My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“Get lost!”

Yang Xinyi’s face turned beet red, making her look even more delicate and charming. Her look of indignant shyness stirred a surge of impulse within Ye Xiong.

If only he could steal a kiss, how wonderful that would be!

When he got home, his younger auntie pulled Ye Xiong aside for a chat, and his eloquence made Yang Yueru laugh cheerfully until ten o’clock, before she reluctantly went to take a shower.

It wasn’t until the living room was left with only Ye Xiong that a figure stealthily approached and sat next to him. A pair of big eyes gazed at Ye Xiong, a hint of a mischievous smile revealed in her expression.

“Should I call you cousin-in-law, or should I call you the little pretty face that Du Yuehua keeps?” Tang Ning’s eyes swept over him with a hint of cunning.

“Little aunt-in-law, what do you mean by that?” Ye Xiong asked, smiling at her.

This Tang Ning, although she had been quiet and seemed well-behaved all night, it was only a facade. In truth, she was scheming the whole evening, her eyes darting around, no doubt plotting some sort of revenge.

Having been extorted of eighty thousand yuan, she surely felt resentful and was thinking of a way to retaliate.

“Don’t think I don’t know that the marriage between you and my cousin isn’t real. In fact, you’re just a little pretty face kept by Du Yuehua,” Tang Ning said triumphantly, glaring at Ye Xiong. “If you don’t want others to know, you’d better hand over the eighty thousand you swindled from me.”

“Who said my marriage with your cousin is a sham?” Ye Xiong asked curiously.

“I sneaked into my cousin’s room, and there’s not a single thing of yours in there, which shows that you’ve never slept together. If you were really married, how could you not share a bed? Also, today I heard at Mingyang International that your relationship with the boss is not simple, clearly, she’s keeping you as her pretty boy. Now you don’t have anything to say, right?”

Tang Ning was quite pleased with herself, looking as if she had Ye Xiong completely figured out.

Ye Xiong shook his head and sighed, “I guess you’ve never had a boyfriend, right?”

“Who said I don’t have a boyfriend? I’ll have you know, the boys that chase after me could line up from the front gate to the back gate of the school,” Tang Ning quickly explained.

“Wow, that’s a lot. Can you handle them all?” Ye Xiong asked, eyes wide with surprise.

“Shameless.” Tang Ning was furious.

“But you said it yourself, boyfriends from the front gate to the back gate.”

“What I meant was, the boys chasing me could line up from the front gate to the back gate,” Tang Ning quickly corrected herself.

“So, that means you’ve never actually had a boyfriend. Lots of chasers doesn’t mean you have one,” Ye Xiong laughed.

“Who said…” Tang Ning began to retort, but suddenly her eyes rolled deviously. “It doesn’t matter whether I have a boyfriend or not. I’ve put my word out here; if you don’t give me the money, I’ll tell my grand-uncle, I’ll tell my mom, and I’ll say you and my cousin are just putting on a show for them.”

“Go ahead and tell them!” Ye Xiong waved his hand indifferently.

“I really will say it,” Tang Ning stood up, pretending to leave.

“Even if you do, it’ll be in vain because they simply won’t believe you,” Ye Xiong said, crossing his legs. “They say you’ve never been in love and know nothing about it. Do you understand that nowadays, relationships between men and women have expiration dates?”

“What expiration dates?” Tang Ning asked with a curious face.

“Wasn’t there a love guru named Tu… something?” Ye Xiong looked thoughtful.

“Tu Luo?”

“That’s right, Tu Luo. He once said that everything has an expiration date, including love. True love’s expiration date is from 18 to 30 months, so when dating, getting married within that time is the best. Otherwise, it’s easy for the relationship to break down after too long,” Ye Xiong explained earnestly.

“What does that have to do with you sleeping in separate rooms?” Tang Ning asked, blinking her lively big eyes.

“What I’m saying is, that thing between men and women also has an expiration date,” Ye Xiong coughed and said.

“Which thing?” Tang Ning leaned in, asking curiously.

At her age, just about to enter her final year of high school, she was immensely curious about love, and Ye Xiong’s words effortlessly piqued her interest.

Ye Xiong didn’t speak; his left thumb and forefinger formed a circle, and then he made a gesture.

Tang Ning immediately understood, her face flushed red all the way to the base of her neck.

Even if she was obtuse, she understood the vile hand sign.

From her expression, Ye Xiong deduced that this girl must surely be a virgin.

“Brother-in-law, you’re terrible,” Tang Ning scolded.

Ye Xiong chuckled wickedly, like a big bad wolf luring a little white rabbit into a trap.

“I won’t talk to you anymore, I’m going to sleep!” Ye Xiong said grandly, waving a hand as if he were very decent.

“Who said I’m a kid.” Tang Ning stood tall. “I’m already eighteen, I’m an adult.”

Ye Xiong paid her no mind and sat aside, playing with his phone; he guessed that Tang Ning wouldn’t be able to resist asking.

Sure enough, after Tang Ning was silent for a moment, she finally couldn’t help but ask, “Brother-in-law, what you mentioned, does it really have a shelf life?”

“Which one?” Ye Xiong pretended not to know.

“The… the gesture you just made,” Tang Ning said, her neck blushing with embarrassment.

“Of course it has, otherwise why would I sleep in separate beds from your cousin,” Ye Xiong replied.

“So, what’s the shelf life?”

“It depends on the frequency.”

“What frequency?”

“If it’s frequent, just two or three years, less often, it can be four or five years.”

“How many times a week is normal?” asked Tang Ning weakly.

“Come here!” Ye Xiong beckoned her with his hand, saying, “This question is sensitive, I’ll tell you quietly.”

Tang Ning was full of curiosity at the moment and hurried over.

“Closer,” Ye Xiong called.

Tang Ning bent down a little; after all, such a topic was too embarrassing to be overheard.

“Even closer,” Ye Xiong swallowed.

Tang Ning lowered her head further, and as she bent over, her neckline was completely exposed.

Ye Xiong’s eyes locked on, as if he had turned to stone.

A trickle of blood flowed from his nose, down to his mouth, and he was completely unaware.

Tang Ning leaned close for a while and noticed Ye Xiong hadn’t spoken, so she looked up.

She saw him staring intently at her neckline.

“Pervert, freak!”

Slap!

A fierce slap landed on Ye Xiong’s face; Tang Ning’s face flushed red with shame as she stormed upstairs.

“I’m telling my cousin about you, you sick pervert.” Tang Ning’s voice faded into the distance.

Ye Xiong wiped the blood from his nose, and after a while, he spat out two words: Really high!