My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“You know Ye Xiong?” Du Yuehua asked, surprised.

“More than know, it’s etched in my bones and heart.” Luo Weiwei gritted her teeth.

She remembered the first time she’d met the guy, when he rode his motorcycle over the roof of someone else’s sedan. Bringing him back to the police station, they were targeted by a killer on the way, and she ended up being taken advantage of by him. There was also the incident at the police station; almost every time, Luo Weiwei was infuriated by him to the point of rage.

But she had to admit one thing, this guy was definitely not a simple character, whether in terms of his skills, background, or personality, he was not easy to mess with.

“You guys didn’t have an affair, did you?” Du Yuehua asked suspiciously.

“Pah, who would have an affair with that scum.” Luo Weiwei spat, then said, “Rest assured, this guy is cunning; he doesn’t suffer losses, it’s only others who suffer at his hands.”

Thinking of how she had been tricked by him, and he still had the audacity to play dumb, Luo Weiwei felt both angry and embarrassed.

Seeing this, Du Yuehua couldn’t help but be secretly astonished, but at the moment she couldn’t afford to think much about it and hurried upstairs. She just saw on the third floor, two sides facing off against each other.

On one side was one person, and on the other, easily dozens.

Facing dozens of people, Ye Xiong’s presence didn’t waver in the slightest.

“He Haodong, if you don’t hand over the friend you kidnapped today, I’ll make you pay.”

The voice was loud and forceful, full of momentum.

Du Yuehua quickly rushed over, reaching Ye Xiong’s side, and anxiously said, “Ye Xiong, are you alright?”

Ye Xiong shook his head and, seeing Luo Weiwei behind her, laughed, “Officer Luo is here too, long time no see, you’ve gotten increasingly… beautiful.”

For some reason, every time Ye Xiong saw Luo Weiwei, his gaze would involuntarily fall on her front, and then he’d remember the day he sat behind her on her motorcycle.

Truly, an unforgettable scenery in life!

“Get lost!”

Luo Weiwei was infuriated at the sight of him; if it wasn’t for the serious matters at hand, she’d definitely settle this score with him properly.

Seeing Luo Weiwei arrive, He Haodong stepped forward and said coldly, “Officer Luo, Ye Xiong barged into our Fuhua Hotel and injured dozens of our security guards. Are the police not going to do anything about it?”

“Ye Xiong, why did you hit people?” Luo Weiwei asked accusingly.

“He kidnapped my friend, of course, I had to come and rescue them,” Ye Xiong replied.

Right then, Ye Xiong exaggerated the events, almost depicting himself and Mr. Klein as friends who had shared life-and-death experiences for decades, claiming Mr. Klein had been captured and brought here, subjected to inhumane treatment, with his life hanging in the balance.

“You say I kidnapped your friend, what evidence do you have?” He Haodong asked coldly.

“The evidence is, my friend is inside this hotel,” Ye Xiong retorted.

“I’m giving you the chance to search now, but if you can’t find them, I won’t let you off lightly,” He Haodong said with hatred.

Just moments ago, he had already transferred Mr. Klein. If he guessed correctly, Klein was now in a vehicle; even if Ye Xiong turned the hotel upside down, he wouldn’t be able to find the person.

“Playing tricks under my watch, you’re still too green!”

Ye Xiong’s mouth twitched with a sneer of cold amusement, suddenly walked to the window on the third floor, and leaped out.

Screams broke out from the crowd; no one had expected Ye Xiong to suddenly jump from the building.

Luo Weiwei ran swiftly to the window and saw that after Ye Xiong had jumped, he lightly tapped the water pipe a few times with his hand before landing steadily on the ground. He then launched punches left and right, knocking down two guests who were about to leave with their travel bags and stepped firmly on the bags.

“Go down and check.”

Leading the way, Luo Weiwei and a group of people hurried down the stairs. They saw Ye Xiong nonchalantly sitting on the travel bag with his legs crossed, looking incredibly cool.

He Haodong had a dead grey expression, staring tightly at the suitcase under Ye Xiong’s buttocks, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

“Guess what I’m sitting on?” Ye Xiong asked with a smile.

“It’s not Mr. Klein, is it?” Du Yuehua asked in shock.

“Look, indeed worthy of being the proprietress of Mingyang International, truly sharp as ice and snow, beautiful and generous, super intelligent, and outstanding in talent, standing tall and elegant…”

“Stop your nonsense, open the suitcase quickly.”

Du Yuehua’s face turned red. This guy, giving out flattery in front of so many people, didn’t he feel irritable?

She had no idea that before she arrived, Ye Xiong had already been using her as a major advertisement, and now everyone wanted to see what the beautiful, wealthy widow, owner of the Mingyang International Hotel looked like. Upon seeing her now, they found she indeed stood out from the crowd.

“Ye Xiong, open the suitcase,” urged Luo Weiwei, anxiously.

Ye Xiong finally stood up and unzipped the suitcase, revealing a bruised and swollen man inside. Who else could it be but Mr. Klein?

Ye Xiong pressed a few spots on Klein’s head, and Klein slowly regained consciousness. Immediately upon waking, he started screaming, speaking in English, “I was wrong, I promise I won’t sign with Mingyang International, I’ve decided to sign with Fuhua Hotel.”

Ye Xiong quickly responded in English, “Mr. Klein, tell me, how were you captured and brought to Fuhua Hotel?”

Upon hearing this, Klein’s gaze shifted to several gang members nearby, hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, Ye Xiong let out a cold chuckle and then whispered incessantly to him. Apart from He Haodong and Du Yuehua, no one else understood what they were saying.

At that moment, Ye Xiong suddenly sprang into action, leaping into the crowd like a fierce tiger and grabbing two gang members who were trying to escape. He slapped them a few times and then slammed them onto the ground, saying to Luo Weiwei, “Officer Luo, these two are the culprits who kidnapped Mr. Klein. You should take them back for a good interrogation.”

Luo Weiwei was astounded; she could never have imagined that Ye Xiong’s English was so fluent, surpassing professional translators by several folds.

With such skill, why on earth was this guy working as a porter?

Du Yuehua was also stunned, her beautiful eyes roaming. Ye Xiong’s English was even better than hers—it was hard to imagine that such a rascal not only had culinary skills but also knew English so well. It was a mystery what kind of person he really was.

“Bring them all back to the police station for interrogation,” Luo Weiwei ordered immediately.

An hour later, the entire group had arrived at the police station. Under questioning by Luo Weiwei, the two gang members confessed to the kidnapping of Mr. Klein, but insisted they had done it on their own without anyone else’s orders.

They would rather go to prison themselves than betray He Haodong. To betray He Haodong would mean a fate even worse for them.

When leaving the police station, He Haodong and Ye Xiong met at the entrance.

“You want to mess with me, but unfortunately, you don’t have that chance,” He Haodong straightened his clothes, a cold sneer on his face.

“I can mess up your wedding, beat down your men like dogs, snatch the hotel you wanted, and just as easily crush you so you can never raise your head again,” Ye Xiong glared at him, a trace of coldness in his gaze. “I’m warning you, stop playing tricks on me, or your end will be no better than theirs.”

After speaking, Ye Xiong left He Haodong behind with a darkened face, taking Du Yuehua with him, and striding away.