Chapter 112: The Ten Million Mission Must Be Completed
Boom—
As the fireworks exploded, the sky filled with dazzling sparks.
Ye Zhen counted each firework tube one by one, afraid she might miss one.
After finishing the count, she turned to look at Ye Fuli.
Her smile was sweet.
"There are 66 here. How much are you paying me for each one?"
Ye Fuli's face darkened.
Suddenly, she understood the meaning of the phrase "can't read the room."
"Do you just love money that much?"
Ye Zhen blinked.
After a moment's silence, she feigned compliance and whispered softly, "All I have is money."
"Don't you still have me?"
The words slipped out of Ye Fuli's mouth.
But she quickly regained her composure, her tone turning cold. "If you truly love money so much, why did you insist on leaving the Ye family before? Miss Ye Zhen, you're being quite contradictory. Surely this isn't some ploy to play hard to get?"
Ye Zhen no longer avoided her gaze, replying with a mix of sincerity and sarcasm, "What I love is only the money you give me."
This remark was equally devastating.
Ye Fuli swiftly rose and headed toward the interior of the house.
She slammed the glass door shut.
Thud—
Snap—
Bip~
Bang bang bang—
The fireworks hadn't finished yet, their streaks of light reflecting on the windowpane, a dazzling, breathtaking display.
Ye Fuli slowly crouched down, hugging her knees.
She buried her head deep within her arms.
The pounding in her chest grew louder and louder.
When Ye Zhen resisted her, she felt unhappy.
Now, with Ye Zhen being so docile, she began to feel uneasy.
Her instincts told her something was wrong with this docility…
Why did Ye Zhen suddenly want money? So much money? What was she planning to do?
Another escape attempt?
But how could she possibly carry all that cash away?
All sorts of possibilities flashed through Ye Fuli's mind.
Upon closer reflection, she realized Ye Zhen had been acting strangely for quite some time—like her bizarre graduation exam results, or her completely altered personality and approach to handling matters…
And now this.
Even under her tight control, Ye Zhen still saved money relentlessly every day, as if she were certain she could escape once more.
Ye Fuli's heart sank deeper and deeper.
Staring at Ye Zhen's pile of money, she felt increasingly uneasy.
"Don't leave me. You're not allowed to leave me! Ye Zhen, no—please… don't!"
Just as Ye Fuli was on the verge of emotional collapse.
As if by telepathy, she whipped her head around and looked toward the courtyard.
In the courtyard, two people dressed in hourly worker uniforms, one on each side, grabbed Ye Zhen's arms and swiftly dragged her onto an electric cart.
Under cover of night, the cart crashed through the greenbelt, careened off the lawn, and sped away along the narrow concrete path.
The light in Ye Fuli's eyes dimmed rapidly.
Her emotions instantly settled.
She promptly walked to the study and removed a hunting bow that had been hanging on the wall.
She headed for the door.
As she walked, she instructed the driver.
"Bring out the new car. Yes, the convertible one."
……
…
Inside the tram.
Ye Zhen stared at the two strangers in terror.
She instinctively tried to scream, but one of them covered her mouth.
The other gripped the steering wheel, flooring the accelerator.
They had no idea just how troublesome Ye Fuli was, but judging by the payment He Ying had offered them, this woman was undoubtedly super dangerous and a real handful!
Run. Just run.
"Shh! Don't scream, Miss Ye. We're hired by Miss He Ying. We're taking you back today."
"Let me out!" Ye Zhen's scalp prickled at the words. She yanked the hand away. "Get out of here now, or you'll die!"
Ye Fuli couldn't care less about He Ying's fate.
But if He Ying came to rescue her, the situation would be entirely different.
Ye Fuli might not give He Ying another chance!
Behind them, the distinctive roar of a supercar echoed.
The female bodyguard accompanying Ye Zhen instinctively glanced back.
"Oh no, that guy's catching up! Wait, what's she holding?!"
Whoosh—
An arrow shot straight from behind, slamming hard into the tram's windshield.
Crack—
The cheap windshield shattered instantly.
Had the female bodyguard not dodged in time, her shoulder would have been lost. Yet even with her swift evasion, shards of glass rained down upon her, leaving countless tiny cuts.
Even the seasoned bodyguard was so startled by the scene that he stuttered.
"She! She shot arrows at us! What kind of lunatic is this… Good heavens!"
"Before… before we came, Miss He never mentioned this trip would be deadly!"
Ye Zhen clenched her fingers tightly.
She knew she had to get out of the car.
Otherwise, both of them would die here tonight.
And she might get caught in the crossfire too…
She certainly didn't want to get hit by this arrow!
Ye Zhen seized her chance, preparing to leap straight out of the moving tram. But as the vehicle passed a certain section, an excruciating, bone-piercing pain shot through her ankle.
"Holy shit!"
Ye Zhen couldn't help but curse.
Her leg buckled, and she stumbled down.
So this damn thing actually shocks you!
Sensing the host was in mortal danger, the dog system snapped awake. It immediately blocked her pain receptors and boosted her physical capabilities over tenfold in an instant.
"Holy shit…?!
Feeling power surge through her entire body, Ye Zhen felt like she could float away.
No time for amazement—she caught her breath, spotted the nearby water basin, and leapt.
Splash—
The splash of a heavy object hitting water echoed distinctly in the silent night.
The two men on the trolley exchanged glances and instantly made their decision: Save our lives, forget the money!
This job was off the table. Run! This place was hell!
Seeing the driver flee in panic, Ye Fuli didn't continue firing arrows. She ordered the driver to stop the car.
The driver, who had seen his share of the world, merely broke out in a cold sweat at the scene but said nothing.
Ye Fuli pushed open the door and stepped out.
The water wasn't deep; Ye Zhen could stand up on her own.
But recalling the excruciating pain in her ankle moments ago, Ye Zhen decided to feign helplessness.
Ye Fuli walked over, crouched down, and lifted her out of the mud.
"Ye Fuli, I told you, I won't run away."
So please, stop hurting others.
Stop your madness, stop your obsession!
"Yeah, I know."
Ye Fuli pressed her cheek against hers and smiled with tenderness: "I understand your feelings now. Finally."
That's wonderful.
Ye Zhen was willing to stay.
Ye Zhen must like her too. She must like her.
If she wanted to save money, let her save.
As long as her feelings were confirmed, that was all that mattered.
Ye Fuli's heart overflowed with joy, as if she'd embraced the world's most precious treasure. She wanted to lift Ye Zhen high into the air.
"Let's go home. Let's go home, Ye Zhen… Let's go home…"
Seeing that look on her face, Ye Zhen knew he had made the right choice.
Yet at the same time, Ye Zhen felt an indescribable sadness.
This girl's affection felt too heavy…
She was certain she could never bear the weight of such profound affection.
Leaving was the inevitable choice.
"Today, you've truly satisfied me."
Ye Fuli clasped Ye Zhen's neck tightly, her pale face twisted into a maniacal grin.
"I recorded today's fireworks. Count them carefully—how many there are."
"For each one, I'll give you that much money."
"Ten thousand yuan per flower. How does that sound?"
So,
how many flowers would there be in a fireworks display lasting half an hour?
Ye Zhen's mind buzzed.
All she knew was that this task to earn ten million had to be completed.