100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-541
Chapter 541: The Impending Storm
“We’re different from them. I do not like you, and you do not like
me,” Eleven had a cold look on her face. “Mo Ye, you simply harmed
because you did not know that I had hurt you five years ago. Just assume
that Meng Lianying saved you and grow old with her. I’m okay with
“You’re lying,” Mo Ye roared and grabbed Eleven’s shoulder
forcefully. “Eleven, believe it or not, everything else, save me hiding
my identity, is real.”
“Mo Ye, you just don’t understand.” Eleven looked at him and coldly
laughed. “However genuine you are, I can never accept this person
called Mo Ye.”
At least not now.
Mo Ye grabbed her shoulder with such strength he almost crushed her. He
was extremely forceful and could not control the desperation in him.
While he was typically calm, his face changed today. There were hints of
struggle in his face.
Eleven coldly looked at Mo Ye as he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m
never going to let you go. Whatever it takes, I want you.”
Once he was certain about some things, he was never going to turn back.
“The world, Mo Ye, does not revolve around you,” Eleven pushed his
hand away and backed away as she looked on at him coldly. “I’m no
saint and won’t preach right and wrong to you. There are some things
you simply miss for good.”
As things were over between then, she did not want to further tussle with
Although… she could hardly bear the pain of separation.
“I don’t buy that!” Mo Ye’s gaze instantly became cold and harsh
as though he became the cold and ruthless Godfather of The Mafia.
“Eleven, I will keep you by my side, whatever the cost!” He said each
She was taken aback. Whatever the cost? Haha! Like what Mo Jue did to Wei
Wei, he wiped her memory. If Ye Wei regained her memory, everything would
burst like a bubble. Was that even necessary?
Mo Ye could never understand, and she coldly laughed. “Mo Ye, are you
all out for Eleven, the Meng Lianying of before, or Little Seven? Have
you really understood me? I’ve changed by a lot in these five years,
and Little Seven is not the real me. You’ve mixed all of them up, and
it’s your persistence that’s at work.”
“You were all of them.” Mo Ye suddenly grabbed her hand. “You were
all of them!”
“Enough! I do not want to tussle with you anymore!” Eleven coldly
shook his hand away and looked at him with a sharp gaze. “Let’s save
the Kurts. If anything happens to them, I’ll not spare Meng Lianying.
You’d better get this clear.”
She turned around and was about to walk away when Mo Ye mocked
himself,” Do you still think that I will end up with Meng Lianying?”
“That’s your problem. After all…” Eleven paused and did not
continue. She entered her room, locked the door, and tiredly leaned
against the door. She closed her eyes in desperation.
You’ve, after all, once loved her so deeply.
As memories of the past flashed through her mind, her heart ached sharply
as these memories, like knives, skitted across her heart. She thought she
had forgotten what happened five years ago and stopped thinking about
them. She reminded herself to forget what happened five years ago, but
what happened, every event and detail, was very vivid to her.
The more she reminded herself to forget, the more she remembered them.
She could never remove that memory unless her memory, like Ye Wei’s,
‘How could you torture me like this?’
He was not particularly outstanding. In terms of ability, Chu Li and
Jason were equals with him. In terms of character, Bai Ye and Blackjack
were better than him. While men in the terrorist organization were not
perfect, they would make life partners and were good men in their own
right. Why did she just have to…
Just have to fancy him?
She mocked herself and plopped herself onto the bed before covering her
face with the blanket and hid in her memories.
As she thought about it, she really could not recall how Mo Ye was good.
While Anthony from the past few days was indeed an extremely good person,
he was not wholly Mo Ye. She could not be bothered to analyze how real,
or how fake rather, Anthony was.
The only explanation to her fancying him was how little of the world she
saw back then.
As she saw too little of the world, she felt that he was a very good
match. It didn’t help that she was stubborn and had an inflexible mind.
As she became flustered from her thoughts, she lifted her blanket.
Whatever things were, saving the Kurts was the priority. Nothing must
happen to the kind elderly couple. If anything happened, she would blame
herself for the rest of her life.
As she thought of Meng Lianying, a murderous intent flashed through her
cold gaze. Meng Lianying better not force her to kill.
As a killer, the most fearless of them killed. As she heard the commotion
outside, Mo Ye had returned to his room and she calmed down. As she was
recovering an hour later, she suddenly heard the walking sound of people
who were not villagers/ Eleven’s eyes lit up. Who were they?
Just as she opened her door, Mo Ye opened his door. “My men,” he said
Four men entered the hut, and one of them ran up to Mo Ye seemingly
crying once they saw Mo Ye. “Big Boss, I’ve finally seen you! I
missed you until I could not have my meals, and I thought you were
Mo Ye scooted aside and hit said man on his head. “Piss off, man! You
look like you’ve gained weight.”
The man looked at him begrudgingly and got down to business. He was an
Oriental and had a pair of bright eyes, and was handsome. If one merely
looked at his face, he looked utterly timid and lovable.
His bright eyes, in blatant ignorance of Mo Ye’s cold face, ran around
her as he did not seem to understand Eleven’s cold gaze. He, in his
cheerfulness, respectfully saluted them and mockingly greeted her. “Hi,
His voice was so bright and cheerful that people could not help but
laugh. Eleven’s slightly cold face started to warm up, and she forgot
to rebut him but nod in acknowledgment without smiling or getting angry.
The three men behind him also bowed perfectly. “Hi, first
Eleven’s eyes twitched.
“First sister-in-law, why do you look uglier than your picture?” The
man was baffled. Wasn’t the face supposed to be round? Ah, she should
be wearing an artificial mask and ought to have chosen a more attractive
one. If he stood next to his first sister-in-law, one could not quite
differentiate male from female, which would make for an ego-crushing
Mo Ye’s eyes became flat lines and he looked across harshly. The man
immediately kept quiet and formally praised her. “First sister-in-law,
pardon my careless words. You are utterly beautiful and rock an awesome
figure. You’re simply beauty incarnate.”
Eleven was speechless…
‘Mo Ye, where the heck did you get this living treasure from?’ To
think that he, who was this stern, had such a… lively subordinate.
“First sister-in-law, I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re my idol
whom I worship dearly. I worship you more than my boss.”
“Birmingham, shut up. Where’s it?” Mo Ye coldly barked. Birmingham
immediately kept quiet as Big Boss was jealous. He magically waved his
hand, and a man put a small box on the table. The small box, when opened,
was packed to the brim with weapons.
There were guns, micro-explosives, concealable weapons… and several
modified weapons which packed a massive punch. Birmingham proudly took
out a multi-functional weapon and was about to show off its functions
when Mo Ye had him shushed. Eleven and he were the experts and needed no
Eleven secretly wondered at how meticulous he had planned. Both of them
had weapons with them, but a couple of handguns were insufficient for the
trap that laid for them.
“Eleven, come over and take what you could best use.”
Since they were in a tough time, she did not want to say too much and
chose a few handguns and some concealable weapons. Birmingham brought
lots of exotic weaponry with commendable firepower and lots of ammunition.
Mo Ye had all the rest.
Birmingham was aghast and lost for words at how they split the weapons.
Their unspoken collaboration was not skin-deep. He was even more certain
that the lady was his future First sister-in-law.
Although the atmosphere between them seemed a tad off.
“Big Boss, do you need us to do anything else?”
“That won’t be necessary. F*** off.”
“Big Boss, how could you burn bridges like this? How could you treat me
this way?” Birmingham yelped as though he was the wife who was ditched
for a mistress. Eleven looked on at how the lively child interacted with
the ice block. Her stifled mood was much uplifted.
“You have parents, a wife, and children to take care of and don’t
want to die, right?” Mo Ye returned what Birmingham told him earlier.
“Big Boss, I’m extremely touched at how you are so considerate for
me. I’ve sworn to follow Big Boss until his death, so bring me along. I
may be able to catch a bullet or two for you!” Birmingham, this lively
chap, strove to prove his loyalty.
“Big Boss, bring us along too!” the men behind Birmingham said in
Mo Ye rolled his eyes. “Birmingham, stop fooling around. Bring them
down the mountain and do what you have to do.”
Meng Lianying was after him and Eleven, and they would be in grave danger
there. Since Russia was Meng Lianying’s, and not their, turf, he could
only mobilize Birmingham and the few of them in these few hours. Since
Birmingham and his men were intelligence agents who gathered intelligence
for the Mafia globally, they were not fighters and there was hence no
need to send them to their deaths.
Eleven looked at Mo Ye and understood his thoughts. Mo Ye was a good boss
One just had to see the people around a man, instead of the man himself,
to figure out how capable he was. While he was of few words and was as
lively as he could before her, Birmingham’s bright eyes gave away his
wisdom and cunning from long ago.
Besides, people who could have their way with Mo Ye were no typical
people. His loyalty to Mo Ye also proved his impressive side.
At eight in the evening, Eleven and Mo Ye punctually reached the
scrapyard at the foot of the mountain that was lit as day.
Despite the snow cover, visibility was extremely good. The scrapyard was
located in a valley. While it used to be an arsenal for the Eastern
European terrorists back then, it had been abandoned for several years
and looked rundown and old. The terrain around the scrapyard was
treacherous as protruding rocks made it seem like a small valley with
three vantage points. As Eleven walked over, she only looked ahead but
could tell the number and location of enemies from their footsteps.
Mo Ye was no exception. The two of them were no amateurs and worked
together perfectly. Eleven alone could tell that there were around thirty
operatives at the outside perimeter along with snipers nestled at the
The ease of defending this place sent her into cold laughter. They felt
as though they were walking into a trap. That perfectly explained why
Meng Lianying chose this place.
They saw a light shot out from the scrapyard from afar. It was dim and
cold and made the snow seem even more cryptic. Snow began to fall. Eleven
tucked her lips.
“Eleven, are you afraid?”
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Eleven proudly laughed. Having
faced death her whole life, she was never afraid.
“But I’m afraid,” Mo Ye gently said.
“If you’re afraid, then back off!” Eleven coldly replied and walked
in with a cold look.
Mo Ye saw her back and looked down. ‘Eleven, I’m afraid something
will happen to you.’
As they entered the scrapyard one after another, a sinister aura
surrounded them. Tens of operatives, armed to the teeth, stood in the
two-hundred square meter scrapyard. Mr.Kurt and Mrs.Kurt were bound up in
rope and looked pale. Tears could be seen on Mrs.Kurt’s face as Mr.Kurt
hugged her. The elderly couple was surrounded by countless operatives at
Meng Lianying stood next to them in a black shirt and trousers. She tied
her long hair into a bun and was no longer lively. She had a murderous
look on her face which was full of a calm hatred.
A man in sporting attire stood next to him. He was tall, suave, and had a
pair of beautiful eyes. While he had a gentle and easy-going smile, he
looked like a prince charming whose hands tucked behind him made him look
arrogant and imposing.
Eleven looked around everybody before looking at Mr.Kurt and Mrs.Kurt.
“Little Seven, Little Seven…” Mrs.Kurt’s face was full of tears
as she called her name and shook her head sadly. “Go! Don’t hang
around here! they’re devils who kill.”
“Mrs.Kurt…” Eleven gently called her name. “Don’t be afraid.”
The elderly woman hid in her husband’s embrace. However afraid she was,
he still allowed her to leave. Her heart ached at how calm their life had
been until they were held at gunpoint because of Mo Ye and her nightmare.
Meng Lianying broke into maniacal laughter as she looked down at Mrs.Kurt
ironically. “Old madam, do you think that your Little Seven is some
saint? She kills too, and she kills more people than us.”