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Chapter 538: Mo Ye’s Family

Eleven was taken back and did not know how to reply to him. She could feel him holding her hand much more tightly to the point it was slightly aching. Eleven, not daring to meet his eyes, looked away as her heartbeat became faster.

She, in all honesty, had never given thought about the future and always avoided asking him about his past. There were some things about his past she could not bear and hence did not overthink them. She did not know where she would end up in time to come.

She suddenly realized that she was extremely selfish.

While her bodily condition was not optimistic, she did not know how much longer she had to live and ought not to flippantly commit to him lest she could not live up to it.

“Little Seven, you didn’t give it thought. Am I right?” Mo Ye looked at her deeply. Whatever thoughts she had, he could not bear to say anything harsh and quietly looked at her.

Eleven avoided his focused gaze and gently said, “Anthony, I can’t live for long.”

“What nonsense! You’ll live for long!”

“I’m not spouting nonsense,” Eleven said. “I may not live for more than a year and could die anytime. Nobody knows when I’ll die, and even if I do survive past a year, I may not have a healthy body and not have a long life. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all these earlier.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Mo Ye hugged her waist and buried his head in his chest. “Little Seven, don’t apologize... You won’t die.” His slightly muffled voice sounded a tad hoarse.

He, instead of her, ought to be the one apologizing.

How could he, given what she said, be able to face up to her?

“Anthony... Are you crying?” Eleven hesitated and gently caressed his head. Mo Ye’s hair, which was shorter, was somewhat coarser and felt prickly to the touch. She gently tapped on his head and felt exceptionally bad.

“No.” Mo Ye gurgled and hugged her even more tightly.

Eleven gently smiled and both of them remained silent for a moment. While they were okay earlier, the atmosphere became sad and unbearable.

“I won’t let you die,” Mo Ye said as he looked up with an intense persistence in his eye. “I won’t let you die.”

If Meng Lianying had the antidote, he would ask her for it regardless of the price to pay. Since said poison was the main poison in her, she would be able to become normal, given Su Man and Bai Ye’s ability and as long as he had the antidote.

“Okay.” Eleven smiled and she was very touched. While her delicate face, visibly moved, looked at him, she felt warm and touched despite knowing that he had no way.

Anthony...

I can’t bear to turn the current you down.

“Stop saying all these. Let’s not excessively worry about tomorrow when things have yet to happen,” Eleven said as she changed the topic. “So tell me about what were you deceiving me about, and stop beating about the bush this time.” Eleven laughed as she asked.

Mo Ye looked at her, stood up, and hugged her. He then pulled the blanket over her and hugged her tightly. He leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes as though he was thinking about how to open up to her.

Eleven could not help but laughingly scold him. “You sure are able to act all profound at times. Just say what’s on your mind.”

“Little Seven, the world would be so much more beautiful if people were like you,” Mo Ye laughed. While she had killed many and was cold and vicious, she was, however, the most innocent lady he had met.

She, like a flawless diamond, was brilliantly resplendent.

“You are sure a person of sweet words. How many girls have you conned?”

“Just you.”

“I’m not conned by you yet.”

“Almost.”

Eleven punched him in laughter and reassuringly snuggled into his embrace. She started to like the feeling of being in his embrace even more as it was closer to a natural heater which had a gentle fragrance of cologne that she – not a perfume person – really liked.

She felt reassured as she felt his cologne.

“I’m wondering how I should con you down the mountain, con you back into my home, and then con you to be my wife,” Mo Ye said. If he could marry her, he would have no more regrets his whole life. He, however, knew that difficulties abounded.

The struggle between The Mafia and The Top Terrorist Organization, the grudges between him and her, along with his desire to dominate the world and prove to his father he was as strong and not a humiliation to the Mo lineage...

There were many gulfs that they could not cross. Her hatred for him was already a high barrier to cross, let alone the other gulfs.

Eleven felt her heart jolt. Wife? He was sure forward-looking, but why was she so afraid?

Somebody once told her that if she were to be married and have children, he would not dislike her looks as he was, after all, good-looking, and their children would take after him.

The same person smashed these beautiful dreams.

“Where’s your home?” Eleven quelled the chaos in her heart and asked in laughter.

“My home is anywhere, but we can settle down wherever you like in the future.” Mo Ye laughed. He was telling the truth.

Eleven was taken aback. “Are you an orphan?”

He did not seem like an orphan, but more like an elegant and well-brought-up aristocrat who could be a tad shameless from time to time.

“I have a father and mother, but...” Mo Ye shook his head.

Mo Ye paused. “My father and mother had some misunderstandings, and mommy never really liked us since young. When we were just a few years old, she left us and we would only meet after many years. She will, only in times of emergencies, contact us. I only saw my mommy twice since I was five.”

“What about your father?”

“Daddy...” Emotions freely flew from Mo Ye’s eyes and he hugged her even more tightly without speaking. Eleven could see that he was becoming emotional and gently said, “We can save the unhappy stuff till when you are ready to talk about them.”

“It’s fine. I was just thinking about how to break it to you,” Mo Ye’s gentle, yet somewhat forceful smile, ached her heart. She could not help but hold his hands more tightly. “My daddy really hated us—emphasis on really—since young and would often ignore us. While he imparted all of our skills to us, he... simply treated us as though we were his rivals... My family is weird as heck because we stayed with Mommy when we were young, and Mommy then had somebody else take care of us when Daddy came into the picture. I only learned that I had a father when I was five,” Mo Ye said.

He laughed at himself. “Ever since Daddy came into the picture, we never said mommy. He would never allow us to reveal information about him. To Mommy, Daddy was like a dead person. To Daddy, Mommy was like a stranger. I did not know what transpired between them, and we did not dare to ask them about it.”

“Were they extremely strict towards you?”

“Not strict, but brutal.” Mo Ye laughed ironically. “If it weren’t for this blasted face of mine that almost resembles his, I would never believe that I was his son.”

“Do you still stay with your father?”

Mo Ye shook his head. “I... took over my father’s business when I was fourteen and never saw him then.”

Eleven frowned in doubt. “Your family is sure weird.”

For a child to grow up in such a family and be so cultured and well-mannered was beyond expectation. A child brought up in such a family would have been... quirky, to the point of twistedness perhaps.

“Even you do find my family is incredulous eh? Do you even call that a family?” Mo Ye coldly laughed as though he seemed indifferent but at the same time in ironic self-mockery. He had a mix of emotions.

“Anthony, do you hate your parents?” Eleven asked.

Mo Ye shook his head. “While Mommy hated us, we could, however, tell that she really loved us but had strayed from us as she still had some emotional entanglements, which were because of us, that were yet to be undone. As for Daddy... My daddy... While he was extremely brutal and merciless towards us, he imparted to us all of our skills. He taught us how to survive in the world, to negotiate with others, tens of languages, and tens of... survival techniques. He also left me some people and capabilities... While he never really loved us, I do not hate him.

“You really do not hate him?” Eleven looked on in disbelief.

Mo Ye’s body stiffened as he could not help but hug her and laugh ironically. “He did not hate us, but there were times we would begrudge them as to why we had to endure the conflicts between them. It’s so unfair.”

“Don’t your parents love each other?”

Mo Ye shook his head. “I can’t put it through clearly. I only know that my Daddy hates my Mommy.”

Mo Ye obviously did not want to talk too much about his parents, and Eleven did not ask any further. As the atmosphere felt a tad too solemn, Eleven could not help but muse, “Anthony, it must have been tough to grow up in a family like yours.”

Mo Ye laughed. “You’ve never heard of such a weird family before, huh?”

“Ah, yes, it’s the first time I’ve heard of such,” Eleven said. “That said, you often mentioned ‘we’. Do you have siblings?”

“Ah, yes. I have a... younger sister.”

“That explains it.” Eleven laughed. “You’re so much better off than I am. I don’t know who my parents are, and I am an orphan. My master brought me back, brought me up. I’m more fortunate than you as I have many friends who are like kin.”

Mo Ye gently caressed her long hair. Eleven pitied his past, but...

“Anthony, what is your profession?” Anthony seemed, from her understanding, to resemble somebody from her world.

“I’m a businessman,” Mo Ye laughed as he could not help but kiss her. Eleven simply did not buy it. ‘Businessman’ was an extremely loaded term. She was a businesswoman... who dealt with lives.