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Chapter 377: Untitled

The virus onset was earlier than predicted. Cheng Anya panicked and felt like she was on a bed of needles. While she wanted to accompany Third Young Master Ye, Su Man suggested that it was best she did not go to the research lab. Beautiful Su’s advice had an authority to it that people felt compelled to follow, and Cheng Anya obeyed his advice and did not rush to the research lab despite the fear in her.

“Mommy, don’t worry. Daddy will be fine.” The young kid comforted Cheng Anya. His small tender face showed a calmness and determination not befitting his age. The young kid elegantly smiled as though nothing had happened. He was extremely calm to the point it was impressive.

“Darling child, Mommy is not in such a bad shape to the point you have to console me. All will be fine.” Miss Cheng understood her child the best and smiled. She did not want him to be particularly worried about her. That said, however much she was worried, she would still be worried about her child and not panic herself to the point she would neglect her child’s emotions.

If she had utterly panicked, it was afraid that the young kid, who would be just as afraid, would have to console her. How embarrassing could it get! Was she that badass mommy of the young kid?

The mother and son went to see Ye Wei, who was in a coma from her injuries. Bai Ye had checked her up a long time ago and ordered somebody to prepare medicine then injected her with painkillers.

As Cheng Anya looked at a seriously wounded Ye Wei, her heart ached a little. Bai Ye looked calm and said, “While these injuries are severe for the typical joe, these are just flesh wounds to Ye Wei. She will be up and running in a few days.”

“This is not severe?” Cheng Anya was shocked. Would getting killed then equate to ‘severe injuries’? She looked at the drops of blood in Ye Wei’s room. Even her clothes were stained with blood. It was evident that Ye Wei was beaten until she vomited blood.

To be able to wound Ye Wei until she fell into a coma was already grievous.

“It’s okay. She will be fine after resting for a few days.” Bai Ye gently chimed as Eleven carefully applied medicine on her.

“What kind of deep-seated hatred do the two of them have for each other to the point they have to really murder the other person? This can’t be right.” Bai Ye stroked his chin as he seriously pondered the question. There was something extremely amiss about the situation. Was Mo Jue ashamed and provoked into anger?

“When did they not beat the daylights out of each other?” Eleven coldly harrumphed. She was more curious about how Mo Jue suddenly recovered. It was too sudden. She said, “Bai Ye, when would she most likely wake up?”

“She should be awake by tomorrow morning,” Bai Ye said as she jabbed Eleven’s shoulder and asked, “Eleven, has Wei Wei really fallen so hard?”

“What do you think?”

“Is she in love with Brother Marshmallow or Gorgeous Mo Jue?” Bai Ye was more curious about the answer to this question.

The young kid tilted his head and thought about it. He said, “It should be Gorgeous Mo Jue?”

“Why?” Eleven and Bai Ye asked in unison. Darling Ning Ning, to think that you have also understood what love is—Bai Ye secretly thought to himself. The times had changed too quickly.

“Feelings,” the young kid said. Ye Wei was more likely to entertain somebody like Mo Jue, but what about Marshmallow? It was because Mo Jue became Marshmallow that Ye Wei was willing to follow him around. If it had been somebody else, she would have long duped him.

All that said and done, it was still because Mo Jue was the reason for everything.

“Poor Wei Wei.” Bai Ye looked at her many injuries and feigned a sigh. With arms akimbo, he laughed and said, “I kind of look forward to how Wei Wei will take down such a badass Gorgeous Mo Jue in the future.”

Miss Cheng, who remained silent all along, could not help but say, “I have never understood something all along. Is there any difference between Marshmallow and Mo Jue? Aren’t they the same person?”

“Mommy, that difference is just about it. How could they be that different?” The young kid rebutted. As Bai Ye and Eleven simply treated the two of them as the same person, they agreed.

One was the devil, while the other was the angel.

Differences in race and affiliations could not be compared side-by-side.

“If that’s not the case, then let’s talk about your daddy. While he is occasionally serious to a fault, there are times he is an utter idiot. People have multiple sides to them, and couldn’t the same be said for Mo Jue too?” Cheng Anya smiled as she explained her own point of view. “He’s the same person, no?”

“Different.”

“Same.”

“Mommy, that’s three against one. It’s the tyranny of the majority, so you’ve lost. Stop struggling.” The young kid chuckled as he said it like a little gentleman in Britain’s upper class. He was adorably cute.

“…” Cheng Anya was speechless. F***, this was utterly undemocratic.

While it seemed as though Cheng Anya was in thought, the young kid smiled and said, “Mommy, you get a choice in democracy. Have you seen real democracy? Let’s talk about social harmony. When was society really harmonious?”

Bai Ye and Eleven gave their thumbs-up. He was simply good.

Cheng Anya was sad and angry. She said, “How dare you men bully weak women this way.”

“Uh…” The young kid was speechless in return.

They laughed and joked about whilst leaving Eleven’s room. Bai Ye smiled and said, “This mother-son pair is really awesome.”

“Their entire family is over the top.” Eleven succinctly commented. All of them were over the top and twisted in one way or another.

“Mister Bai, the master invites you to the research lab.” The maidservant quickly came to invite Bai Ye. Everyone was at a loss while Bai Ye nodded and followed the maidservant to the research lab.

“Ning Ning, what’s up?”

“Su Man had Bai Ye go to the research lab,” the young kid replied. Cheng Anya felt a weight on her heart. Did Ah Chen’s condition deteriorate? Cheng Anya’s heart thumped, a terrible look on her face.

She sat alone in the central atrium. The young kid wanted to accompany her but it was too late. Cheng Anya had him return to sleep and the young kid could only return to his room to rest. The summer nights in Riyadh were extremely hot. The lack of wind made the outdoor temperature unbearably high despite one wearing short-sleeve shirts. Cheng Anya felt that her limbs were exceptionally cold and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. She did not feel warm at all.

Cold.

It was a cold that radiated from the inside-out and it was extremely uncomfortable. This felt like Louis telling her at the start that she had a virus in her and how they were waiting for Third Young Master Ye to arrive.

She was extremely afraid.

Night soon came. It was already past midnight and she wanted to go to the research lab to take a look but did not dare to approach it. She was extremely clear about how the virus would act.

When the virus in her took effect, the pain was unbearable and enduring it was extremely painful. However, it was not long after that Louis injected her with an experimental agent that relieved the pain. She, however, saw Zhang Bo break his head in the room in that house, choosing to break his head and die from the excruciating pain.

The more she recalled the terrible state Zhang Bo was in before he died, the more Cheng Anya felt a chill in her and her heart rate spiked. That ominous omen came upon her.

The night was very quiet save for the sound of the fountain in the middle of the central atrium. While it used to lift moods, hearing it made her feel even more vexed.

She walked around the central atrium for a moment then sat down again. As she fell into deep thought, she became exceptionally quiet and almost blended into the scenery of the night. Her presence could almost not be felt.

A moment later, she suddenly stood up and walked toward the research lab as though she had made a decision.

The closer she was to the research lab, the more terrified she was. She was afraid of hearing Third Young Master Ye’s roars, but it was surprisingly quiet. Cheng Anya consoled herself that it might not be anything serious. Given Bai Ye’s excellent medical skills and Su Man’s virologist training, this would not end like how it ended for Zhang Bo. There might be an opportunity, and she ought not to scare herself.

She opened the door to the research lab and walked straight in.

Bai Ye, who was recording and researching the figures displayed on the screen, discovered Cheng Anya first. He raised his eyebrows and said, “Anya, what brings you here?”

Su Man was testing two different experimental agents and did not look up. As he was using the microscope to analyze the recombinant product, he was extremely focused and not distracted. Cheng Anya softly said, “Keep on with what you are doing. I won’t disturb you. I just want to accompany him.”

Bai Ye looked at Third Young Master Ye on the operating table and nodded.

The research lab was not particularly large, but it was very well-equipped. Cheng Anya felt that this was a modern research lab that one could only see in movies.

Third Young Master Ye, who was on the operating table, was in an isolation suit and wore an oxygen mask. His limbs were shackled and many needles were inserted into his arms, chest, thighs, calves, and even head. There were several liquids that were hung above that she was unsure of that were injected into him drop by drop.

When Cheng Anya looked down while holding his hand, she accidentally realized that there was a pool of blood on the floor. There was also a huge pool of blood on the floor beneath her. Cheng Anya looked at his shackled wrist. Two clear and bloody wounds were present.

She bit her lower lip and kept the sadness in her eyes. She could imagine how he had struggled and injured herself. She could guess, without looking, that his ankles were also injured.

He must be struggling to break free.

Ah Chen…

Separated through a biohazard suit, she held his hand. As Cheng Anya looked at the sleeping Third Young Master Ye, she felt a blunt pain in her heart. She wanted to cry but could not cry out. He would recover. She must not cry out.

Since everybody reaps what they sow, it was Louis who ought to receive his due retribution instead of Ye Chen who had suffered throughout his tough life.

‘Ah Chen, do not fear. I will accompany you until the very end.’

‘Even if you are going to hell, I will accompany you and never allow you to be alone.’

Cheng Anya remembered that she once swore to be Ye Chen’s guardian angel. She, however, did not fulfill her vow and instead almost caused him to lose his life. How was she even his guardian angel?

She was more like a jinx.

Cheng Anya was a little flustered and held onto Third Young Master Ye’s hand tightly. She bit her lips, trying to hold her tears back. She wanted to quietly stay by his side.

Third Young Master Ye was in a deep sleep, and his pale face seemed calm. His weak breathing, gently pumping heart, and warm hands made Cheng Anya a lot more at ease.

It was good as long as he was still alive.

She would accompany him for as long as he was alive.