100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

"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 that."

"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 Mo Ye.

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 word viciously.

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, was scrubbed.

Mo Ye…

'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 plainly.

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 dead."

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, first sister-in-law."

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 sister-in-law."

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 outcome.

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 introduction.

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 unison.

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 after all.

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 vantage points.

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 gunpoint.

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."