100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Rong Yan was a beauty by temperament, which was what many people thought of on first look. Her beauty was not as innocent as Cheng Anya's, nor as gorgeous as Ye Wei's. Her features were beautiful and elegant, and her pale skin gave her a reserved yet calm beauty.

If Ye Wei were a peony, Cheng Anya would be a lily. Rong Yan would be a lotus who was beautiful yet non-pushy.

She slowly walked closer and gave people the impression she was a white lotus that stood above all. Her posture was gentle and beautiful like the moon. Third Young Master Ye finally knew what Prince William overlooked Cheng Anya at the start, but was then attracted toward her.

It was because Rong Yan smiled like Cheng Anya. Their gentle smiles carried a hidden meaning, not to mention how their facial cues were not dissimilar. They only differed in their eyes. Cheng Anya's eyes were bright whilst Rong Yan's were darker.

"Yan Yan, what brings you here?" Prince William broke into a gentle smile. His devil-like countenance disappeared in the blink of an eye and he looked back like a kind and gentlemanly prince.

Rong Yan smiled and her deep gaze came around. "The days have been too boring and I decided to watch this spectacle," Rong Yan said, seemingly honestly.

"Yan Yan, it's just a small issue and there's no spectacle for you to watch. Go back to your room first. I'll tell you what happened in detail once I am done." Prince William gently smiled. He spoke gently and looked toward Rong Yan with a warm yet gentle gaze that spoke volumes about his feelings for her.

"Ah, indeed. Miss Rong Yan, His Highness is merely handling some small issues." General Chauvet chipped in despite his trembling and fear. General Chauvet, in comparison to his prince, was even more afraid of the seemingly harmless Rong Yan.

"Small issue, huh…" Rong Yan smiled like a flower as she looked at Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya before landing her hand on Prince William's shoulder. She tidied up his unkempt short and teasingly said, "For something this small to send you flying into a rage and let me see how you hold a gun… That's really rewarding and much more kickass than staying in that icy-cold castle."

Prince William saw her gentle smile and was about to hold her hand. Little did they expect Rong Yan to duck and sit down on the sofa, laughing. "Go ahead and handle this 'small issue' of yours. I'll sit aside and watch without interfering. Go on."

She even gestured for him to carry on. Her reserved elegance gave an impression of dignity and an overbearing presence. Her few words left the great hall silent. Even General Chauvet did not dare to say anymore.

"Yan Yan, aren't you making things difficult for me?" Prince William sounded extremely helpless. While he should have acted on his anger, his gaze showed not the slightest anger but instead an indulgence that accommodated and doted on her.

Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya were smart people who naturally did not interject at this moment. Anybody could tell that Prince William took a liking to Rong Yan, who was clearly capricious.

While she seemed gentle and always carried a smile like Cheng Anya, people felt that Cheng Anya was feigning a sweetness and calmness. Rong Yan, on the other hand, gave people an impression of calmness and depth.

Her pitch-black and lively eyes were as deep as the sea, determined and strong.

Rong Yan smiled and said, "William, what nonsense are you talking about? If you could make things difficult for me, why can't I do the same to you? Why are you such a hypocrite? Are you a bandit?"

William frowned as Rong Yan crossed her legs and smiled comfortably. "I rarely see you get angry, and besides, what did he say to provoke you to draw your gun? Oh, wait, don't you have that habit of snatching women that belong to other men? If I did not hear that wrongly, that seems to be the case. What's there to get angry about? There is nothing particularly demeaning about the statement, let alone each word in it, right? And also, don't you always do that? To do it and be afraid of people calling you out on it—let alone get angry from that shame of being called out—is really not your style."

Her seemingly pedestrian comment made William's face go black. Cheng Anya was secretly impressed at how tough she was. Even though she was not as pushy as Ye Wei, she countered a tough man with elegant ease.

Or perhaps William was hesitant because he loved her.

Third Young Master Ye smiled elegantly as he looked on at their to-and-fro, and it was not difficult to make out their relationship. While Rong Yan smiled gently, her indirect mockery was evident. General Chauvet quietly wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

Prince William said, "Yan Yan, did you really have to take a dig at me?"

There was a hue of darkness on the kind prince's face as he sounded in pain and self-mockery. The woman smiled on as though nothing had happened and maintained her poker face. She calmly said, "Who took a dig at you? Words of wisdom hurt, and if you're not up for them, then so be it."

Prince William looked at Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya with a sinister glance with hints of viciousness. If he could choose, he would have acted and shot Third Young Master Ye. At this juncture, he did not want to show his violent side to Rong Yan.

He had lapsed once and missing her for years made his life agonizing. He did not want to lapse again.

He looked aside and hinted to General Chauvet to bring Third Young Master Ye and Chauvet away. The arrogant Prince William did not want outsiders to see his current state before Rong Yan.

Just as General Chauvet was about to move, Rong Yan raised her hand and stopped him. General Chauvet, unsure of whom to listen to, looked toward Prince William, then at Rong Yan. Prince William viciously stared at him whilst Rong Yan smiled at Cheng Anya. "Didn't you take a fancy to somebody? Keep it up! Why bring them away?"

"Yan Yan, you have misunderstood me. I did not mean that." Prince William panicked as he heard that and grabbed her hand while trying to explain himself. "Yan Yan, you know me. I will never do such a thing."

Rong Yan shrugged his hand away and smiled calmly. She looked at William's gaze and said, "If this were five years ago, I would have slightly believed you."

"Yan Yan!" Prince William urgently called her. His gaze was dark and seemed to be in pain. Why was she so insurmountable these days? He merely missed her for five years, and the little girl who used to smile sweetly and say she loved Prince William had disappeared.

He knew he had messed up, but he had struggled to make amends. He did not expect Rong Yan's face-heel-turn to be final and not give him the slightest chance.

Rong Yan, I was just late.

Why? Why couldn't you wait for me for that bit more?

Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye slightly pitied his pain and how he was a man who was trapped by his passion. From their conversations, they learned the campy adage of treasuring something after it was lost.

The female protagonist's heart was as hard and cold as stone. She was not the slightest moved, nor showed the slightest pity.

"Who are they?" Rong Yan asked flatly as her gaze turned to look at Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya, then at Prince William. Prince William seemed slightly distant.

Prince William paused and described what had happened earlier. Cheng Anya saw a slight disappointment flash past Rong Yan's gaze, and she was not sure whether her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Just as Rong Yan looked up and saw her in the eyes, Cheng Anya smiled at her. Rong Yan paused and smiled in reply before looking down and was seemingly deep in thought.

Cheng Anya secretly wondered to herself whether she was expecting somebody, and hence her disappointed expression. When she saw Prince William capture somebody, she hence quickly rushed over. Cheng Anya could not help but become curious about how the men were related.

It seemed ambiguous, yet distant. One of them tried their best to draw close whilst the other tried to keep the other at bay. The atmosphere was very creepy. While it was not as though they had no feelings for each other, it felt more like there were many other things separating them.

She could not quite clearly understand what went on at that moment.

There was, however, something she knew. Rong Yan was their savior.

Prince William saw Rong Yan and coldly harrumphed, his blue-black eyes glinting with burning anger. The kind prince became vicious and coldly said, "Aren't you disappointed that they are not the ones that he sent?"

Rong Yan looked up and smiled brilliantly. She said with arrogance and ease," Yes, I am disappointed. What can you do about it?"

"You…" Prince William was exasperated and almost fumed from the shame. With his fists clenched, he was just short of slapping Rong Yan to appease his anger. General Chauvet, who was standing aside, was on alert for the want of anything.

Rong Yan frowned alluringly as she looked at Prince William's terrifying face. She looked down and said, "William, what right do you have to get angry? Do not think that I'm unaware of how many of his men you have killed in the past few months. The person who really should be angry is me, not you. Wipe that f***ed up look off your face."

She sounded gentle yet overbearing. Prince William was just that intractable and prideful person who, when called out by her, suppressed his anger.

"Yan Yan, let's not argue about this, shall we?" Prince William softened his tone. "Arguing about it is meaningless too. Since he has already given up on you, you ought to give up too."

"Even if Ah Li stands in front of me and tells me this personally, I will still not buy it," Rong Yan flatly said but smiled. "I have gotten sick of people trying to backstab others since I was three. Try something else."

Prince William raged. "Are you forcing me to f***ing kill him!?"

Rong Yan gracefully stood up like a white lotus in the water, untainted yet arrogant. "Ah Li once said, 'I will kill whoever snatches my woman. That ends all troubles.' Go get into a firefight with Ah Li and see who will be the last man standing. What's the point of bragging, really? That said, if you do get into a firefight with him, do not forget to bring me along. If you run short of firepower, I could get him to provide you some out of goodwill."

"Yan Yan!"

"Humph!" Rong Yan coldly harrumphed in arrogance. "Don't wish for what you cannot afford."

Prince William's face turned black and he punctuated each word with murderous intent. "Yan Yan, please do not overstep your boundaries because I have been going easy on you. Do not have the impression that I will leave you unscathed."

"How could that be? Your Highness has always valued your life and fortune before all, and you once gave me away for them. How could I forget that?"

Her words opened up William's past hurt in the bloodiest and most agonizing manner possible. It was the worst mistake he made throughout his life that he would live to regret.

Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya finally understood what was going on. This was a campy love triangle, and they were once involved with each other. William, however, had let Rong Yan down and Rong Yan took a liking to another person. William regretted it and snatched Rong Yan back, whilst her lover searched high and low for her. He had looked for her here, but William had mercilessly killed them all. This all explained why Rong Yan hurried over, thinking that her lover had sent somebody to rescue her.

If they said anything wrong, it'd better not cause collateral damage. Normally, William's anger, which boiled over from his shame, would make him tempted to take it out on somebody. The two of them were clear targets.

Cheng Anya pondered about how she should ask for help.

Rong Yan ignored the pain on Prince William's face and smiled. She said, "William, if you still have some pride left in you, don't show us how you feel. I do not believe that people can change for the better, so save it."

"Yan Yan, when it comes to ruthlessness, you come out tops," Prince William murmured in pain.

"What an exaggeration." Rong Yan smiled.

"Yan Yan, what exactly should I do for you to let go of all that's happened and return to my side?" Prince William begged her. He had clearly put aside all his dignity for the want of the person he once loved.

"Nothing," Rong Yan said decisively. "When you sent me away five years ago, you completely walked out of my world. We have nothing to do with each other."

Although her words were razor-sharp, she calmly smiled. Third Young Master Ye felt that she resembled Cheng Anya down to her temper and coldness.

Their characters were too similar.

That explained their uncannily similar intonations.

"Yan Yan, this is unfair to me," Prince William looked at her and flatly replied. "This is unfair."

"The world is unfair, like how we are now. Have you been fair toward me?" Rong Yan smiled. "William, you are not some petulant three-year-old talking to me about fairness. How could you still be so childish?"

Rong Yan's vicious tongue drew blood.

"Why him? Didn't he let you down too? But why did you forgive him?" Prince William's kind demeanor betrayed a fit of hideous jealousy and unwillingness. While her other lover did hurt her, why could she simply forgive him?

"He is different from you," Rong Yan calmly said. These few words were, to Prince William, like a fatal wound.

It was different…

General Chauvet had no idea what to do. Since it was not Chu Li who sent them, Rong Yan felt that it was meaningless for her to bother about Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya's fate. Just as she was about to walk away, she suddenly frowned. "What scent is that?"

General Chauvet and Prince William looked up as Rong Yan approached Prince William in suspicion. The scent intensified. "It's green crabapple."

With an extremely keen sense of smell, she reached out. Third Young Master Ye, in suspicion, passed her his backpack. Rong Yan took a look at it, and then at Third Young Master Ye in surprise. She then looked at Cheng Anya then suddenly broke into a smile. "Did you eat it?"

She broke into a weird smile, and Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya had no idea what was going on. Third Young Master Ye nodded and said, "I've checked. This fruit is not poisonous."

Rong Yan tucked her lips and smiled. Just as she was about to touch Cheng Anya, Cheng Anya quickly backed off and Third Young Master Ye was about to stop her. Someone else was even faster. Prince William grabbed Rong Yan and said, "Don't you touch her."

Rong Yan, looking at Cheng Anya, was even more astonished. Cheng Anya smiled and told her about the virus in her. Rong Yan acknowledged and said, "A virus… What a shame. How many more days are you left with?"

"About sixteen days." Cheng Anya smiled. She was calm and steady as she faced death.

This was a calm that transcended death.

"Sixteen days…" Rong Yan pondered on the number and smiled. She picked up a green crabapple and said, "Oh, yes, how long has it been since you ate this?"

"About an hour."

Rong Yan gently smiled with raised brows and Third Young Master Ye felt weird. He flatly asked, "Is there a problem with the fruit? It is clearly not poisonous."

"Yes, the fruit is not poisonous," Rong Yan smiled.

Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya heaved a sigh of relief. Rong Yan, however, looked weird, and they could not figure out what was so secretive about the fruit.

Cheng Anya said, "Miss Rong Yan, since the fruit is not poisonous, is there a problem with this green crabapple?"

Rong Yan smiled and looked at Cheng Anya deeply in the eye. "I'll tell you in a moment."

"William, let them go," Rong Yan said as she turned around and passed the green crabapple to General Chauvet. She plainly said, "Since she has no more than a few days to live, consider it an act of charity."

"No!" Prince William denied as he looked at Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye. "Since their background is uncertain, I will definitely not allow them to leave this place. What if they leak this secret? Hmph! I will not allow it!"

"All that said, aren't you just afraid of the fact that my presence here will be leaked? If that is the case, I'll have both of them. How about that?" Rong Yan plainly said. "Since I am bored, this lady looks like she can click with me and will be my talking buddy. Can I?"

Prince William was clearly indecisive and he clearly did not want to agree. Rong Yan smiled and said, "You won't agree to such a small request?"

"Yan Yan, she is carrying a virus," William said.

"Save the reminder. I know that."

William hesitated for a moment as he looked at Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya. "Since you are this insistent, consider your wish fulfilled. Enjoy."

"Thanks," Rong Yan said as she turned back and smiled. "The two of you, please follow me."

Without saying a word, Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya quickly followed Rong Yan away. As Prince William saw their silhouettes disappear along the corridor, he had a sinister look on his face and his nice-guy facade had completely disappeared.

"Your Highness, their backgrounds are unknown. If they are Chu Li's…" General Chauvet was very worried. While the castle was impregnable, they were clearly aware of what Chu Li was capable of when he was in berserk mode. A few missiles from Chu Li could level the place.

"Do you think they look like terrorists?" Prince William flatly asked.

General Chauvet replied honestly. He said, "The man seems to be one. He has a very similar temperament to Chu Li. His arrogance and ability to rally extremely capable people around him makes him no average joe."

"News about Yan Yan must not be leaked. Go check up on what's happening in the desert." A viciousness streaked past Prince William's blue-black eyes. "I will not allow anybody to foil my plan. If absolutely necessary, even Yan Yan is expendable."

"Yes!" General Chauvet left with his orders. As though nothing could shudder him, Prince William stood tall.

Rong Yan led Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya around a series of corners along the winding corridor before they reached an independent mansion twenty minutes later. They did not speak along the way, and Rong Yan only mentioned her name but did not ask them for theirs and where they came from. It was Cheng Anya instead who offered up her name.

Third Young Master Ye was concerned about the secret in the green crabapple, but Rong Yan merely smiled. Once they reached the mansion, Rong Yan instructed the two maidservants to prepare clothes for them. She then turned back to tell Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya, "Go freshen up first."

"Miss Rong Yan…"

"If you do not mind, you may directly call my name," Rong Yan said with a smile before Cheng Anya could finish speaking. "It's nothing important, really. I guess you two should really freshen up and have a good meal."

Third Young Master Ye looked at Rong Yan with a deep gaze as Rong Yan looked on with arms akimbo. "What? You have a second opinion?" she asked with brows raised.

"I don't. That said, why did you want to help us?"

"I was happy to do so." Rong Yan smiled gently. It was as though she did it on the spur of the moment.

Cheng Anya smiled and said, "Thank you for your spur of the moment that saved us."

"You are even more polite than men." Rong Yan smiled.

"This child has always lacked discipline, and I'm used to it." Cheng Anya smiled as she took a dig at Third Young Master Ye amidst their difficulties. Third Young Master Ye dope-slapped Cheng Anya. 'Damn it, you are the one who lacks discipline.'

Rong Yan broke into a burst of happy laughter.

She liked Cheng Anya, and they definitely hit it off with each other.

As the two scheming women lamented about how late in life they met, they had a wonderful conversation. Third Young Master Ye followed a maidservant down to freshen up and Cheng Anya was about to go. Rong Yan called her to stop and said, "Anya, are the two of you lovers?"

Cheng Anya nodded and smiled. "We already have a seven-year-old son."

"That's good." Rong Yan heaved a sigh of relief. "The two of you look really loving. Oh, how envious is that."

"To be in this hideous and scorned manner with our lives in the balance?" Cheng Anya teased. "That's not experiencing life anymore." She could not help but get a little naughty.

Rong Yan smiled and reminded her. "The hot springs in the desert are not bad. You can spend a bit more time in it if you wish."

"Thank you so much!"

Cheng Anya followed the maidservant to wash up whilst Rong Yan sat underneath a palm tree and journaled her feelings, what had happened today, and her missing Chu Li…

"Ah Li, you fool, why haven't you found me?" Rong Yan softly sighed and pouted in displeasure. "You fool, oh, you fool. If you do not come, don't blame me for fancying somebody else. Humph."

As she finished journaling, Rong Yan closed her eyes and rested comfortably underneath the tall palm tree which kept the searing sun out. While she knew that the terrorist's satellites were tracking her, the region she was in was a dead zone.

She wanted to get out, but it was impossibly difficult.

As she looked at how Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya interacted with each other, she missed Chu Li even more. Her interaction with Chu Li was extremely similar to the two lovers.

As she finished journaling, she did some reading. Third Young Master Ye had already washed himself up and changed into off-white casual wear that fit him. He seemed gentlemanly like an elegant prince.

Rong Yan smiled and winked. "Oh, my, you sure look pretty handsome."

As he was caked in sand and dust earlier, he looked much more terrible. After washing up, he looked like an entirely different person. His elegance was further emphasized.

Third Young Master Ye asked, "You asked your maidservant to bring me here. Is something the matter?"

As Third Young Master Ye knew Rong Yan had something to tell him, he cut to the chase.

"Definitely." Rong Yan put down her book and sat him down. She had somebody serve tea and then looked at Third Young Master Ye in the eye. "Anya told me earlier you two are lovers with a child. Do you love her?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Third Young Master Ye was displeased. His face turned dark and his delicate features were veiled in rage. "You and I are strangers, so why should I answer a question this personal?"

"What's with answering a personal question?" Rong Yan straightened her hair. "If you want your woman to live, you'd better answer honestly."

Third Young Master Ye's heart went cold whilst Rong Yan remained stoic. Third Young Master Ye paused and said, "I really love her."

"Are you willing to die for her?"

"Definitely." Third Young Master Ye immediately answered without hesitation.

Rong Yan smiled and said, "Many men who are deeply in love with a woman tell me the same answer—that they can die for their beloved. Whether they really live that out, that's a fraction of a fraction. I do not know how determined you are."

"Cut the crap. What's your point?" Third Young Master Ye did not like Rong Yan's character and he felt weird about it. Rong Yan's character was extremely similar to Cheng Anya's character. They spoke with the same tone and intonation.

However, Cheng Anya saying the same thing merely pissed him off and he felt that this lass was damn cute. When someone else did the same, he was extremely unhappy.

Rong Yan was not particularly concerned about his mannerisms and smiled. "That green crabapple… You'd better be mentally prepared."

"What's with it?" Third Young Master Ye's face sank and he was somewhat uneasy.

Rong Yan looked at Third Young Master Ye and pondered for a moment. She then said, "The green crabapple is also known as the 'fruit of passion'. To put it differently, it's an aphrodisiac that stirs the deepest passions in people. Get it?"

"F***, what kind of damn thing is that!" Third Young Master Ye could not help but swear. This was nothing short of taboo, which explained its sweet scent.

"It is some kind of damn thing, which was why I was surprised when you allowed Anya to eat it." Rong Yan smiled. Since it did not matter, she also told Third Young Master Ye another thing. "The green crabapple is extremely uncommon in this region. Many pharmacists harvest it to create aphrodisiac. That is its only use."

"But why are we fine after eating it?" Third Young Master Ye's face grew cold. He knew that Rong Yan would not deceive him for no rhyme nor reason.

Rong Yan smiled and said, "This aphrodisiac gradually takes effect, and it's especially potent once its effects are fully felt. One single fruit is all you need to turn some butch into a slut. Based on the time you ate it, it will take effect in another half an hour. Oh, yes, I should tell you that the green crabapple has no effect on men. It only works on women."

Third Young Master Ye's eyes grew wide. Did she mean that he would be fine while Anya would be in trouble?

Rong Yan saw his look and said, "The antidote to this aphrodisiac is men. If not, death by reversal of blood flow occurs. Think about it. You either let her die or touch her and you die seven days later."

Rong Yan paused and said, "Either way, both of you will die but days apart."

Third Young Master Ye stared at her. Could women even talk like this? Rong Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you staring at me? Oh, there's a third option too. Find some men in the desert who know nuts…"

"Shut up!" Third Young Master Ye roared.

His gaze was dark and dangerous. Rong Yan was aware and she knew what his decision was. Given the insanely strong possessive streak he had, his decision was expected.

If they were a couple who deeply loved each other, there would only be one choice.

"Very well, very well." Rong Yan clapped as she encouraged him. "Even the undead would die for a woman."

"F*** off!" Third Young Master Ye looked at her coldly. How could her tongue be so vicious to the point it's comparable to Cheng Anya's? "Question. Can we get out of here?"

"Yes."

"What?" Third Young Master Ye's eyes lit up.

Rong Yan smiled and said, "You enter alive and leave in a body bag."

Third Young Master Ye was stunned into silence.

Rong Yan smiled bitterly. They could only leave in a body bag as nobody would waltz out of the castle without William's approval.

"I must get out. If not, Anya will not make it. She only has ten-ish days to live," Third Young Master Ye flatly said. "Take it that I am pleading you to help us come up with a way. There must be some way to contact the outside world, right?

Rong Yan frowned. "Should I remind you that you only have about seven days left to live after having physical contact with Anya? Get your priorities right."

"I am fine. I want Anya to live," Third Young Master Ye said.

Rong Yan was stunned.

Here was another fool for love. While he looked extremely brilliant, how could he not think before speaking?

That, however, proved that he loved Cheng Anya over his life. For a woman to be loved by a man without regard for his life would mean dying blissfully, no? As she had Chu Li, she did not envy Cheng Anya.

He was not the only person to have fallen madly in love.

"Sorry to pour cold water on you, but I should tell you that only William has contact with the outside world here. And oh, yes, Anya should have finished washing up by now. It's about time you pluck the flowers."

Third Young Master Ye wanted to slap Rong Yan. Although she was telling the truth, it was…

"There is really no other way out."

Rong Yan shook her head as Third Young Master Ye gritted his teeth and turned back into the mansion. Rong Yan smiled and said, "Good luck!"

Third Young Master Ye coldly harrumphed.

A woman that gloated at his misfortune.

As Rong Yan saw him walk in, she smiled as she held her teacup and calmly sipped her tea.

The maidservant saw Third Young Master Ye step in and gently went out. Third Young Master Ye went into the bathroom in the extremely luxurious mansion. The bathroom alone was almost a hundred square meters large. It was extremely wide and had a mini tub where Cheng Anya comfortably lounged in.

As Cheng Anya got comfortable, she suddenly felt a searing gaze behind her. She immediately turned back and saw Third Young Master Ye's sunken gaze. He gripped his fists in cold sweat, as though he was struggling to hold back something.

Cheng Anya's heart jolted and she suddenly grabbed a towel and wrapped herself up. She was shy and aghast. "Ah Chen, what are you doing here? Get out!"

"No." Third Young Master Ye refused. His hoarse sound was full of his endurance as he walked toward the tub. His gaze was filled with a burning passion.

What was he actually up to?

"Dear Anya, I can't keep it back anymore." Third Young Master Ye sounded hoarse. His warm breath lapped at the back of her ear. "I want you."

Cheng Anya, fearing he would contact her, did not dare to make the slightest move. Her voice involuntarily trembled. "I have a virus in me… Oh…"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a huge force come over her. As she heard water splashing, Third Young Master Ye had entered the tub and immediately pinned her against the wall of the tub, pouncing on her.