My Wife, The Ice Queen President

What is this attitude?

He hadn’t even settled the account of making her eat cow penis last night; the extortion of eighty thousand yuan from his cousin hadn’t been dealt with; making her wait here for a whole hour hadn’t been settled, and yet he had the nerve to act cocky.

This kind of attitude made Yang Xinyi even more annoyed.

“My aunt came to Jiangnan today and specifically requested that the two of us dine with her, and my uncle will also be here tonight. These two are big shots, so I hope you play your part well in this act,” Yang Xinyi said coldly.

“The time, the place.”

“Fenghua Grand Hotel, arrive on time at seven o’clock. Come back home at half-past five and then go with me, so they won’t become suspicious,” Yang Xinyi reminded.

“Anything else? If not, I’ll be leaving,” Ye Xiong said as he stood up.

He had to explain things properly to Du Yuehua, otherwise, she might be upset for quite a while.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a figure appeared in front of him. Who could it be if not Du Yuehua?

After much consideration in her room, Du Yuehua decided it was best to see Ye Xiong’s wife. By doing this, she’d show that she was not feeling guilty and she was also ready to prove to Ye Xiong that their relationship was merely that of ordinary friends, and she wouldn’t interfere in his marriage anymore.

“Sister Hua, what are you doing here?” asked Ye Xiong, surprised.

“Why can’t I be here?” Du Yuehua gave him a cold look and turned her gaze to Yang Xinyi’s face. Instantly, she was completely shocked.

Yang Xinyi, how could it be?

In the business world of Jiangnan City, there were hardly any who did not recognize Yang Xinyi as a business prodigy. Her looks, knowledge, character, and wisdom were one in a million. She had been named one of the top ten outstanding youths of Jiangnan City for several years in a row, and even one of the provincial top ten outstanding youths.

Although Du Yuehua considered herself to be excellent, she felt she was still a notch below when compared to Yang Xinyi.

In several individual business rankings, Du Yuehua had lost to Yang Xinyi, thus she had a deep impression of her. However, she was truly convinced, knowing that a strong woman like Yang Xinyi was one of a kind in the entire Jiangnan City.

Until now, Du Yuehua had always thought that Ye Xiong’s wife would at best be a minor wealthy woman, far different from herself. She never imagined that it would actually be Yang Xinyi.

Initially, she harbored a glimmer of hope, but upon seeing Yang Xinyi, it turned into disappointment.

She couldn’t match her beauty, nor did she have as much money, and she had even been married before. What made her think she could compete with her?

Suddenly overwhelmed by various emotions, she stood frozen on the spot, forgetting to greet.

“President Du, hello, we meet again,” greeted Yang Xinyi softly.

“I never expected that Ye Xiong’s wife would be President Yang. This is truly surprising,” Du Yuehua said with a hint of bitterness in her smile.

“President Du is too kind,” Yang Xinyi, seeing her demeanor, guessed that there was more to her relationship with Ye Xiong. After a moment of silence, she said, “There’s something I want to clarify with President Du and I hope you can keep this secret. Actually, Ye Xiong and I have a fake marriage, only to deal with my father’s pressure for me to marry He Haodong. We have an agreement, so we’re not truly husband and wife.”

“Really?” Du Yuehua was overjoyed, then realized she might be too exuberant and quickly explained, “I just didn’t expect that you had this kind of relationship. I apologize for being a bit impolite.”

After saying that, she shot Ye Xiong a look that clearly blamed him for not telling her earlier, causing her to suffer for nothing.

Yang Xinyi, who had seen all kinds of people, had already figured out from a few interactions that Du Yuehua must have feelings for Ye Xiong and was somewhat surprised.

Du Yuehua, this woman, she was quite familiar with, although she was divorced, she had always kept herself respectable and was both courageous and responsible. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to singlehandedly fend off He Haodong and keep the hotel going for half a year.

As far as she knew, Du Yuehua’s net worth was at least ten billion, and now who knows how many men, like carps crossing the river, want to win her affection. To get her would be like finding a treasure, and she never expected Ye Xiong, this guy, to actually be favored by her.

Yang Xinyi felt extremely surprised, it seemed her fake husband wasn’t completely useless after all.

“I was just about to explain to you,” Ye Xiong chuckled, then said, “Sister Hua, it’s getting late, we should be going.”

“Alright then, you two go ahead,” Du Yuehua nodded.

Back in Yang Xinyi’s Porsche, Ye Xiong’s mood had improved a lot.

He hadn’t expected Yang Xinyi to take the initiative to explain their relationship to Du Yuehua, dispelling Du Yuehua’s misunderstanding about him. Just this fact alone made him see Yang Xinyi in a new light.

“Wife, thanks just now,” Ye Xiong chuckled and continued, “Don’t worry, I will definitely act well later, I’ll grab an Oscar for Best Actor.”

“Mhm,” Yang Xinyi nodded, her face as indifferent as ever.

“Du Yuehua is a good woman, if you like her, treat her well. To gain her favor is your good fortune,” Yang Xinyi suddenly said.

“Between Sister Hua and me, we’re just friends and colleagues, it’s not as complicated as you think,” Ye Xiong explained.

“I’m not Tang Ning, I’m not that easy to deceive. Du Yuehua’s gaze can’t fool me,” Yang Xinyi said with irritation.

“Wife, are you jealous?”

“Jealous of you? That’s laughable,” Yang Xinyi snorted, it was a ridiculous idea.

“Wife, I think you’ve contracted a very serious illness,” Ye Xiong’s face suddenly turned very serious. “In the Western psychology, there is a condition called ‘anesthesia of love.’ Listen carefully, it’s anesthesia of love, not impotence. You should look it up when you have time.”

“You’re the one with anesthesia of love,” Yang Xinyi glared at him and retorted.

“A passionate man like me can only have an excess of love,” Ye Xiong turned to glance at her and smiled, “With you being young and beautiful, knowledgeable and skilled, extremely wealthy, how many men are worthy of you? Plus, your clean-freak tendencies make it normal for you to suffer from anesthesia of love.”

“You’re the one with clean-freak tendencies,” Yang Xinyi glared at him. This guy was talking more and more nonsense.

“If I didn’t have clean-freak tendencies, would you vomit wildly just from a bit of my saliva, or retch tumultuously from eating two pieces of bull penis…”

As he spoke, Yang Xinyi felt her stomach churn again. This guy knew she hated the topic, yet he brought it up deliberately. Was he looking for trouble?

“Wife, I’m actually doing all this for your own good. Last time you drank my saliva, you vomited for half an hour, but last night, after eating bull penis, you only vomited for about ten minutes. What does this tell us? It shows you’re getting used to it. Being a clean-freak is an illness that needs to be cured, and I’m doing this all for you. If one day you find a man you like and you get all lovey-dovey, you won’t vomit a flood when he kisses you,”

“Accept a kiss and then what, you’d be ready for the next step, the ‘pap pap’, wouldn’t you?” continued Ye Xiong fluently.

“I’m seriously warning you, I don’t have clean-freak tendencies,” Yang Xinyi felt she might go insane if she listened any longer.

“You’re avoiding the diagnosis. If you insist you’re not ill, kiss me once, and if you don’t vomit, that will prove you’re healthy…”

Yang Xinyi: “…”