100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-511
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mo Ye, who was stronger and healthier, had majorly recovered from his
gunshot wound. Since he wounded both his legs, he could not quite move
around freely but was mainly fine. Claire hence allowed Mo Ye to be
discharged ahead of time.
It was Meng Lianying who was overly emotional and the concentration of
viruses spiked in her. As her life was in danger, Clair, who was well
experienced from the five years he treated her, was able to keep her
condition in control.
Mo Ye, who did not like the smell and atmosphere in the hospital, was not
the happiest in the wheelchair as his legs were not good to move. He did
not visit Meng Lianying at the hospital often and merely called her once
a day to check in on her. Meng Lianying was utterly upset.
If this were before, Mo Ye would never have treated her this way. He
would have been extremely nervous about her even if she had a minor cold,
let alone her being grievously wounded and experiencing a viral relapse.
He would have never checked in on her only once a day and never said it
in person like he did in the past seven days in the hospital. She was
unable to emotionally bear it and was naturally upset.
As she underwent checkups daily and faced those cold machines, the
routine and medical diagnosis that showed no signs of improvement over
the past five years left her heart dry and wilted.
The few beautiful nurses responsible for caring for her were trembling
and in fear out of her unstable state of mind. They were afraid of ending
up as collateral damage should they unintentionally offend her. Meng
Lianying made life exceptionally difficult for one of the nurses because
the latter served water that was too hot by splashing a cup of boiling
tea onto said nurse that caused blisters.
The nurse complained to Claire, but Claire nicely suggested that they
empathize with Miss Meng’s feelings. As Miss Meng was uneasy and had no
kin, she put Mo Ye above all and would undoubtedly feel aggrieved and
hurt whenever Mo Ye was around. Her venting her frustration was normal
and he would put up with it as long as she did not go overboard.
“Claire, when exactly can I be discharged?” Meng Lianying asked
Claire once the checkups for the day were done. “I do not want to lie
in this cold place. I want to go home.”
Claire smiled and comforted her. “Miss Lianling, do not worry. As long
as the virus does not relapse within the next two to three days, you can
“Yes!” Claire smiled and had the nurse send Meng Lianying back to the
room. Meng Lianying seemed to be in a better mood today, and she seemed
to become the Meng Lianying of before—a lively, good-tempered, gentle,
and understanding person.
The nurses were amazed at how the incredulous effect of the patient’s
diagnosis had on the patients.
When she returned, she received Mo Ye’s call. His calls were extremely
timely, and he called when her checkups were done. When she returned to
her ward, he called.
He asked the same questions as before, and Meng Lianying was in a much
better mood than better. “Hi, Claire said that I can be discharged in
two to three days,” she said happily.
“Uh, okay. As long as you’re fine, all’s good,” Mo Ye replied
coldly. Meng Lianying did not seem to mind that, and all she wanted was
to quickly return to his side. Following what happened with Eleven, she
could no longer be certain about anything.
She used to be extremely certain that he would be by her side for the
rest of her life. She, instead, felt him drifting away from her and did
not dare to leave his side. While Meng Lianying was okay seeing Mo Ye
once or twice a year, she was anxious when she did not get to see him for
just one day.
“Will you come to pick me up?” Meng Lianying asked in anticipation.
Mo Ye went silent for a moment. He then said, “I’ll think about it on
the day you are discharged. Little Jue has arranged for a transfer, and
he’s at the final stage and may be busier.”
Meng Lianying’s gaze darkened and she bit her lip in indignation. She
did not want to show her begrudging side and instead smiled and joked.
“Please do not wait until you’ve left and I’ve yet to be
“You know where we’ll be. Come over yourself.”
“Little Jue has some issues and I’ve to hang up.”
“Wait…” Meng Lianying called for him and sounded a little weary.
“Ye, I really miss you. Do you miss me?”
“I know. We have to relocate and you are busy and don’t like the
smell of the hospital. I know that, and it’s okay if you do not pick me
up. I understand,” Meng Lianying said as tears flowed down her cheeks
despite her sounding perfectly normal. “As long as you pick me up…
Ye, I cannot live without you.”
Even the most hardened of men would soften if they heard that.
“…Very well then.” Mo Ye agreed after a moment. Meng Lianying
nodded furiously and hung up the phone. One could not tell whether her
tears were of elation or disappointment. She grabbed the phone and curled
on the bed and sobbed. She then wailed.
Mo Ye hung up the phone and passed his phone to Ding Ke. He pushed his
wheelchair around the central atrium and looked toward the ocean whose
water became an even darker shade of blue further away as waves lapped
and clouds drifted overhead. The sun shining overhead made the place an
ideal vacation hot spot.
He was, however, feeling extremely moody.
Mo Jue said that he encountered resistance when he was investigating what
happened five years ago. A secret force was gradually crippling his
information network and he could not figure out what was happening. He
had no idea who was deliberately obstructing him.
The Mafia’s information network was actually not the best, but the Mo
brothers’ exceptional computer skills allowed them to easily access
some classified information and accomplish some tasks.
These, however, required information that was archived, and their wings
were clipped if there was no information they could fall back on.
Whatever happened five years ago was a cold case and many back then had
died to the point information could not be corroborated. Under such
circumstances, the difficulty of reopening what happened back then became
much harder. Even if Mo Jue was capable enough, he needed people to scour
for clues to gradually make sense of what happened back then.
When it came to information networks, regardless of archived information
or otherwise, the terrorist organization’s information network was the
strongest. Thanks to illegal gains that served as capital for their arms
smuggling ventures, Chu Li and Black J were able to establish an
intelligence network, forming their position of strength and offering
intelligence. Black J, whose meticulousness and level of detail surpassed
many, was responsible for the intelligence network and its inception. The
intelligence network under Black J became even more comprehensive and was
complemented by the terrorist organization’s own network of satellites.
The Dragon Gate came in second. The Mafia, during Mo Shitian’s era, was
at its strongest and the largest underworld power back then. The
underworld responded to Mo Shitian’s clarion call and fell in line.
Since Mo Shitian’s death, the Mafia had five different godfathers and
became the second power in the underworld. If it weren’t for the Mafia
being stronger than the Dragon Gate at its demise, the Mafia would have
been leagues away from the Dragon Gate.
Information sources and communication in the earlier days did not really
rely on computers and satellites since technology twenty years ago had
yet to mature. With technology catching up, the most primitive means of
communication ended up drying up.
Mo Jue’s current task was to investigate whether somebody had been
informed about what happened five years ago in advance. If they were out
to interfere with investigations, Mo Jue was clearly outclassed and would
not be effective. This resulted in his investigations hitting a roadblock.
A piece of information scrambled Mo Ye’s heart more than the truth.
Five years ago, Eleven and Ye Wei happened to be in Eastern Europe too.
They happened to be taking part in an operation against Eastern European
terrorists aimed at sabotaging the collaboration between the terrorists
and drug lords.
Ye Wei and Eleven’s movements became a secret, and he was able to
discover that Ye Wei was gravely wounded five years ago in a famous
incident that involved five hundred people—three hundred from the
terrorists’ and two hundred from the Eastern European drug
lords—pursuing Ye Wei.
Ye Wei was brazen enough to single-handedly divert their attention so
that Eleven had the freedom to operate. Ye Wei’s single-handed
diversion took a hundred lives, and the opposition, looking to refocus on
Eleven, tried to neglect Ye Wei, but Ye Wei changed course following
safety and raided the base camp of the Eastern European terrorists. She
took out three hundred—equivalent to a small government force in
size—in said raid and was on a roll. Ye Wei even went on to prevent the
drug lords from sniping Eleven and single-handedly took out ten-over top
killers and over fifty third-rate killers. She took a few bullets by
accident as she was fatigued and was trapped in a cloud of poisonous gas.
Eleven, thankfully, arrived in the nick of time and saved her. Although
she almost died from her wounds, she had left behind an insurmountable
While the incident was undoubtedly sensational, somebody deliberately
suppressed information about it. Those who survived the incident were
terrified at the mention of the incident, and few hence knew about it.
Mo Ye and Mo Jue had investigated Ye Wei and Eleven thoroughly but
coincidentally overlooked this loop. Mo Ye was extremely flustered. He
did not know that he had unwittingly collaborated with Ye Wei and Eleven
five years ago because they had the same objectives.
Mo Jue could only discover this much, and it was afraid he had to
personally head to Eastern Europe to thoroughly investigate clues left
behind from five years ago in order to investigate what happened further.
This incident left his mood in chaos, and he pondered about countless
possibilities. He recalled an earlier conjecture he made, and he did not
dare to accept the possibilities that associated him with Eleven that
rushed at him.
The days which Mo Ye was recuperating felt like years.
Mo Jue went up to the second floor and gently called,” Brother.”
Mo Ye regained his senses. “How are things going?”
“The transfer is complete, and all that is left is just the few of
us,” he said. Moving from an island to another was not a difficult
issue, and it seemed that Ye Chen and Jason seemed to know that they were
in the Caribbean Ocean and focused their investigation efforts. He did
not easily shake off the spies from the Dragon Gate.
Mo Ye nodded in silence.
“Brother, when do you plan to leave? Will you be leaving with Meng
Lianling when she’s discharged?”
Mo Ye still remained silent. “Is any progress made to what happened
five years ago?” he asked instead.
“No. Give me some time, and I’ll head to Eastern Europe once things
have settled down,” Mo Jue flatly replied. This was no longer Mo Ye’s
problem as he did not know anything about Ye Wei from five years ago.
When he just got wind of it, he was shocked and could not believe that
this had happened to her. Somebody clearly laid a trap for her to walk
into in her fatigue and wasted her. For somebody as intelligent as Ye Wei
to walk into such a trap implied that said person had an exceptional M.O..
He wanted to know who was after Ye Wei five years ago.
“Save it. I’ll look up what happened myself once I’ve recovered,”
Mo Ye replied. “You’ll manage all affairs of the Mafia from today
onward. Avoid direct confrontation with the terrorist organization and
stick to our original plan of avoiding them and secretly rebuilding our
strength. We’ll discuss the rest after this.”
“That’s final!” Mo Ye flatly said and did not allow Mo Jue to
dissent. He wanted to personally investigate what happened, and for some
reason or other, disliked people telling him things.
He wanted to personally unravel the truth.
“Is there information on Eleven?” Mo Ye asked as he subconsciously
turned the ring on his finger.
Mo Jue noticed what Mo Ye night not have noticed. Whenever Mo Ye was
nervous, he could not help but touch the ring on his finger.
“There is no news yet,” Mo Jue replied.
“Is it so?” Mo Ye gently acknowledged as he looked out to the sea.
“Once you do, please immediately inform me,” he said.
“Noted,” Mo Jue replied.
The two brothers sat quietly for a moment. “If you’re waiting here
for Meng Lianling for two to three days, Ye Wei and I will go over
first,” Mo Jue said.
Mo Ye pondered for a moment and then broke into a smile. “Whatever
works for you then. I’ll hold my position for the time being.”
He was not waiting for Meng Lianling but needed the calm. He did not know
where he had gone wrong on many issues and had yet to sort them out. He,
however, knew that he was definitely wrong somewhere.
In the hospital, Meng Lianying’s cell phone rang. She thought Mo Ye had
called and was overjoyed. But she became ghostly pale when she saw the
She dropped the cell phone on the blanket and struggled to calm herself.
“Please leave,” she said to the three nurses.
She picked up the call after the three nurses left. She then said with a
slight shudder, “Hello…”
“Yingying, it’s time to go home.” A cold voice came through a
machine that sent a chill through Meng Lianying’s heart. The number,
which had not appeared for five years, reappeared once again. Why was he
looking for her?