100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Eleven clenched her fingers almost crushed the letter, cold emanating from her. The sweetness that Little Seven had was long gone and she had become her old self. Her breathing quickened.

"Little Seven, what's with you?" Mo Ye looked at her worryingly.

Eleven coldly smiled. "Little Seven, hmmph! Didn't you hear him call me Eleven?" She looked up at him coldly as though she wanted to see through him. Her cold gaze was full of anger and mockery.

Mo Ye felt his heart sink as Eleven coughed out two words coldly. "Mo Ye!"

He was shocked. She suddenly grabbed him by the throat and pushed him towards the wall behind him. The vases on the table that were in the way were all knocked down. Eleven grabbed his throat and viciously pushed him against the wall. "How much longer were you planning to deceive me?"

Eleven was not sparing any expenses as she grabbed Mo Ye. Mo Ye was clearly uncomfortable as he had been exposed. He had long expected his identity to be exposed ever since Meng Lianying appeared.

He was calm and did not panic when she exposed him.

"Eleven, it's me," Mo Ye spoke in his normal voice that was somewhat low instead of the resonant baritone. He sounded hoarse from Eleven strangling him. Eleven shuddered, and her breathing picked up and she could not help but exert more force on him.

While she had guessed it, hearing him admit it left her in shock.

Mo Ye, Mo Ye… It was indeed him! Her gut feel was still spot-on, but she chose not to ponder upon it. To put it differently, she did not want to wake up from the five-year-old dream and ignored what her heart cried out.

When Meng Lianying resurfaced, she knew that she could not afford to ignore it and had to face it. She had to wake herself up from her dreams.

Her gaze grew even colder and it was devoid of the warmth Little Seven had. Eleven ripped off the artificial mask on Mo Ye's face. As he had not revealed how he actually looked in these many days, he was extremely pale. He calmly looked at her with his pitch-black eyes without panicking or explaining. He was as calm as a lake in March as Eleven flew into a rage and almost crushed his throat.

Mo Ye instantly felt difficulty breathing and his face turned purple. As he allowed her to do whatever she wanted with him, he looked at her calmly without resisting nor speaking. Eleven suddenly flew into a rage and wanted to snap his throat bone, but eventually released her grip in anger.

"When did you learn of my identity?" Eleven flatly asked. Given that they were Anthony and Little Seven - along with how well she had feigned herself - how could she be exposed? She had never wanted to doubt him.

Mo Ye leaned against the wall and caught his breath. "I learned of your identity ever since you came to Russia as I had somebody inform me of your traces," he calmly said.

"So you recognized me from the first day?"

Mo Ye nodded whereas Eleven laughed mockingly. She thought she had an additional day or two to hide her identity, but alas, she was exposed from the very onset. He sure planned and manipulated everything down to the last detail.

No, there were loopholes. It was just her unwillingness to think about them.

From the honey trap at the beginning that was laid for her to step into, Eleven could not quite discern whether she was in pain or self-mockery. The hatred that she buried surged.

It tore at her heart.

"How could you…" How could he deceive her and allow her to collapse in his tenderness? 'Mo Ye, you're a fraud!'

Memories of their past few days together replayed in his mind.

The Anthony who was happily preparing dinner, the Anthony who back-faced her and slowly walked in the snow, the Anthony who could not stop apologizing to her for the slightest injury…. The Anthony who became nervous at her falling unwell, The Anthony who accompanied her tenderly in the night, The Anthony who conned her into becoming his girlfriend…

How could his acting be this real?

"Eleven. I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Mo Ye repeatedly apologized but Eleven's face still remained as cold. She looked as harsh and wished she could dismember him.

"Hehe… Mo Ye, I was planning to run as far as I could from you. We'll be strangers from now on, so why the f*** are you still provoking me?" Eleven asked through gritted teeth as she looked at him viciously.

However good Anthony was, she would never fail to recall the despondent days and nights when she saw Mo Ye's face and hate him uncontrollably. She was never imprisoned in such a humiliating manner before.

How could she not hate him?

"I was just thinking…"

"Thinking of?" Eleven counter-asked before he could finish speaking. "What are you planning to the T for? For the poison in Meng Lianying? I'll give you however much f***ing blood you want damnit! Or to put it differently, do you want me to be her guinea pig?"

Eleven's words chiseled at his heart and never failed to accuse him. Mo Ye felt his heart wrench as he had hurt her too deeply. That was the case, and she would never believe anything he said from now on.

"I didn't!" Mo Ye replied. "You know that I did not."

"I don't know!" Eleven coldly laughed. As she recalled Anthony's gentle smile, and how cold and ruthless Mo Ye was back then, his two faces tore at her heart and set her organs aflame in pain.

However tumultuous her heart and however agonizing she was, she did not show the slightest bit of it through her cold and harsh face. Nobody would be able to empathize with her pain.

Why did she scurry and hide and still fail to hide from him?

"I know what happened five years ago."

"Ha! What happened five years ago? I forgot." Eleven coldly laughed as her gaze was devoid of warmth. "You remembered your side of the story."

"Eleven…"

"Shut up!" Eleven, for some reason, suddenly flew into a rage and pointed at him as she trembled. It was as though the veins of the person beneath the mask throbbed extremely evidently. "What the hell were you doing in the past few days? Repaying me with gratitude? Or with pity? Mo Ye, I don't need all these!! Even if you know what happened, it's all fine. You don't have to crack your head at how to win me over. I can't be bothered."

As she thought of this possibility, she felt herself being stabbed in her heart and felt she became a bloody mess. As though a part of her heart been ripped off, she became agitated and seemed stoic yet mad.

Mo Ye suddenly hugged her and roared uncontrollably, "No, no, no! Eleven, I… I am not repaying you out of gratitude… It's not…"

"Let me go!" Eleven flew into a rage and hit his shoulders. Mo Ye would not let her go for his dear life, and Eleven's rage was triggered. Since he already knew his identity, she felt terrible when he hugged her. She gathered strength in her palms and suddenly hit him in his shoulders. Mo Ye could not withstand such force and backed away into the wall.

His shoulders burned with a fiery pain…

"Eleven, calm down!" Mo Ye knew that tensions would be aflame once his identity was exposed and tried to calm Eleven down. "It's not what you think! I just want to… want…"

While it was easy for Anthony to say these words, he could not bring himself to say them.

He just wanted to say that he simply wanted her.

"How could I have been such a joke to not recognize you?" Eleven's soul wept. It was the most ironic thing that could happen to her. While she could subconsciously guess it, she was unwilling to believe it and fell in love with Mo Ye again.

After he utterly wrecked her, she utterly fell in love with him. How much more ironic could it get?

"Go, I don't want to see you!" Eleven pointed at the door and harshly. As the cold wind blew outside, the inside of the house became cold. Eleven was utterly harsh.

Mo Ye, without moving, quietly looked on. He was absolutely not going anywhere given how things were. If the misunderstanding deepened, it would be impossible to clear it in time to come.

"Eleven, what will it take for you to forgive me?"

"F***ing disappear from my sight," Eleven coldly said.

"That's impossible" Mo Ye squeezed the words through his teeth as he had a malicious and insidious look. There was no way in hell he would never appear before her.

"If you can't even do something this simple, are you even fit to ask for my forgiveness?"

"Something simple…" Mo Ye looked down to hide the pain in his eyes. "Eleven, you can't just condemn me like this. I just want one chance. One chance!"

"It's impossible!" Eleven returned him those same words as she looked at him coldly. "Whenever I see you, I recall the days you imprisoned me. When I recall those days, I can't control the hate in me and want to kill."

"What about Anthony?"

The tumultuous feelings in Eleven's heart ran into a huge sponge and were quietly absorbed. Anthony… That Anthony who accompanied her for days… Just as she fell silent, her deep-seated hatred leaped. She could not make out whether she hated him, or her more.

She hated how he manipulated and deceived her.

She hated how she deceived herself.

"Mo Ye, you sure are vicious," Eleven said with hatred. "Why did you approach me in Anthony's name? Why did you…"

Con her into falling in love with him? He knew very well that whatever between them could never be easily resolved.

"If I told you who I was from the onset, I am afraid I'll never have a chance to even speak to you. Eleven, am I just that unforgivable?" Mo Ye asked in pain.

Eleven coldly laughed. "Don't you love Meng Lianying to the moon and back? Why are you drawing close to me then?"

"I'm sorry." Mo Ye was speechless and could not answer the question. Since his responses were all wrong, he decided against saying anything and hoped that he could beg for her forgiveness.

"I accept it," Eleven coldly said. "The past is forgiven, and I accept your apology. We are, from now on, strangers. If you are not going, I am going!"

As she turned to walk away, Mo Ye panicked and quickly ran up to hug her from behind. "No! You will not leave now! I'll never allow it!"

"Let me go!" Eleven coldly barked. Mo Ye, however, was stoic. "Eleven, give me another chance. I will not hurt you again."

As Mo Ye hugged Eleven, that familiar scent of cologne lingered around her nose. Eleven coldly laughed at how Mo Ye had planned to the T. She knew why he had that cologne: to conceal his original scent and dazzle her.

He was extremely meticulous.

"I don't need it! Do whatever you wish! Do you think that you can still hurt me?" Eleven coldly laughed and jabbed her elbow backward. "Let me go!"

Mo Ye's abdomen burned in pain. He grunted and almost bent over but never let her go.

Eleven recalled her appointment with Meng Lianying in the night and stopped before she dealt him another blow that could have been critical. Meng Lianying must not harm the Kurts, and she still needed his help.

"Mo Ye, let me go! This looks terrible!" Eleven coldly said whilst Mo Ye stubbornly hugged her and would never let go.

"No, I will not! Over my dead body!" Mo Ye roared in her ear as he would never want to let go of her. He, after much effort, managed to hug her and did not want to lose it.

"Eleven, I am not trying to shirk responsibility, but… You were at fault for what happened back then. We were manipulated by people, and I was at fault for mistakenly recognizing Meng Lianying as you. It's my fault too that I didn't recognize you. It's my fault too that I had hurt you because of her. If you want to take it out on me, I've no qualms, but… Please don't condemn me." Mo Ye hugged her so hard that he almost kneaded her into him. His warm scent lapped at her ears, and she recalled the countless times they got intimate in the past few days.

An overwhelming pain swept over her heart.

"I'm already indifferent to it," Eleven said. "Please do not tell me that I was at fault back then. We were all at fault. Let's let each other go since we've missed it. I do not want to exact revenge on you, nor take it out on you or even kill you. I just want to have nothing to do with you and forget those despondent days."

"No!" Mo Ye refused. "You'll not leave me, or else…" Mo Ye went the whole nine yards.

He sounded even more certain. While he did not say anything else, his tone was a clear indication that he would keep her at all costs. Eleven coldly laughed. These two brothers were so alike to the point they were undoubtedly twins.

"If not what? Like Mo Jue treats Wei Wei?" Eleven coldly harrumphed. "Are you sure you get to call the shots for the rest of your life? Are you sure that we can't do anything to Mo Jue? That's simply because Mo Jue likes Wei Wei, and Wei Wei likes Mo Jue too. Third Young Master Ye wants Ye Wei to be happy and hence condoned Mo Jue. If we really have to grab Wei Wei, there are many ways to go about it."

"What about us?" Mo Ye sounded calm. "What about us? If you can understand Little Jue and Wei Wei, why do you just have to deny me?"