100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Ye Wei responded to the rumor by not hearing about it, bothering about it, or asking about it. Somebody officially challenged her, but would she really take on her competition? Her competition, after all, had elevated Mo Jue's position in her heart, no?

The Elders' Court had an extremely tense relationship with Mo Jue and they had just had a huge fallout earlier. The daughter, suddenly reappearing and playing the sentimental card, was clearly, from the elders' POV, a bid to displace Ye Wei with their daughter so that the former would be unable to actively involve herself in the Mafia's matters. Even if she couldn't marry Mo Jue, she would be able to sow discord between Mo Jue and Ye Wei at the very least.

Women held their partners in love to perfectionist standards. Women, especially Ye Wei who was haughty and proud, could not even tolerate even the slightest imperfection and would certainly fall out with Mo Jue over time. Mo Jue, proud and arrogant, would be able to tolerate it once or twice. Any more and he would discover her imperfections and jealousy. Their relationships would certainly fall apart.

His plans were perfect.

Daiya was the goddess of the Mafia as she had looks, talent, ability, and virtually anything else. Despite this, Mo Jue felt that she could not measure up. Most importantly, Daiya was a smart woman who had an interest in Mo Jue and had expressed her interest several times. It was a shame that Mo Jue's traces were cryptic and extremely few knew where he was. Even if she knew where he was, Daiya would never trip his bottom line.

As he happened to be at the Mafia's headquarters, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

In these few months, she obeyed orders to reconnoiter the Top Terrorist Organization's power bases in the Middle East as well as locate Eleven. She was so busy to the point Mo Jue was not on her mind. She wanted to outperform herself and show herself to be that bit more capable so that Mo Jue would have a deeper impression and hence interest in her.

To men like him, ability far outweighed looks.

She only rushed back near the end of the mission to hear about Ye Wei. She became secretly determined to not lose to Ye Wei.

She was confident she would absolutely win against Ye Wei.

The many years of elegant upbringing developed her pride and superiority complex. She was of the opinion she was much classier than a killer. However much hearsay portrayed Ye Wei to be impressive, she was, after all, still a killer.

She might have just been a petite, capable girl next door. That was, after all, the impression most female killers gave: agile, petite, sharp-looking. They did not give good vibes.

But she did not expect Ye Wei to be tall, beautiful, charismatic, and even of excellent temperament! Ye Wei, in all aspects, did not lose out to her, especially when she broke into laughter. Even women felt that she was sexy and charming.

If nobody knew her identity, she would not have expected her to be the undisputed killer of killers.

So what then?

She was going to take her chances as she had the right to pursue love.

With this intention, Daiya entered Mo Jue's study room much more frequently and often in the dead of night. Mo Jue was extremely displeased with it, but she was Mo Ye's capable assistant whom Mo Ye turned to to gather most of his intelligence as women were, after all, more efficient than men when it came to work. Mo Jue could not afford to be too ruthless and was somewhat patient when he dealt with Mo Ye's work and his people. It was the classical respecting a person out of whom they took orders from.

He knew that hearsay had become unbearable, and Daiya would, from time to time, appear in his study room despite how terrible the rumors had become. She, however, appeared on the pretext of working and he, despite his unhappiness, did not act up.

If she were some unruly and unreasonable woman, he would have had a reason or two to drive her away.

In the past few days, Cloud was free and her work was relatively light, so she had time to have fun, shop, and travel the sea with Ye Wei from early until late. Since Mo Jue had no time to accompany her, she would naturally keep herself occupied with this enfant terrible.

"Ye Wei, are you really unfazed by the rumors surrounding our second master and Daiya? The entire Italian underworld knows about our second master and Miss Daiya's impending marriage."

"Why should I bother myself with it? Rumors have never been significant." Ye Wei laughed casually and looked at the sea. She loved traveling the seas and enjoying the sea breeze.

It felt especially good as all her worries and unhappiness were blown away by the sea breeze.

"Uh, while that is by and large right, Miss Daiya has her means and she could really be playing our second master out," Cloud said worryingly. Besides, they had many opportunities to spend time alone together.

"Means? What does it mean?" Ye Wei raised her eyebrows and coldly laughed. "Relying solely on means to win somebody's heart is not going to work. Even if you get it, it will eventually get snatched away. What is yours will be yours, and what is never yours will never be yours despite the days and nights you spend guarding with your dear life. Besides, I dare Mo Jue to touch even another woman's strand of hair."

Cloud stuck her tongue out at Ye Wei's confidence. While she sounded cocky and casual, she was telling the truth. Mo Jue's Knights of the Apocalypse knew too well that Mo Jue only had eyes for Ye Wei.

She laughed and understood that she had worried in vain. She was originally worried that Ye Wei would become upset and misunderstand Mo Jue in her anger and trigger an unstoppable cascade of events. Although Mo Jue's Knights of the Apocalypse knew that Ye Wei had lost her memory and how she originally was, they knew well that she was Mo Jue's woman and their mistress. Daiya, to them, was only an outstanding woman.

They had yet to acknowledge her.

As Ye Wei returned home, she passed by a winding corridor and heard two men from the torture room talk about the campy love story between Mo Jue, Daiya, and herself. Ye Wei originally could not be bothered and was about to walk away when she heard a man say that even if she were that good, she still belonged to the Top Terrorist Organization and how they revered their goddess much more than her. Their goddess was clearly more suited for Mo Jue.

They also talked about the fighting for a few months and how they were so scornfully defeated because of her.

Ye Wei's look became more serious and a cold gaze flashed past her eyes as she clenched her fists tightly. She had rarely heard of such rumors because everybody feared her coldness after learning of who she was. It was too easy for her to take anybody out.

It was hearing these occasional rumors that led Ye Wei to realize that even if she and Mo Jue pinned the Elders' Court down for however long, they could not shush the thousands of mouths in the Mafia who were of the opinion she was the cause of all the trouble and implicated Mo Jue. As a result, their impression of Mo Jue was gravely affected.

Ye Wei gritted her teeth and seemed a little frustrated. The situation was already not in her favor, and with another Daiya… F***! This was really f***ing stifling and an utter clusterf***.

The light in the study room was still lit, and conversations from the room could still be heard with the occasional sexy laugh of a woman. Ye Wei was unhappy and returned to her room. She freshened up and went to bed only to toss and turn, wide awake.

She was already irritated with the stress from many areas. She, in this condition, suddenly felt it hard to breathe. It was not that she did not trust Mo Jue. She was just vexed of her way of life.

Apart from fighting and scheming against people, what else was still left?

If a problem cropped up in the relationship, it was still resolvable. If it were her environment that became problematic, it would be as though her heart was imprisoned. It felt suffocating. Mo Jue could not leave the Mafia.

Mo Jue returned extremely late and Ye Wei was still awake. It had been like this for the past nights, and she was long asleep when he returned extremely late. When he woke up early for work the next morning, she had yet to awaken.

The two did not talk much the whole day, and wasn't this how the relationship between many couples started to fray?

Ye Wei felt a little irritated. When Mo Jue naturally reached over to hug her, she pushed his hand away and said, "Don't you touch me."

Mo Jue was baffled and called her name. Ye Wei did not reply and slept with her back facing him. Mo Jue realized that she was not in a good mood and called her several times. Ye Wei, in that moment, felt really vexed.

If this kept up, their feelings would run aground. She, by nature, did not like the environment that the Mafia provided. Ever since her identity was exposed, problems were acutely exposed in many areas. She was clearly vexed.

"Mo Jue, I would like to go out to play for a while," Ye Wei said as she lay on her side.

She suddenly felt a huge force on her shoulders as her body was turned around. "Play? Where, and for how long?" Mo Jue sounded harsh.

"I don't know!" Ye Wei coldly said.

"I'll not allow it!" Mo Jue was enraged. He did not want to be away from Ye Wei. He was unable to bear being away from Ye Wei for a day and he would not allow her to leave. Besides, if she left and loved the life she used to leave, would she return?

She would never. She would never…

"Who cares whether you allow me to? I'm vexed as heck and need a breather." Ye Wei pushed his hand away and pulled the covers over herself. She and Mo Jue were lazy enough to do away with pleasantries and directly spoke their mind.

Mo Jue, thinking that she was vexed from staying by him, had an angry and sinister look. He knew that Ye Wei would get tired of it. He knew it…

She, in all eternity, would never compromise nor stop for a person. He, like the wind, drifted… Even he could never keep her. Or to put it differently, she gave him the impression she had given the wrong signals in the past few months and eventually could not bear it?

She's tired of it all, wasn't she?

Was he that unbearable for her? If he had done something wrong, she could tell him about it upfront. Why did she not say a word and suddenly talk about leaving? Why?

She was clearly still fine yesterday and smiled beautifully. Things today changed extremely quickly.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn. Mo Jue's frustration became even more apparent, and his breathing became heavier. Ye Wei could also sense his anger and felt even more vexed.

It seemed as though everybody's emotions were unstable.

Mo Jue, not lying down, sat down glumly and gritted his teeth as he punctuated his words. "What have I done wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just f***ing vexed," Ye Wei said. If it weren't for Mo Jue, she would have never remained in the Mafia. With pressure from all around her crushing on her, her unrestrained character was restrained by Mo Jue. While she did not care about that, she was vexed at how the Mafia restrained her character. What was between her and Mo Jue became her against so much more pressure and people that were not in any way related to their relationship. It made her feel even more vexed.

She craved a carefree life where she could not bother about anything.

"Wei Wei, you've never spared a thought for me." Mo Jue laughed somewhat sadly and bitterly. Ye Wei did not respond and the anger in his eyes flared up even more. Not wanting to lose control of himself, Mo Jue suddenly stood up and slammed the door before walking away.

Ye Wei raised her eyes. Something was utterly laughable. Just what was he angry about? She was going out to catch a breather and it was not as though she would not return. 'F***, I've yet to get angry at how you spent nights with Daiya alone.'

She was extremely angry and could not fall asleep. As she had nowhere else to vent her frustrations in the middle of the night, she decided to go to the range to practice her marksmanship, wishing she could crush the guns in her hand while at it.

Eleven leaned against the door and quietly watched her vent. She first saw Mo Jue reading a document in a daze and was solemn. She then saw Ye Wei doing target practice at this hour. The two of them sure were unyielding.

Could something really have happened?

She gently laughed and breathed slightly heavily. Ye Wei suddenly turned back and subconsciously pointed her gun back and was taken aback. She quickly put her down and said, "Eleven?"

She came and Ye Wei did not have the slightest feeling. If it weren't for her gentle laughter, she would not have realized that she was here. Having not seen her for a long while, she was almost unable to recognize her. For some reason, the frustration in her heart was gone and Ye Wei became easy-going and smiled gorgeously.

"Wow! You've put on some weight, huh?" Ye Wei exclaimed, looking at Eleven in amazement. Eleven's difference was so impressionable and Ye Wei almost could not recognize her. The Eleven she saw after she lost her memory was so bone-thin or in a mask.

If it weren't for that signature coldness between her eyes, she would have been hard to recognize.

"You just can't say that I've become prettier, huh?"

"Oh! Eleven, you're so much prettier that I'm stirred! Come, come, kiss me, darling!" Ye Wei hugged Eleven and pecked her on the cheek before giving her a hard peck. Eleven was at a loss as to whether to cry or laugh.

This Ye Wei was much better than the solemn Ye Wei before. She did not like the solemn Ye Wei who was taking it out earlier. In all the years she knew Ye Wei, she had never seen Ye Wei this vexed.

"Don't you dare take advantage of me."

"Haha! I don't mind you returning the favor!" Ye Wei winked suggestively and laughed. "Where have you been in the past half year?"

"I went home, but for a little longer than planned."

Both of them sat down in the training ground before Eleven simply described how the past year had been for her. Ye Wei nodded and could not help but talk about how she had recently been. Eleven raised her eyebrows. 'They are throwing a tantrum.' Mo Jue, thankfully, did not let her down. While she heard from Ning Ning how things did not sound good, the hearsay was indeed terrifying.

"You're one of a kind to do target practice here in the dead of night."

"It's quiet here."

Eleven jabbed her shoulders. "I saw Mo Jue in the study room earlier, in a daze like you."

"Who cares about him? Him being in a daze until sunrise is none of my concern." Ye Wei lied on the floor and said, "I have been very vexed recently. How about I leave with you…"

"Where to?"

"Anywhere will do. Being with you is so uplifting, and hanging around here is boring the crap out of me. While I used to have things to do, he did not want to put me in a spot ever since my identity was exposed. I can't do jack. Being left with nothing to do is boring the daylights out of me." Ye Wei hugged Eleven's arms. "Dear Sister Eleven, save me from this infernal hellhole."

"You're older than me." Eleven simply listened to Ye Wei's feigned pity.

"Ohh… Hi, younger sister Eleven!"

Eleven could not help but laugh." If you go out to play, would you still return?"

"Definitely!" She just wanted to catch a breather.

"So did you tell him?"

Ye Wei recalled her earlier conversation with him hard and was in shock. It seemed as though he misunderstood something. Eleven, looking at her countenance, knew that she did not clearly explain something and secretly wondered if Wei Wei had her own moments of jealousy. After all, she was troubled and heard the two of them having a good conversation with each other. She was jealous, vexed, and did not quite want to bother about Mo Jue. She did not quite explain things clearly, and Mo Jue was thinking that she would be like before: to leave without returning.

They both misunderstood each other's intentions.

"Ah, forget it. Whatever works for him." Ye Wei waved her hands. Her radiant look did not seem the slightest troubled. She sat up to ask Eleven. "Have you seen Mo Ye?"

Eleven paused and hesitated for a moment. "How is he?"

"Still sleeping," Ye Wei honestly replied. "He has recovered from his injuries, but for some reason, he just wouldn't regain consciousness. The doctors do not know why he is just… sleeping."

"How could this be?" Eleven was shocked. She thought Mo Ye had recovered or recuperated and hence chose not to reveal himself.

"I do not know either. What kind of anesthetic did you use?"

"Such an anesthetic would only lock out their nervous system and alleviate the pain for a moment so that the treatment window can be lengthened. It only works for two days, so the problem does not lie with the anesthetic." Eleven squinted dangerously.

"When you all reached, did you get him Birmingham?"

Ye Wei nodded. Eleven frowned. "Before that? I only remember Meng Lianying was present when I left. How long was it before Birmingham picked him up?"

"An hour or two, perhaps. What is it? Do you suspect Meng Lianying did something to him? But she came to look for Mo Ye many times, only for Mo Jue to bump her away. She even fought with Mo Jue the previous time and she clearly seemed anxious."

"Hmmph! How dare she still have the cheek to see Mo Ye!"