My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Jiangnan City Central Hospital, the highest level of VIP ward.

A simply dressed lady lay in the room, holding a mobile phone in her hands, watching intently, over and over, as if she would never tire of it.

This video, found online, was the scene from the accident.

Watching the man in the video recklessly dash into the flaming car to pull her out, then running away.

Every time she watched the video, Du Yuehua’s eyes moistened a little.

If it weren’t for this man’s desperate rescue, she would have long been dead.

Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open, and a man wearing glasses came in.

“Yuehua, I’ve come to see you.”

The bespectacled man carried both large and small bags, all filled with fruits and nutritional products, quite valuable.

“Wang Jun, your visit alone is enough; no need for such extravagance,” Du Yuehua said indifferently.

“This is my sincere sentiment, how can you say it’s wasteful?”

Wang Jun’s gaze landed on Du Yuehua’s breathtakingly beautiful face, a desire burgeoning in his heart.

Five years ago, he missed his chance with Du Yuehua. Now, as fate would have it, Du Yuehua’s husband, Ruan Jingyang, died six months ago in an accident, leaving her a widow. With such an opportune moment, he was determined to seize it.

“Put them down!” Du Yuehua pointed to the table in front of her.

The bespectacled man set down the gifts, wanting to say more, but the room was suddenly pushed open again by a man in his thirties, mature and steady, holding a bunch of exquisite flowers.

Just as the mature man put down the flowers, the door was pushed open again, this time by a man in his forties with a protruding belly.

In half an hour since Du Yuehua had awakened, the ward had seen a continuous stream of more than a dozen men coming and going.

“The patient needs to rest, all of you get out,” Xiao Mei, Du Yuehua’s assistant, finally lost her patience and drove out the group of men, not caring about their status or whatever bosses they might be.

“Finally, peace and quiet!”

Xiao Mei closed the door tightly and walked up to Du Yuehua, saying discontentedly, “President Du, these people clearly have ulterior motives; I’m surprised you can bear with them.”

“Most of these people were friends of Jingyang in the business world, not simple individuals. I don’t want to offend them,” Du Yuehua said.

“All wolves in sheep’s clothing, here to pay New Year’s visits as a mere formality. Not one has good intentions; either they’re looking to take advantage of you—a young, beautiful, and wealthy widow—or they’re aiming to acquire the hotel you’re planning to sell. None is sincere,” Xiao Mei huffed, continuously cursing.

“In life, having a few true friends is enough, as long as one is clear about who they are,” Du Yuehua said with a smile.

“You’re just too kind-hearted, unaware of the world’s dangers. A good and beautiful woman like you should stay at home and take care of the child full-time, without having to make public appearances. If not for the accident with Boss Ruan, you wouldn’t have to work so hard.”

While speaking, Xiao Mei’s eyes began to redden.

“It’s all in the past; I’ve become accustomed to it,” Du Yuehua smiled, then suddenly asked, “By the way, that nameless hero who saved me, have we found him?”

“Not yet, though I’ve already issued a bounty; still no luck,” Xiao Mei replied, then suddenly leaned in giggling, “President Du, heaven rewards the good. If it sent a man to save you, one day you’ll meet again. Maybe, just maybe, a relationship will blossom between you two.”

“I’m a married woman with a child; what right do I have to speak of romantic fate?” Du Yuehua said, her expression tinged with sorrow. “Besides, I don’t want to remarry. I just want to raise Youyou well by myself.”

“Pfft, being married and having a child, so what? Just look at the way those men behave; you can tell how in demand you are now,” Xiao Mei said.

Du Yuehua just smiled and didn’t reply.

“By the way, about the hotel you want to sell, there are a dozen or so interested parties right now. Here are their profiles.”

After saying so, Xiao Mei handed over a stack of documents.

Du Yuehua took the documents, looked through them one by one, and said, “Arrange for them to meet me at the company this afternoon. Whoever is suitable, I’ll transfer the hotel to them.”

“But you just got discharged from the hospital, why not rest for a couple of days before doing anything?”

“No need, I’m fine.”

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements.” Xiao Mei nodded in agreement.

“Brother Xiong, do you really want to attend the bidding meeting?”

Wang Tong glanced at the Mingyang International Hotel, which was over a dozen stories high, and almost cried.

Damn, the hotel was worth at least fifty million as a whole; Ye Xiong, holding just a few hundred thousand and thinking of negotiating, wasn’t that just a brain fart?

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Ye Xiong pointed at his serious face.

“It’s not a question of the face, but of capability,” Wang Tong said.

“It is indeed a matter of the face.”

Ye Xiong touched his handsome face and chuckled, “I’ve inquired about it. The hotel owner is a widow. Her husband died six months ago. Just think, she hasn’t had that circle-cross with a man in over half a year, how could she not be lonely and empty? If I appear out of nowhere, what if, by chance, she takes a fancy to me? Wouldn’t I get the hotel and not even have to spend a penny?”

“In your dreams.”

“One must have dreams,” Ye Xiong said with a laugh.

Ever since the hotel owner, Ruan Jingyang, died in a car accident six months ago, the hotel’s business had plummeted, and they ultimately had to sell. It was clear to anyone on the inside that things couldn’t be that simple.

Standing at the entrance of the grand hotel, looking at the golden shining characters above and the luxurious interior, Wang Tong felt even more nervous.

“What are you spacing out for? Let’s go!” Ye Xiong patted him on the head.

Wang Tong was resigned to the fact that Ye Xiong didn’t even seem to know the meaning of ‘nervous.’

After asking the front desk clerk, Ye Xiong and Wang Tong arrived at the door of the Chairman’s office on the fifth floor, to find there were already more than a dozen people sitting there, all waiting in line.

The office door was tightly closed, indicating that there were already negotiations happening inside.

Suddenly, the door opened. A boss with a neckchain as thick as a thumb walked out, looking downcast.

A man nearby couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, how did it go?”

“They’re asking for 120 million. Couldn’t make a deal.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd stirred, with some standing up and leaving. In a short while, more than half had gone.

Wang Tong’s legs went weak and he almost couldn’t stay standing. He had initially thought the hotel would cost at least five million, but who knew that it was more than double that.

Damn, 120 million!

Yet there was Ye Xiong, still shamelessly standing here?

The next few who went in came out dejected, signaling that none of them had succeeded in their negotiations.

Inside the office.

Xiao Mei tore a document in her hand to shreds, cursing angrily.

“What kind of people are these? The value of this hotel, six months ago, was at least 150 million. Only fifty million and they have the nerve to ask; they’re just robbing us in a fire,” Xiao Mei said furiously.

“Alright, call the next one in!” Du Yuehua said indifferently.

“Next, Ye Xiong!”