100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Rong Yan was extremely efficient and she had somebody inform William that she requested to send them off tonight once the maidservant served dinner. When she had expected William to oppose, he actually agreed.

According to the maidservant, the prince was extremely calm.

Rong Yan raised her eyebrows. That was a miracle! She still thought that William would oppose it and not allow them to leave this quickly.

Cheng Anya went back to her room to awaken Third Young Master Ye. As Third Young Master Ye had overexerted himself throughout the night, he was extremely exhausted and flopped back into the bed without opening his eyes. Cheng Anya utterly despised him, and she wanted to learn how her child woke Third Young Master Ye up, which was by kicking him off the bed.

After she woke Third Young Master Ye up with a lot of effort, Cheng Anya slapped him on his face. "Third Young Master Ye, you are such an embarrassment. I was not as sleepy and in a daze as you."

Third Young Master Ye dressed up and rebutted at the same time. "I, not you, was the one who exerted. Try getting other men to do the like—shag you for the whole day—and you will realize that your hubby dearest is exceptionally gifted in this department."

Cheng Anya was stunned into silence.

"That said, how come you are in such good spirits?" Third Young Master Ye asked as he buttoned up his last button and pinched Cheng Anya's chin, turning it left and right. She looked especially spirited. "That doesn't make sense."

This green crabapple was indeed properly potent.

Cheng Anya slapped his hand away and had a slightly petulant look on her face. "It's time to go. Rong Yan said she managed to formulate an experimental agent that would delay the onset of the virus."

Third Young Master Ye deftly hooked her waist and pulled her toward himself. He leaned downward, puckered her lips, and took a mean kiss. "You are mine." He was satisfied.

"Time to go." Cheng Anya pushed away Third Young Master Ye's lecherous head. The two of them came to the outer hall and Rong Yan was already there. She first injected Third Young Master Ye with the experimental serum. When Third Young Master Ye came out, he heard Cheng Anya tell him about Rong Yan's identity.

He was somewhat curious. Somebody who would dare to snatch Chu Li's woman was no particular saint.

As the two of them were extremely famished, they gobbled up all the food on the table and swept it open. Cheng Anya took a long, comfortable sigh as filling up their tummies was a blessing.

Rong Yan wanted to have them serve a few more dishes, but Cheng Anya refused. Since they were almost done, she was afraid that she could not move as she was too full.

"Did you say that Louis and Prince William are on very good terms?" Third Young Master Ye frowned and tapped the table as though he was in deep thought. If Louis and William knew each other and that William was in the desert, Louis would naturally tell William to look out for 'travelers' in the desert.

Once William sketchily described them, Louis would certainly know they were with Louis and William would definitely hold them. Things were not looking good. Third Young Master Ye's mind spun quickly and mentioned almost all possible possibilities.

They could never be too careful.

"Are you afraid that Louis and William are in cahoots with each other?" Rong Yan, after learning their identities, was also worried.

Third Young Master Ye nodded and Cheng Anya remained extremely calm. She calmly said, "Prince William has already allowed us to leave. Once we have boarded the plane, we will be able to take the initiative. Worst comes to worst, we waste the pilots and let what happened a few days ago repeat itself. Aren't we already running for our lives? There is no point worrying, and that is our only chance."

If it were before, Cheng Anya would absolutely not mention something as cold as killing the pilot. But over the span of ten days, she changed a lot. This was a world where might is right.

Third Young Master Ye deeply looked at her and curled his lips into a smile. He silently acknowledged what Anya said.

Indeed, that was the worst scenario possible.

Rong Yan said, "We might be too worried. William and Louis might not have contacted each other. Besides, Louis would not have so accurately guessed that you have ended up in William's clutches. The helicopter should be ready."

General Chauvet came over to invite them, and Rong Yan remained silent throughout. The three of them reached the parking apron and the helicopter was already ready. Prince William wore a steel-gray windbreaker with two rows of buttons which made him stand out handsomely amidst the wind.

"Your Highness, thank you," Third Young Master Ye calmly replied without depreciating himself. His gaze swept past the well-armed troops on high alert and he pondered on it without showing any emotion.

"Do not thank me. I am, on account of Rong Yan, letting you go." Prince William sounded even calmer. "Go."

Cheng Anya and Rong Yan waved to each other before boarding the plane.

The atmosphere under the night sky was extremely solemn.

The temperature at night was very low, and Rong Yan felt a chill down her spine as though something was about to happen. She was slightly uneasy and unwittingly turned her head to see a smile on William. Rong Yan's heart sunk.

Something was very wrong.

She looked up to see the plane that had left and gently squinted. Third Young Master Ye's prediction was indeed correct—William and Louis were indeed in cahoots. Anger flashed through her eyes. "William, where is that aircraft headed?"

Prince William smiled and said, "Didn't you say that it should be headed to Rome?"

"Rome?" Rong Yan coldly harrumphed. That was correct. Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya were indeed headed to Rome. As Louis was in Rome, it was afraid that Louis would have spread a very wide web for them. Or, did William prepare one for them?

"Rong Yan, what's with that look on your face? You wanted me to let them go, and I obliged. What's there to be unhappy about?" Prince William sounded mesmerizingly gentle, yet it sent chills throughout Rong Yan.

As the man stood handsome and tall in the night, he gave her the feeling that he was the devil disguised as the angel.

"William, we are really drifting apart," Rong Yan said powerlessly as she saw a flash of irate in his gaze and turned away.

William, in panic, grabbed Rong Yan's arm. He said, "Yan Yan, didn't you say that you didn't know them? You lied to me. Otherwise, why are you panicking?"

Rong Yan shrugged away William's hand and said, "Don't think that people are as despicable as you."

The woman decisively turned away and left.

As he looked at her silhouette, William's face was as dark and cold as ice. How many times had he seen this?

She was correct. They, perhaps, had really drifted apart.

He had a malicious and sinister glance. It's okay. However far they were, he could always close the gap.

On the plane, Third Young Master Ye saw the two pilots remain silent. As they were less than an hour's flight from Rome, they ought to be landing soon. He hinted to Cheng Anya to sit tight.

"Bosses, are you confirmed going to Rome?" Third Young Master Ye walked up behind them and directly asked.

"Yes!" The man sitting in the co-pilot's seat flatly responded in Standard English. He turned his head around and asked, "Do you have a problem?"

Third Young Master Ye smiled elegantly and said, "Nothing. Shall I fly this plane?"

"No!" The man immediately denied and rudely told him to back off and sit down. Cheng Anya, who was behind him, was shocked at the man's rude guffaw. Did he have to be that fierce?

Third Young Master Ye seemingly curled his lips into a smile. His face was charming yet dangerous in the night, his eyes deep and brimming with murderous intent. He had a scary look on his face and said, "I think… this plane is never going to Rome."

"Third Young Master Ye, stop creating a racket. We are still on the plane, and if you still insist on creating a racket, then don't blame us if you come back empty-handed," the man sitting in the pilot's seat coldly replied. His flat reply had a chilling cold to it.

Very well then. Third Young Master Ye smiled like the devil without seeming any less elegant. He suddenly struck and landed a blow on the back of the man's neck on the co-pilot's seat. The man was caught off-guard and fainted on the co-pilot's seat.

The man on the pilot's seat immediately pulled out his gun and fired a few shots at Third Young Master Ye. Third Young Master Ye agilely avoided them and locked his arm around the man's chin and flexed. The man screamed and the plane suddenly shook.

"Ah!!" Cheng Anya screamed and grabbed the chair tightly. Third Young Master Ye yanked the man from his seat with force and knocked him down with a blow to his back.

He sat on the pilot's seat and leveled the helicopter. He checked the various instruments and they seemed normal. Third Young Master Ye was happy, and he immediately sent a message to the Dragon Gate. He then turned to Cheng Anya and said, "Dear Anya, come over here and bound them up."

Cheng Anya nodded and came over to bind the two of them together with a dead knot.

"How did you know that something was wrong with them?" Cheng Anya asked after she bound them up and saw on the co-pilot's seat. Things were thrilling and if a mishap did happen in midair, they would stand to lose everything.

But she had to say that Third Young Master Ye's quick and aggressive actions gave him the advantage. As she looked on, she felt clearly amazed.

Third Young Master Ye smiled elegantly and said, "Our identities, from the start to the end, have been a secret. How was he able to call me 'Third Young Master Ye' from the onset?"

Cheng Anya instantly understood what was going on. She did not pay attention in the moment.

"Your mind is clearly shorted. How could you still ask something simple?" Third Young Master Ye could not help but jab her and looked at her in a seemingly despising and smiling manner.

Cheng Anya was angry and upset…

"I did not hear that."

Third Young Master Ye smiled and did not say a word. She was indeed an extremely cute lass.

"Will we end up like the previous time?" Cheng Anya asked worryingly. She was afraid that something would happen.

"No." Third Young Master Ye lowered her altitude and they flew on the surface of the ocean. Once they flew over this piece of ocean, they would reach Rome. Visibility was still very good.

Cheng Anya frowned beautifully and said, "I find this weird too. Since William already knows our identity, how could he so obligingly let us go? Is he certain that we do not know the truth?"

"How could he let us off so easily?" Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled. "He should be in cahoots with Louis. These two are indeed sending us to Rome, Louis' turf. He must have something in wait for us."

At that moment, the two men woke up. When they realized that they were bound, they roared in anger. "Shut up," Cheng Anya coldly replied.

The two of them were panicking and struggling for their dear lives. As Cheng Anya had them tightly bound up, their anger burned even brighter and they panicked. "Your virus…"

Cheng Anya's heart sank as she turned around. Third Young Master Ye looked at her and said, "It's not your fault. I hit them."

…

"What orders did William give you?" Third Young Master Ye coldly asked with murderous intent on his face. He sounded cold. "I have a way to get you to talk."

The two men, not fearing Third Young Master Ye, roared in anger in Spanish with smatterings of English. While Cheng Anya could not understand what they were saying, she was certain that they were scolding them. She could see, from their expressions, tone, and bulging veins, that they were extremely angry.

Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled. "You know that we have the virus with us and won't live past seven days. If you are that bit smarter, I could be able to save your lives. If you are not that… aware, then don't blame us for not being polite."

When they heard 'virus' and 'death', both of them went silent although their eyes still burn with rage.

Cheng Anya was stunned into silence.

Third Young Master Ye sure had this knack for evil.

"The prince ordered you two to be sent to Sicily," one of the men honestly replied, despite the unwillingness and anger on his face.

Indeed!

Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled. As he had expected, William and Louis were indeed in cahoots. It was a shame that he had looked down on him. Third Young Master Ye, after spending years in the world, had not seen nothing.

When he clearly knew that Louis and Prince William were in cahoots with each other, he had to take precautions. Even if they were not in cahoots, Third Young Master Ye would still take control of the plane.

Once bitten, lessons are learned.

"Also?" Cheng Anya flatly asked. Was it as simple as sending them to Sicily? She did not believe that things were as simple. When Prince William learned of Third Young Master Ye and her identities, he could have considered the possibility of them contacting Chu Li once they escaped and informed him about Rong Yan's location. How could Prince William let them off so easily?

He would rather err on the side of caution with extreme prejudice.

"Nothing else. We didn't expect you to see through it so quickly." The man roared unhappily as Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya looked at each other in the eye.

Third Young Master Ye suddenly frowned. "Quiet."

There were beeps sounding on the plane. Third Young Master Ye's eyes grew extremely wide as he was extremely familiar with the sound. He quickly grabbed Cheng Anya and opened the door of the plane. He made an instant decision and jumped off the plane.

"Ah Chen…"

This was not the first time Cheng Anya had experienced such a heart-stirring moment. This moment was, however, more horrifying than in the desert and Cheng Anya's face paled in shock as she grabbed Third Young Master Ye's shoulder and experienced what it felt to be weightless.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here…" Third Young Master Ye gently said.

With a splash, the two of them fell onto the ocean. At the same time, the plane suddenly exploded.

As the explosion bloomed, debris landed in the ocean.