My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Yang Bin glanced at the chair and almost threw up on the spot.

Who in the world could sit on this chair? Not only was it covered with dust, but it also bore this guy’s saliva. Sitting down felt worse than swallowing a fly, totally revolting.

“President Yang, has Wang Shu already packed up and left?” Ye Xiong asked with a cold smirk.

“Yes, she has left,” Yang Bin quickly responded.

Yang Bin remembered the call from Yang Xinyi, her tone made it clear she wanted to freeze him out. Although he didn’t know the relationship between this guy and Yang Xinyi, the fact that she instantly fired Wang Shu over his phone call showed that this guy definitely had more than a simple relationship with President Yang.

With that thought, Yang Bin bore the nausea and plopped himself down on the chair.

Wang Tong felt a wave of disgust, but recalling this guy’s arrogant demeanor at home today gave him a sense of satisfaction.

“Disgusted by the chair in my house? As dirty as it is, you still have to sit,” Wang Tong sneered with a chuckle.

After all, he had resigned, and not planning to work here any longer, so he didn’t care about Yang Bin’s feelings.

Yang Bin was furious inside, but since he needed Ye Xiong’s favor at the moment, he dared not say much and sheepishly said, “Mr. Ye Xiong, my apologies, I was wrong earlier. In truth, I have nothing to do with Wang Shu, she was just one of my subordinates.

A moment ago, he was rolling on the office sofa with someone, and now he was disowning her—only Yang Bin could do such a thing.

“Whether you have something to do with her or not, it’s none of my business,” Ye Xiong said, then turned to Wang Tong, “Got everything? Let’s go.”

“Mr. Ye, wait a second!”

Yang Bin quickly stood up, chasing after him and shouting, “Please mention this to President Yang and ask for some leniency. It’s all that bitch Wang Shu, she seduced me. I promise I won’t be involved with her again, I’ve already fired her…”

Ye Xiong turned back with a smile, “I’ll tell you something.”

“What’s that?” Yang Bin asked, puzzled.

“Actually, I have nothing to do with Yang Xinyi. I never called her. It was entirely because Wang Shu accidentally offended President Yang that she was fired. You’ve been fooled by her,” Ye Xiong revealed.

Yang Bin’s jaw dropped open in shock, then anger took hold and he grabbed his phone, screaming furiously, “Wang Shu, you bitch, dare to spout nonsense…”

Ye Xiong and Wang Tong, standing far away, could still hear Yang Bin’s loud shouting on the phone, and they couldn’t help but feel immensely pleased.

“Brother Xiong, do you really know Yang Xinyi?” Wang Tong couldn’t hold back his curiosity; Ye Xiong had said he knew her, then said he didn’t. It was confusing which was the truth and which was a lie.

“Like I said, she’s my wife,” Ye Xiong reiterated.

“Cut the daydreaming.”

Ye Xiong was about to reply when his phone rang—it was Yang Xinyi calling.

“I’ll bet you dinner I’m right,” Ye Xiong proposed.

“You’re on.”

“But we’re eating at a proper restaurant, not some roadside snack stall.”

“Deal.”

Wang Tong couldn’t believe that Yang Xinyi could be this guy’s wife; that was simply preposterous.

The difference in their statuses alone was like heaven and earth.

After making the bet, Ye Xiong answered the call and switched on the speaker.

“What are your plans?” came Yang Xinyi’s voice from the phone, as cold and indifferent as an ice mountain.

Wang Tong knew her voice all too well. He had heard her give public speeches at numerous major events and had even heard her speak at a construction site party, so he was quite familiar with her voice.

“Wife, what’s the sudden concern for me?” Ye Xiong chuckled.

“It’s not concern, there’s something I need to tell you,” Yang Xinyi’s voice remained as cold as ever, “Move back home tomorrow, and meet my dad again tomorrow evening.”

“I don’t mind meeting up, but moving back in? That’s not necessary. I don’t want to be called a kept man, living off my wife’s money,” Ye Xiong thought for a moment, then smiled and said, “How about this, you move out and live with me?”

“I need a bathtub that’s two meters wide, a room that’s over fifty square meters, and when I sleep, I need an imported mattress… Do you have those?” Yang Xinyi asked.

“Cough…” Without a solution, Ye Xiong could only say, “Fine, I’ll move back in, but I need to make it clear—I’m going to sleep by myself. You can’t force me to sleep with you…”

Slap!

Yang Xinyi hung up the phone directly, and the sound of her hanging up nearly burst Ye Xiong’s eardrums.

“No manners at all, I don’t know how she became a president,” Ye Xiong cursed as he pocketed his mobile phone.

Wang Tong next to him had his mouth open so wide he could almost fit an egg in it.

He could never have dreamed that Ye Xiong was really Yang Xinyi’s husband. How could this be possible?

“Why are you gaping like an idiot? Hurry up and treat me to a meal,” Ye Xiong slapped him on the head.

“Like a flower stuck in cow dung,” Wang Tong spat out the phrase.

Ten minutes later, at a high-end hotel.

Wang Tong sat at the table, propping up his chin, looking at the spread of lavish dishes without any appetite.

Damn, this cost a full one thousand bucks, which is ten days of his salary. How could he have an appetite?

As Ye Xiong devoured the food hungrily, he took out his bank card, gave it a wave, and shouted, “Waiter, the bill!”

“Brother Xiong, I said I’d treat,” Wang Tong hurriedly took out his wallet.

“Do you have more money, or do I?” Ye Xiong scolded, “If I wanted you to treat, would I have brought you out to eat? Is Brother Xiong that kind of person?”

Wang Tong laughed sheepishly, “Brother Xiong, you’re really a great guy.”

The two wolfed down the food, and in a short while, they had cleaned up the whole table.

Patting his belly, Wang Tong asked, “Brother Xiong, what are your plans next?”

“No plans.”

For Ye Xiong, life was currently like a monk’s—getting by day by day with the sound of the temple bell.

Or rather, he was like a walking corpse, devoid of direction, making do however he could.

“Do you have any dreams?” Ye Xiong suddenly asked.

“My dream is to eat, to have lots and lots of delicious food.”

“Then let’s open a hotel,” Ye Xiong slapped his knee and said boldly, “As long as we open a hotel, we can eat whatever we want.”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” Wang Tong asked, seeing him get a little too excited.

“Do I look like someone who jokes around?”

“But opening a hotel takes a lot of money. Don’t even think about it without a few million,” said Wang Tong.

“A few million I don’t have, but a few hundred thousand I do. We could rent a place and hire some staff, that should be barely enough,” Ye Xiong said.

If it were before, Wang Tong wouldn’t have believed Ye Xiong even if he mentioned having a few hundred thousand, but now he did.

If the ridiculous fact that Yang Xinyi was his wife could occur, what else was impossible?

Following that, Ye Xiong and Wang Tong started looking for places to rent, preparing to open a hotel.

At first, Wang Tong thought Ye Xiong was just playing around, but after inquiring at several places, he finally believed that Ye Xiong was serious, not just messing about.