Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The blazing sun bore down on the beach and the warm sea breeze lapped at the shore, but Cheng Anya only felt a cold shudder through her as though she was drenched in a bucket of cold water. Louis seemed to become that devil in a long robe that revealed its teeth, about to pounce down on her.
When he said that he ‘had ways aplenty to make your lives living hell’, he said it with gentle cruelty that sent shivers through Cheng Anya as she panicked even more. If Louis was hell-bent on making their lives a living hell, he had accomplished just that.
She had never been this panicked and helpless before. She was unable to feel anything else except sadness and hatred. With her body in such a shape, she could not go far. And even if Ye Chen came, which she was suddenly afraid of, he could not touch her if he had to get her out.
Once he touched her, his countdown began.
While she still called out Ye Chen’s name day and night for the past few days, his name was now painfully lodged in her throat. Louis, you bastard!
“Why do you look at me like this? If you hate me, good! It’s even more perfect that Ye Chen and you hate me!” Louis sinisterly smiled and his murderous intent briefly showed. “The more you hate me, the more you torture yourselves. Hate me with all your might! Hahaha…”
His insane laughter rang across the sky and jolted the seagulls on the beach into flight. Cheng Anya would have definitely shot him in his mouth had she had the chance. His gaze was pure malicious and insidious.
As Cheng Anya’s mind brewed countless ideas to make Louis’s life a living hell, her inability to pull them off on Louis deepened her hate for him bit by bit.
“Louis, karma awaits you. Don’t think that you will remain scot-free forever.” Cheng Anya coldly smiled as she looked at Louis in the eye. “I have always believed in the saying ‘a man sows what he reaps’, so expect the fruits of your sin to eventually bite you.”
Men, in the helplessness, would preach the superiority of science and how one should not fall into the superstition of the supernatural. When science failed them, and with a heart of hatred they could not vent out, they could not help but place their trust in the gods to avenge them. Cheng Anya felt that was running through her mind.
If somebody could exact vengeance on Louis on her behalf, she would be willing to give up her life.
“Haven’t you heard of the saying ‘bad people win the race’?” Louis broke into laughter as he gently looked at Cheng Anya. “Let’s await Third Young Master Ye’s arrival.”
“Louis, what the hell are you up to?” Cheng Anya asked in a trembling voice. His gentle gaze only increased her fear, and she had no other way out and could not be bothered about the viciousness in his eyes. He was clearing coming for Third Young Master Ye.
As she thought about it, the reason for Louis going the whole ten yards to torture her was simply because of Third Young Master Ye. What was going through his mind? Cheng Anya’s face paled and she did not dare to delve into the idea any deeper.
“Since you are so smart, why wouldn’t you know what I’m up to?” Louis smiled as he ran his slender and strong fingers across Cheng Anya’s cheeks. “Hazard a guess as to why I am going to such ends?”
Cheng Anya froze. While the answer was out in broad daylight, she chose to suppress it. Louis guessed her thoughts and smiled. “You are indeed Third Young Master Ye’s woman and sure complement him very well. Thought about the answer? Or can’t bear to say it?”
Cheng Anya’s lips trembled and she suddenly wanted to escape from his oppression and not think about anything. Louis would certainly not allow her to get her wish. “That’s right. As you have guessed, I want Ye Chen!” He coldly smiled.
His words, like thunder, shocked a prepared Cheng Anya. As his actions were both cryptic and had a love-hate vibe to it, all these were all for Ye Chen.
His doggedness for Ye Chen, as Ning Ning had previously mentioned, was because of Louis’ fetish for boys. She could not help but imagine how his twisted fetish was due to Ye Chen seventeen years ago, which was why… he would…
Cheng Anya’s face paled as she flew into a sudden rage. “In your dreams!”
She would not allow such a disgusting thought to come to pass. Damn it, why didn’t he rape Ye Zhenhua instead of having eyes for Third Young Master Ye? Her heart was tumultuous as her rage burned on.
Louis was not the slightest angry. “In my dreams? Don’t I have you in my clutches now? Although the virus was initially intended to force him to yield, I didn’t expect myself to take a liking to you. ‘Matchmaking’ the two of you isn’t too bad an idea, no?”
“The people whom you fancy are sure f***ing screwed.” Cheng Anya coldly punctuated her words.
“Anya, being fancied by me is your honor. If you want to live, be nice. Whether the virus incubates for a day or a month is up to me, and I am sure you won’t want to die before seeing Ye Chen one last time, no?” Louis, amidst his gentle smile, had a vicious streak. “While your death will work out well, it’s still a pity though. That said, Ye Chen will only give up hope when you have died.”
Cheng Anya was very shocked, and her hatred for Louis ran even deeper.
“You hate Third Young Master Ye,” she said with absolute certainty.
It was not just hate, but deep-seated hate.
“No, I love him.” Louis gently smiled.
Cheng Anya coldly shook her head. No, he definitely hated Third Young Master Ye. His hatred, which had a twisted love to it, could not be compared to the typical emotions that people had. With Louis’ actions twisted beyond recognition, he almost certainly had a serious mental illness.
This was not the way to love a person. If loving a person more meant more torture, why would there be so many die-hards in love who allowed themselves to be tangled in it? If loving a person meant being tortured by a person and being emotionally suffocated, who else would look forward to loving somebody else in the world?
It’s not love. It’s a doggedness from his youth that turned into deep-seated hatred. What he thought was love was laughable.
“What are you laughing about?” Louis was provoked into murderous anger by Cheng Anya’s laughter.
“Because you are laughable,” Cheng Anya coldly replied. “Louis, please do not taint the word ‘love’. Ah Chen and you are worlds apart. You are not worthy of him.”
He did not even know what love was, for only hatred, revenge, and breaking down people were in his lexicon. People who knew love did not behave this way.
Slap! A slap landed on Cheng Anya’s face and her cheeks swelled. “Anya, stop making things difficult for me when I am still nice toward you. My patience is limited,” Louis said with a sinister and malicious gaze.
“You lunatic!” Cheng Anya coldly smiled. He was indeed an utter lunatic.
“Wait and see how this lunatic destroys you all!” Louis coldly smiled and walked away.
Cheng Anya squinted as she sat on the rock, dazed, and watched the tumultuous surface of the sea.
Ah Chen, don’t come!
If not…
We will be eternally separated.
After she sent her master off, Xu Nuo entered the dungeon. The young kid, who was initially in a daze due to his discomfort, perked up when he heard the door to the dungeon open. Who came in again?
When he saw Xu Nuo, he was relieved.
Xu Nuo was wearing a hot red tight-fitting dress with tassels around the waist. The end of the tassels had pearls on them and she had a red band on her arm. With a rose around her index finger and her hair tied into a tall bundle, she looked very vibrant.
The little girl was clearly a rare beauty and had good fashion sense. What she lacks in looks, she made up with her wardrobe. Whenever he saw her, she was in new attire that never failed to draw attention.
Her hot red dress perfectly complemented her countenance.
One wonders how beautiful she would look when she grew up.
While beautiful things would perk the spirits of many, the young kid was numbed to them as everybody in his family was good-looking. Although she was slightly attractive, the young kid sighed when he recalled the searing pain from the whips landing on him.
She was beautiful yet vicious.
As he braced himself for another round of vicious beatings, Ning Ning turned his head and silently mourned for himself.
Xu Nuo, ignoring Ning Ning’s elegant smile, took out the keys to his freedom. As he dropped the keys for too long, he got another beating. As Ning Ning was not used to it, his legs softened and seemingly fell forward into Xu Nuo’s embrace.
Xu Nuo, expressionless, ducked away. The young kid fell hard and searing pain spread through him as his wound was provoked.
“How unpromising!” Xu Nuo kept the chains and mercilessly kicked him. “Get up.”
She sure was mean!
Before Ning Ning could get up, he was kicked by her again and looked up. “Stop hitting me!” he roared.
“I was not hitting you but kicking you.” Xu Nuo coldly corrected his mistakes and did not see his fake smile. “Aren’t you, a big guy, embarrassed that you fell?” She sounded pleased.
Ning Ning was silent. What ‘big guy’ was there? He was, by all measures, a small boy.
As he supported himself up, the young kid moved his aching yet numb leg and took a while to get up. As he got up, he was secretly alert. What kind of tricks would she pull off on him? Would Xu Nuo release him out of goodwill?
“HmUmph, get out!” Xu Nuo walked out of the dungeon before he could ask anything. Ning Ning frowned and followed her out.
Given how dark the dungeon was, he accurately calculated that he had been in the dungeon for five days. As he was kept away from the sun, all calm children like the young kid still felt isolated from the world.
As the fragrance of the white camellia flowers came onto him, he walked and saw a huge patch of them around the mountains. The beauty of the mountains contrasted against Xu Nuo’s fiery red dress.
“Where are you bringing me to?” The young kid was suspicious as he followed her from a meter away. With the roar of beasts a distance away, this island was nothing short of creepy.
“Just walk and cut the crap, will you?” Xu Nuo coldly replied without turning back. “Can you fight back if I decide to feed you to the wolves?”
She sounded as despising as she could, and Cheng Ningyuan was stifled. Ever since he met this girl, his self-control had weakened as he was almost provoked to rage several times. As they walked through the bush of white camellia flowers, Ning Ning frowned in pain as the flowers tangled his wounds.
When Xu Nuo heard him moan in pain, she could not help but turn back only to be greeted by the young kid’s timely and elegant smile. She coldly harrumphed and continued walking on.
After some walking, they reached a wooden mansion. Ning Ning realized that a back-alley was all that was needed to reach the house, but she took him through the white camellia flowers. The girl also knew that the bumping amongst the flowers would reopen his wounds.
That was… mean!
The wooden mansion was sparsely decorated. It was elegantly simple and had very few pieces of unnecessary furniture. Xu Nuo brought Cheng Ningyuan to the open-air swimming pool and turned around. “Get in there!” She pointed to the swimming pool.
Ning Ning did not understand her intention. Xu Nuo pondered slightly. “Clean yourself up.”
As he looked at the clear pool, he sinisterly wondered if that was seawater. Given that the girl was absolutely capable of that, his wounded body in the seawater would…
Definitely hurt like no tomorrow.
“What are you waiting for?” Xu Nuo coldly asked. As Ning Ning turned back from the swimming pool, he realized that she was next to him. The young kid was stifled.
“How old are you?” Ning Ning could not help but ask Xu Nuo. She pondered for a moment and told Ning Ning her birth year and month albeit in a displeased manner.
Ning Ning was even more stifled.
Why?
He learned that although Xu Nuo was three months younger than him, she was a head taller than him. With her this close, he had to… look up to her…
The young kid was greatly shocked. As he was influenced by Third Young Master Ye, men were very aware of such details when it comes to the differences between boys and girls. As a person of his age was even taller than him, he was extremely… displeased.
When he was in school, he was taller than the pubescent boys in his class. With himself shorter than Xu Nuo, the young kid sinisterly wondered if Xu Nuo had lied about her age.
“What are you dallying about?” Xu Nuo became impatient and lifted up her feet to kick the young kid in his butt. As the young kid pondered about his height, Xu Nuo kicked him into the pool.
Plop.
Water splashed all around.
“Ahhh…” Ning Ning screamed as he unexpectedly fell into the pool and sank into it. The clear water turned slightly red as the young kid coughed water out and stood up scorned.
The height of the pool was about his neck-level.
“F***!” The ungentlemanly young kid could not help but curse as he wiped the water off his face. As the water in the pool washed away all traces of blood on him, a wipe later revealed his tender face that was filled with rage. As he punched the water, he let out a cluster F-bomb.
His cursing was nothing short of classy as he swore in several different languages: Italian, Spanish, Russian, French… The cluster F-bomb was epic.
As Xu Nuo stood by the swimming pool suavely, she raised her eyebrows and said, “I didn’t expect you to be this learned to swear in six different languages. How interesting.”
After his catharsis, Ning Ning was also stunned. Did she understand them all?
F***, what kind of weird creature was she?
While he had no idea what he had sworn, his talent was clearly not just for show. As he recalled what he had just said, he had indeed sworn in six different languages.
Cheng Ningyuan was stunned into silence.