My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“Who’s the bastard that hit me?” an angry voice came.

Xiao Fangfang clutched her head, cursing foully.

When she looked up and saw Ye Xiong, the anger in her eyes turned to violence. She picked up a book from the ground and threw it hard at Ye Xiong.

“Oh my god, why is everyone crazier than the next? Has menopause come early or what?”

Ye Xiong ducked again, and the book slammed into the wall, its cover peeling off when it fell.

“Bastard, dare to hit me!”

Xiao Fangfang looked around for more weapons, to which Ye Xiong roared, “Crazy woman, it wasn’t me who hit you, what do you want exactly?”

“If it wasn’t you, was it Yang Xinyi then?”

Xiao Fangfang and Yang Xinyi had been friends since childhood. She knew Yang Xinyi’s character well: though aloof, she was always refined and had never been one to resort to physical altercation, let alone throw a book at someone. It had to be that Ye Xiong’s doing.

“Sorry, Fangfang, it was an accident,” Yang Xinyi suddenly said.

“Hear that, crazy woman?” Ye Xiong snorted.

“It’s all this jerk’s fault, he made me angry. I wanted to hit him but hit you instead,” Yang Xinyi explained.

“What is this guy doing here?” Xiao Fangfang asked in surprise.

Though she hadn’t known Ye Xiong for very long, every encounter with him had been unpleasant, especially that time at Yang Xinyi’s wedding, when this guy had managed to cop a few feels at the hotel. She had a very strong impression of him.

“My wife got sick, so I came to see her. Isn’t that normal?” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

“Who’s your wife?” Xiao Fangfang asked, startled.

Ye Xiong pointed at Yang Xinyi, who was lying in bed: “Well, there she is.”

“Xinyi is your wife?” Xiao Fangfang paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on Yang Xinyi and her face showing disbelief.

Yang Xinyi recounted the whole story, saying she had married Ye Xiong as a “Shield Plate.”

“Xinyi, if you’re going to hire someone, at least hire someone presentable. Isn’t it embarrassing to be seen with someone like him?” Xiao Fangfang said this, but the disappointment in her eyes didn’t escape Ye Xiong’s notice.

“I know you’re jealous,” Ye Xiong said with a smirk, walking up to Xiao Fangfang. “My wife and I have an agreement. When she needs to, she can go out and find a man, and when I need to, I can go out and find some wild fun. Beauty, fancy a date tonight?”

“Date your sister, the women who fancy you must be blind!” Xiao Fangfang said, her face red with anger.

“Fangfang, don’t stoop to his level,” Yang Xinyi, seeing the two bickering and feeling quite annoyed, said, “Ye Xiong, go help me with the discharge procedures. Fangfang, could you please give me a ride home?”

Ye Xiong stretched out his hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger together.

“You front the costs for now, and we can settle up later,” Yang Xinyi said.

After Ye Xiong had paid the bill, he drove Yang Xinyi home, with Xiao Fangfang following behind.

The bickering between the two persisted the whole ride, and even though Yang Xinyi intervened several times, they soon resumed their verbal jousts. This led Yang Xinyi to simply put in earplugs and enjoy some peace and quiet.

“By the way, wife, the nightgown I helped you take off last night is still on the bed, remember to wash it,” Ye Xiong said as soon as he got home, reminding her.

Yang Xinyi’s face turned dark immediately. It was the most embarrassing thing in her life, and she had repeatedly warned Ye Xiong not to tell anyone. Yet, he mentioned it in front of Xiao Fangfang, which made her feel a murderous rage.

“You’d better change the sheets too. You sweated through them last night because of your fever; you sure had a lot of ‘water.’” Ye Xiong continued.

Getting undressed, feeling restless, the bed soaked through—with phrases like these, one’s thoughts couldn’t help but run wild.

Such a fierce battle it must have been!

“Xinyi, didn’t you say you were in a fake marriage with him? How come you’ve ended up in bed together?” Xiao Fangfang asked, puzzled.

“I had a fever last night and was sweating all over. That’s what he’s talking about,” Yang Xinyi quickly explained, shooting Ye Xiong a glance as she scolded, “Can’t you speak without being so shameless?”

“He really is shameless,” Xiao Fangfang rolled her eyes at Ye Xiong, too lazy to deal with him any further.

Since Auntie Zhang was away with things to do, there was no one to help cook at the villa lately. The food poisoning Yang Xinyi suffered last night was due to her own haphazard attempt at cooking something that wasn’t thoroughly done. This time, she sent Ye Xiong out to fetch food.

Ye Xiong drove around but didn’t bring back any takeout. Instead, he came back with a bunch of groceries and started tinkering in the kitchen.

“Xinyi, does this guy even know how to cook?” Xiao Fangfang asked worriedly.

Yang Xinyi shook her head; she didn’t know if Ye Xiong could cook. Their relationship was only slightly better than that of strangers; aside from that, she knew next to nothing about him.

When Ye Xiong laid out a table full of dishes, both women were dumbstruck.

Could it be that he was a chef in disguise? The vegetables were cut so uniformly; even a head chef at a hotel wouldn’t come close to his knife skills.

Upon trying the dishes, they were even more astonished; the deliciousness was unstoppable.

“Alright, let’s start eating!”

Ye Xiong placed the last dish in front of himself, rubbed his hands together with a look of contentment. “You two can eat whatever else, but this dish is mine alone.”

“Why should it be yours exclusively? Hand it over,” Xiao Fangfang commanded loudly.

Ye Xiong couldn’t be bothered with her; this dish had taken him a lot of effort to make, and with the limited amount of meat it contained, there was hardly enough for him alone.

Xiao Fangfang stood up, grabbed the dish from in front of him and placed it before herself, taking a bite.

“Soft yet crisp, silky smooth upon entry—this is just so delicious.” Xiao Fangfang praised as she ate, shooting Ye Xiong a look as she scolded, “You selfish ghost, hogging such tasty food all to yourself! Are you even a man?”

Seeing Xiao Fangfang’s blissful expression, Yang Xinyi couldn’t help but try a piece of meat herself. One bite, and it was indeed delectable; she had never tasted meat like this before.

The food disappeared like clouds after a storm, leaving the table of seven or eight dishes clean until they were full and finally stopped.

“That’s it, I finally lost some weight, but now I’m sure to gain a few pounds again,” Xiao Fangfang patted her stomach and shot Ye Xiong a glance, scolding, “It’s all your fault, cooking such delicious food. It’s a crime.”

“I’m just trying to help my wife recover; you weren’t included in the equation,” Ye Xiong retorted.

“By the way, that dish you wanted to keep to yourself, what was it? I want to buy some next time and try making it,” Xiao Fangfang asked.

“Beef,” Ye Xiong replied.

“Does beef have that kind of thing?” Xiao Fangfang was a bit surprised, as she herself was quite fond of beef, but she had never tasted beef like this.

“Was it beef or some internal organ of the cow?”

“What counts as meat, and what counts as an organ?”

“You don’t even know the answer to such a silly question? What’s inside the body is an organ, whereas the exterior is meat,” Xiao Fangfang explained.

“This thing, sometimes it’s inside the body, sometimes it’s outside, so I don’t even know whether to call it meat or an organ,” Ye Xiong chuckled, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes.