly. A hatred that could no longer
be tamed with words filled her eyes.
Because she looked down, Mo Ye could only see her cold face but not the
hate in her eyes. He, however, could guess from the previous time that
she did not make any effort to conceal her hatred for him.
It was deeply seared in his mind. He once dreamed of this pair of eyes in
the night and was sleepless. A chill ran down his spine.
How could somebody have such a pair of eyes?
They were filled with absolute hatred!
Eleven had smashed all of the surveillance cameras inside, and as long as
she was inside, nothing could go wrong and she was absolutely unable to
escape. Mo Ye frowned and was wondering when her blood would react to
When he saw her like this, he hoped that things would draw to a close
soon. Since she was immune to toxins, she should be fine. Claire was
exaggerating the risks involved, and he clearly saw that she was fine
when she was injected with the most potent toxins in the market.
Mo Ye, who was a passive person, stood there for a full ten minutes. She
did not say a word, and he was getting impatient. He was used to having
people take instructions from him, and he was not one who would cling
onto others. That explained why he did not start the conversation.
He had no idea why he simply stood there and observed her cold
silhouette. He was not such a person. Did he start to take pity and have
compassion for her when he saw her in this state?
He did not mention anything clearly, but he wanted to hear her say
something. Eleven could not help but give him her cold back and her cold
face in the mirror. She did not even look at him.
Mo Ye was feeling slightly flustered and he had no idea what exactly he
wanted by going in there to see her and talk to her. Gee, he was no
saint, and if he really sympathized with her, he would not have gotten
people to use her to create medicines in cold blood.
Eleven’s body and blood were extremely special. While her blood was
able to neutralize many toxins, that was, however, far from the truth.
Claire had experimented with her blood ex vitro to create an antidote for
Meng Lianling, but the results were far from ideal. As the temperature of
the blood affected its freshness, processing the blood ex vitro was
simply useless. Claire described her body as the best incubator.
Mo Ye hesitated for a moment and then let Claire use her body as an
incubator for the antidote.
If she wanted to hate something, she just had to hate her special
Meng Lianling was a Russian operative who was controlled with toxins from
a young age. She only had one opportunity a year to receive an alleviator
so that the toxins would not act up. Ever since her commander died,
nobody else knew the antidote.
The toxin was extremely effective and it grievously harmed anyone’s
bodies. Mo Ye cracked his head and could only try to keep her alive. As
she only had one year left to live, she would certainly die if there was
no antidote present.
When he knew that Eleven was immune to toxins, he asked Claire, only for
the latter to say that there might be a chance.
As Mo Ye was not one who would let even the slightest opportunity slip,
he naturally took his chances at anything that would stop the potent and
worrying toxin in Meng Lianling’s body which would kill her anytime.
He cracked his head, laid a trap, and maneuvered everybody into position.
Mo Jue wanted Ye Wei and he wanted Eleven. Mo Jue and his aims were
different. He wanted Eleven’s blood as an antidote for Meng Lianling.
In his heart, Eleven and Meng Lianling could not be compared side by side.
He still thought so even until today. As long as Meng Lianling could be
saved, Eleven’s life was not particularly important to him. He had
always thought so and even believed that she would not die.
People who had experienced one too many would not die that easily.
Besides, her constitution was so special, and she had experienced so many
baffling incidents to the point he was extremely certain Eleven would not
At least, she was still alive in the room! He chose to turn a blind eye
to her outbursts of madness, wounds, and pallor!
Eleven had a desolate look on her face. She really wanted to kill him,
and she would give it all if she had a concealable weapon or a gun in her
hands. Having grown up to endure numerous upheavals, traps, and
betrayals, she had never hated this deeply to the point she wished she
would be able to perish with said person.
However, she did not have the means to kill him as there was not a single
hidden weapon here. With her body this broken, her fists and kicks were
no longer as strong and quick as before. If she was unlikely to even win
a third-rate killer, let alone Mo Ye.
Eleven was typically calm and she did not do anything that was not
helpful. She did not want to become a deranged lunatic and attempt
something clearly impossible so that she became a joke to him. She did
not want to show him her slightest weakness.
She wanted to die.
She had ways to kill herself. Simply knocking her head against the glass
wall was one. Two days ago, when she was carted off the operating table,
she had considered taking her life to end everything.
It was, however, a thought experiment. She could not bear to take her
She wanted to personally repay them bit by bit. She wanted to see how Mo
Ye would pay for the harm he inflicted on her before she could rest in
Seeking death was the weakest of expressions, and she was no weak person.
Ye Wei used to say, “Eleven, if we merely exist to kill, our lives
surely have no purpose!”
A life without a purpose!
Haha, how could life be without a purpose? She used to have one, and that
was for her second family to be peaceful and lead smooth-sailing lives as
she protected them. She had another purpose in her life.
To hate Mo Ye!
This was the motivation that kept her going amidst all the torture. She
would not spare him and would rob him of what was most important in his
life. She would definitely do that!
If she did not have this hatred in her, she would have long given way.
Nobody else would know how much she hated Mo Ye.
She knew Mo Ye was behind her and probably had something to tell her. She
had nothing to say to him, and he wanted her to show him the slightest
reaction. Who would show that slightest reaction?
If he did not give her that opportunity, she would not give him that