Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After being trapped in the mansion for another two days, Cheng Anya felt her bones out of whack and her organs roiling from Louis’ battering that day. She felt her insides burning.
Her face, elbows, abdomen, and chest were bruised. She was kept awake due to the aching, and guarding against Louis left Cheng Anya extremely tensed up.
The large bedroom, about 3,500 square feet in area, was lavishly decorated. The delicate furniture, floating curtains, retro crystal chandeliers, redwood cabinets, and intricate ceiling paintings were reminiscent of the past and felt detached. Cheng Anya could not help but recall the princess in fairy tales whose rooms should be as lavishly decorated as this. To her, these intricate decorations added an additional dimension of stuffiness.
As the mansion was exceptionally quiet, she once thought that only she and Louis were in the mansion. However, her three meals being taken care of and her tended to meant that it was not just Louis and her on the island. What she felt weird about was how the doctor who tended to her was fully suited up in a biohazard suit and looked at her in fear. While she was unaware of that when she fainted two days ago, she woke up and clearly saw how the doctor’s hands trembled as though she was the plague.
And it was a lethal pathogen. As Cheng Anya became suspicious, the maidservant who delivered her three meals did not dare to look at her and left the meals on the table before she hastily left. The room resumed its calm.
Cheng Anya was stifled. As she tried to get information from the doctors, the doctors would only prescribe her some medications and quickly come and go. As she tried to talk to the maidservant, she came and went even more quickly.
She finally recognized something. If they were avoiding her, how could they hear her? Besides, this should have been Louis’ instruction. Cheng Anya gave up hope on asking.
As she lay in bed imagining things, the past few days were very unbearable for her. As she was afraid that Louis would suddenly come in, Cheng Anya left the lights on and stared at the door unnervingly. When she felt that she was about to doze off, she would pinch her thighs to keep herself awake. Cheng Anya was still, too tired. Being battered and having vomited blood, her body could not take it and she fell asleep.
Ever since she knew what it took to stir Louis’ erection, Cheng Anya was a little more at ease. As long as she did not cry, he could not violate her. This knowledge was extremely important to her.
She was thankful that she had the endurance to not shed a single tear despite being beaten to near-death. As she tried to find joy amidst her circumstances, she should really pat herself on the back for her high threshold for pain. She was like a cockroach that would not die.
She also did not know how her darling child was and whether he was in pain. She was the most afraid of whether Ning Ning was also tortured and in Louis’ hands. As her three meals were still taken care of, she was still in a much better predicament. Given how twisted Louis was toward Third Young Master Ye and how Ning Ning resembled a young Ye Chen, he’d better not have any wrong desires.
If not, she would rather perish with him.
As for Cheng Anya, enduring the pain was not the problem. Not knowing how Third Young Master Ye and the young kid was the most excruciating to her.
As Louis was not to be seen in the past two days, his moving about with wizardly elusiveness gave Cheng Anya a rare moment of peacefulness. God wonders what awaited her when he returned. As Cheng Anya was able to get off the bed, she surveyed the island from her room. Apart from the expansive sea, there seemed to be nothing else. She could see the beautiful sea from the second floor. Whilst the island seemed huge, there was a very tall mountain behind that was covered in greenery and sharp rocks.
If she had to escape, that was the only possible place she could escape to.
As the island was not very large, she would not be able to escape Louis’ grasp. That said, her current condition would not allow her to even escape far. Her limbs felt flights and weak, and she panted after a few steps. Louis must have injected me with something. If not, my body would not be this weak—Cheng Anya secretly thought to herself.
When she tried to ask Louis that day, she did not manage to ask him before he became aroused. Random surging pain would run through her body, the pain excruciating. While she was getting used to it, her endurance became better.
Ah Chen, when will you be able to find me?
Cheng Anya looked at the calm sea deeply. Under the afternoon sun, the sea surface was calm and flanked by the blue sky that made the surface of the sea even more radiant. She was, however, in the least of moods to observe the scenery.
After she stood by the window side for a long moment, she pushed open the door. The mansion was silent, as though nobody was present. Weren’t there doctors and maidservants? Where had everybody else gone?
Cheng Anya was stifled. With surveillance cameras in every corner of the mansion, she would not be able to escape Louis’ prying eyes. While Cheng Anya absolutely hated the feeling, there was nothing she could do about it.
As she sharply saw the newspaper in the living room, Cheng Anya ran over to grab it. She had had it with the days of isolation. Her unawareness of the outside world left her in trepidation.
Third Young Master Ye’s news conference that day was the cover story. The article faithfully reproduced his speech along with clear pictures. At that moment, Cheng Anya’s tears fell.
While Louis battering her into a pulp did not cause her to cry, seeing Third Young Master Ye’s photo made her aggrieved and hurt as they loved each other deeply but were worlds apart.
He looked a little skinnier and seemed tired with an unfamiliar gentleness on his face. Cheng Anya bit her lips. Ah Chen, I really miss you and can’t wait to fly back to you.
She wanted to caress his frowning brow.
An Ning International was his brainchild and his very touching words were things he did not usually speak. When he did, there was an unforgettable passion and overbearingness in them. All he did and said spoke volumes about his love. Why was she so undecided back then? Wouldn’t it have been much better had they become married?
With their fates uncertain, she was unsure as to whether she could live on. If the title of Mrs. Ye went to somebody else, she would surely get angry. Cheng Anya fantasized as her tears trickled down.
As though she suddenly recalled something, she wiped away her tears in panic. With no privacy in the mansion, not to mention where Louis was hiding and watching her in a twisted way, why was she crying for him to see?
With Third Young Master Ye’s words deeply imprinted in her heart, she put down the papers and went out for a walk.
Unless she died, there was no way she could temporarily leave the island. To her, choosing death was cowardly. Even if Third Young Master Ye did not say those words, she would still hang on for her dear life, not just for him, but for her and their family.
As she suddenly heard the sound of children frolicking, Cheng Anya stopped. There was somebody else on the island. Through the palm tree, she could somewhat make out people moving. Cheng Anya walked over curiously.
There were more than ten boys and girls between the ages of four to five running. While where she was at before seemed empty, where she was at now seemed much livelier. Akin to a huge training facility, there were several buildings that seemed well-fortified.
The children, not the typical four- to five-year-olds, moved in a very agile manner. Cheng Anya discovered, to her shock, the bodies of four to five children along the beach that bobbed with the sea.
They were dead.
She opened her eyes in shock. It was so cruel…
As she looked further away, she was very certain that the children had died and were cruelly dumped into the sea. The children running along the beach did not seem fazed by their pals’ death and did not even take the slightest look.
Cheng Anya almost jabbed her fingers into the palm tree. What kind of cruel place was this?
How could they?
There were five to six angry-looking men in military attire carrying assault rifles pointed at the children. If any of the children fell, would they shoot that child up? Cheng Anya secretly thought to herself.
Apart from the six in military attire, there were two other men in similar attire whose arms were behind them. They seemed to be the children’s instructors.
As Cheng Anya had quietly approached, she did not startle anybody. As her slender body observed from behind the palm tree, she saw the children run for more than an hour before they separated into two groups for further training. They fought, individually and in groups. With weapons on the shelves along the shore that the children could use at any time, she suddenly realized that the dead children were those eliminated.
How cruel!
As she could not bear to see this any further, she accidentally stepped on branches that made a gentle ‘crack’. In that instant, six assault rifles pointed at her and she heard the sound of guns chambered. Cheng Anya’s face turned pale from the shock.
With those many guns pointed at her, her pale face became a deathly pallor. She had to calm down.
The two instructors turned their heads around and waved to them to signal them to lower their weapons. Cheng Anya then heaved a sigh of relief. Had she had been louder, would they all have fired at her?
That was a very close shave.
She then slowly walked out to prove that she was not a threat. The group of children who were training came around and curiously surrounded her.
“What are you doing here?” The tall guy who had a sharp gaze and murderous intent spoke in English. “F*** off and don’t get in our business.”
As he seemed extremely unhappy that she had disrupted their training, his American-accented English sounded exceptionally cold and harsh. Cheng Anya pondered. She wanted to back off as she did not want to witness such a cruel scene.
Thinking that Cheng Anya did not understand English, he went on to say in Mandarin, “F*** off!”
His Chinese was not accented.
“My thoughts too.” Cheng Anya coldly smiled. As she felt uncomfortable standing there surrounded by a group of children with tender faces, she turned around and suddenly collapsed.
The child nearest to her subconsciously touched her.
At that moment, the looks of the few adults suddenly changed.
