Chapter 106: When the Schemer Learns to Beg
The matter of seeking medical treatment was now before them.
Ye Zhen stroked her own face, deep in thought.
She mused, the system's power was truly unreasonable!
Could the simulation be this realistic?
The most astonishing part was its ability to make daily, minute adjustments based on medication intake.
If it weren't for the complete absence of pain, Ye Zhen would have doubted whether this face was even real.
For someone who genuinely regarded money as worthless, Ye Fuli approached matters concerning herself with an almost pathological level of meticulousness, never sparing any expense.
"I bought a private hospital."
Before departure, Ye Fuli explained the current situation.
"Ye Zhen, if you don't like it there…"
"I can just not go?"
Ye Fuli shook her head. "If you don't like it, I'll buy another one."
"…"
Then it's fine.
Do as you please. I don't mind either way.
Ye Zhen said nothing more, sitting quietly.
The collar around her neck and the shackles on her ankles had gradually become part of her body—something she'd grown accustomed to.
Habit truly is a terrifying thing.
But Ye Zhen couldn't get used to losing her freedom.
Every time she glimpsed the scenery beyond the courtyard walls, an overwhelming urge to rush toward it surged within her, growing stronger with each passing day.
Ye Fuli pretended not to notice.
She too closed her eyes to rest, striving to maintain inner calm.
She had no idea how much time had passed.
The sharp screech of brakes jolted both women in the backseat awake.
The driver looked troubled. "Boss, look—there's someone up ahead…"
"Ye Fuli, get out of the car!"
The window rattled as someone pounded on it.
Ye Fuli lifted her head lazily and looked at the person knocking.
Seeing He Ying's somewhat haggard face, Ye Fuli sneered coldly: "Miss He."
Spotting Ye Zhen, whom she hadn't seen in ages, He Ying's expression turned furious.
That damn Ye Fuli!
What had she done to Ye Zhen? How long had Ye Zhen been missing!
The car door swung open.
He Ying lunged forward, intent on punching Ye Fuli, but she was no match for Ye Fuli. She was subdued in a matter of seconds.
"Let me go! Ye Fuli, you freak! Get your hands off me!"
Ye Fuli smiled. "Miss He, haven't you learned your lesson after all these beatings?"
"Let go of me! I'm telling you straight—I've already called the police. Ye Fuli, you—"
Before she could finish, Ye Fuli clamped her hand around He Ying's throat, silencing her screams.
Ye Fuli's smile finally vanished.
She didn't kill He Ying.
After all, Ye Zhen was watching her. She couldn't scare Ye Zhen—absolutely not.
"Miss He, this is my final warning. Stop meddling and stay away from my sister."
Feeling the pressure on her neck ease slightly, He Ying's lips slowly curled upward.
She and Ye Fuli were both far from saints.
To achieve their goals, they would stop at nothing.
But Ye Zhen was her savior, He Ying owed her a life!
If she could, she would gladly trade her own life for Ye Zhen's freedom.
Pssst—
He Ying's blade veered off course.
She failed to strike Ye Fuli's vital spot, only wounding her shoulder.
Ye Fuli wore a white shirt today. Blood trickled slowly down her shoulder, staining half her body crimson.
It all happened too suddenly.
Ye Zhen, sitting in the car, felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
Her limbs grew icy cold, and she nearly lost the ability to think, seeing only a crimson haze before her eyes.
"He Ying, I gave you a chance."
Ye Fuli had already gripped the knife handle.
With just a slight push, the blade would pierce He Ying's heart.
The terror in He Ying's eyes was almost tangible.
She fought desperately against Ye Fuli's counterattack, but the blade grew ever closer.
"Miss He, you know me well enough—I never let a grudge go unavenged…" Ye Fuli remained calm and composed. "Still, I admire your courage."
The blade sliced through her skin.
A tiny bead of blood welled up.
Ye Zhen scrambled out of the car, grabbing Ye Fuli's arm and pulling her back with all her strength. Her eyes pleaded desperately, begging her not to make a terrible mistake.
"Do you really think I'd kill her?" Ye Fuli arched an eyebrow, her smile laden with meaning. "Sis, you really underestimate me. Am I that rude?"
This wasn't a lie.
She always maintained a cool head, weighing pros and cons.
Especially when dealing with anyone other than Ye Zhen.
How could she possibly commit a crime?
In truth, this attack wasn't entirely unavoidable. After dealing with He Ying for so long, didn't she know all her little tricks?
But in her view, a mere scratch was a small price to pay if it made Ye Zhen see reality.
"If I kill her, I'll end up in prison. Who will take care of you then, my dear little sister?"
Ye Fuli emphasized the word "sister" with a sharp bite.
"You'd better explain our relationship and your situation to Miss He properly."
That was all she said.
Ye Fuli sheathed the knife, returned to the car, and slammed the door shut.
A disheveled He Ying stared at Ye Zhen with bloodshot eyes: "Little sister, I'm sorry."
She had followed Ye Fuli for days, spending a fortune on investigators, finally staking out Ye Fuli here—and staking out Ye Zhen too.
But why couldn't she kill this damn pervert!
She felt she had failed Ye Zhen.
Tears rolled down her cheeks in big, heavy drops.
Ye Zhen crouched beside her, deliberating for a moment before saying, "Third Young Miss, you might have misunderstood something."
"Look, haven't I gained weight? And the scars on my face have faded, haven't they?"
"Ye Fuli never mistreated me."
"She treated me well."
"Look at my clothes, my jewelry… they're all the finest, aren't they?"
Hearing these words, He Ying found it hard to believe.
Yet she couldn't help but believe it.
Ye Zhen showed no new injuries, her complexion looked healthy, and her attire was impeccable.
But…
He Ying couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
She didn't believe Ye Zhen was truly happy now.
"Is she truly your sister?"
"Yes."
"Ye Zhen, did you choose to follow her?"
"…Yes."
He Ying opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
Truthfully, in that moment, she had already begun to grasp something.
Ye Fuli was the kind of person who never let a grudge go unavenged.
Having stabbed her with that knife, she deserved to die or be crippled.
Yet now, she had only suffered a few scrapes.
Ye Fuli hadn't taken her life?
The person who could persuade Ye Fuli must hold immense weight in her heart—indeed, the sole, overwhelming weight.
"You two…"
He Ying took a deep breath, hesitated for a long moment, then voiced her conjecture.
"You two… you're actually lovers, right?"
Ye Zhen didn't respond, but He Ying had already staggered to her feet and was walking toward Ye Fuli.
She yanked the car door open forcefully and locked eyes with Ye Fuli.
"You two are dating, aren't you!"
Exhausted from blood loss, Ye Fuli's lips had turned pale. Her gaze bypassed He Ying before her and settled on Ye Zhen standing not far away.
She waited for Ye Zhen to answer.
Yet Ye Zhen merely stared back at her, waiting for her answer.
The atmosphere froze.
"Speak up! You two are dating, aren't you?"
Ye Fuli narrowed her eyes. "Is the fact that Ye Zhen and I are together so hard for you to accept?"
"I can accept Ye Zhen being with anyone—except you!"
He Ying gritted her teeth, seething with fury as if she wanted to devour her alive.
She treated Ye Zhen like a real sister—how could she possibly accept her sister being with a psychopath?
How could Ye Zhen possibly have chosen to be with her?
This girl always used underhanded, disgusting tactics to manipulate others—and this time would be no exception.
There was never any romantic atmosphere between them.
Who just disappears completely after dating someone?!
"You cold-blooded, selfish creature—you don't deserve love. All you do is trample on others' feelings and ruin their lives! People like you deserve to rot in prison until you die alone!"
These words struck precisely at Ye Fuli's weak spot.
Yet now, despite her fury, she merely smiled. She said nothing, did nothing, and simply watched as He Ying's emotions shattered, unleashing a torrent of abuse upon her.
"Finished ranting? If so, move aside. Don't ruin our date."
Smack—
A slap landed hard across Ye Fuli's face.
He Ying's hand went numb with the force of the blow. She clenched it tightly.
Behind them, the sound of police sirens grew louder and closer.
"Huh? If you don't leave now, I think I'll be detained for a few months."
Ye Fuli's lips curved into a victorious smile, utterly unconcerned with the crimson mark on her cheek.
She knew Ye Zhen was watching her, and she relished the look in Ye Zhen's eyes at that moment.
Being looked at like that—how intensely did it make her dopamine surge?
She felt nothing but pure delight, the pain completely forgotten.
"So, Miss He, you better make a run for it."