100 Million Yuan Wife

Ning Ning broke into a sinister smile and said, ”What are you going to do even if you know where she is? You have abandoned her for so many years, only to suddenly recall her now? Do you want to know whether she is living well? Or, are you thinking of abandoning her once again?”

Zhang Wanyan was unable to bear his armor-piercing words. She looked at a panicking Xu Xing perplexedly and then at Ning Ning fiercely. She was speechless. She was also against abandoning the child, and in favor of sending the child to be raised in a family they trusted.

She had tried to convince Lisa not to be this cruel as Xu Nuo was, after all, her flesh and blood. Xu Nuo could be sent to a foster family. The Zhang family could even raise Xu Nuo in the name of her mother’s nephew. Xu Xing’s mother, however, said that the deep ties between the Xu and the Zhang families meant that the children meeting each other was inevitable. How could that be explained? As Xu Xing and Xu Nuo were almost carbon copies of each other, she saw how the three-year-old Xu Nuo looked like. Xu Nuo’s eyes were dreamier as compared to the liveliness in Xu Xing’s eyes.

When she abandoned the child back then, she felt it was an immense pity. There was no news about the child. Even Xu Xing’s mother also regretted and had people search for her. A one-year-long search yielded no result.

This was an off-limits topic in the Xu family. Xu Xing had no idea about it and also had no memory of when she was three.

”Ning Ning, auntie, what are you talking about?” Xu Xing was panicking even more as she did not understand what they were talking about. She could only see that her auntie did not have the best of looks, and Ning Ning’s looks were even worse.

Ning Ning looked at Xu Xing and coldly laughed. He pointed to Xu Xing and said, ”Go back and tell them that having her around is enough. They might treat Xu Nuo as some broken shoe to be thrown, but there will be people who treat her as a treasure. I want what they do not want.”

When he finished saying, he took a few steps and stopped. He suddenly turned around and laughed elegantly. ”Oh, yes, I forgot to have you convey this message. Tell them that they can sleep in peace and don’t have to worry about Xu Nuo harming them anymore. Xu Nuo died a grisly death.”

As he looked at Zhang Wanyan’s whitened face, he had that exhilaration from getting his revenge. Ye Ningyuan, at that moment, had a demon within him that wished to devour all the darkness so that the world would be as dark as him.

Ning Ning, with a glum face, became vexed at the sight of people. He went to the back of the church and sat on the railings glumly.

Xu Xing supported Zhang Wanyan, who was about to fall and asked, ”Auntie, who is Xu Nuo?”

Zhang Wanyan was speechless.

In the bridal lounge, Third Young Master Ye looked at his bride mesmerizingly and made no effort to conceal the shock and joy in his eyes. She had a stunning beauty that intoxicated people. She was finally going to be wholly his.

Marriage took on a wholly different significance. She was his legally-recognized wife, and he, her legally-recognized husband. He was elated at the thought of this. If it weren’t for the makeup on her face, he would have given her a really good kiss.

”What brings you over here? The wedding is about to begin in a moment.” Cheng Anya felt her face warm, but nobody could tell since she had put on extensive makeup.

”No worries. There are people outside,” Third Young Master Ye said. ”I just want to hang around with you for a moment more.”

”When people got married in the past, the newlyweds were not allowed to see each other for the first three days.”

”Dear wifey, it’s already the 21st century.”

Cheng Anya laughed and held Third Young Master Ye’s hand tightly. Today was their marriage, the beginning of their happiness. From today onward, she would become even happier with each day.

”Are you nervous?” Third Young Master Ye asked. Cheng Anya was not afraid of being embarrassed and nodded. She was slightly nervous, and her palms became sweaty. How could she not be nervous? ”I recalled my first poetry recital in third grade. I was so nervous that I wetted my pants.”

Third Young Master Ye teasingly asked, ”Really?”

Cheng Anya nodded seriously. ”With my classmates and teachers below, and given how our especially stern principal took center stage, my legs were wobbling when I was on stage and facing him. How could I not wet my pants?”