My Wife, The Ice Queen President

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Ah!

A high-decibel shriek rang out, and Yang Xinyi quickly ran into the bathroom.

In the next room, Tang Ning was so startled by the sound that she leapt up from her bed, exclaiming in shock, “Brother-in-law is too amazing, to make my cousin scream like that. It seems what the books say is true, the icier the exterior, the kinkier they are on the inside. My cousin too, screaming like that, how’s anyone supposed to sleep?”

After speaking, she pressed her ears tightly shut.

Ye Xiong’s mouth gaped wide open, and it took him a long while to come back to his senses, murmuring, “So big, so white!”

What a pity that the glimpse was so fleeting; he couldn’t see everything clearly, some crucial parts were missed. But just that one glance had already sent him into raptures.

Thinking about it, what was she doing running into the bathroom? Wasn’t she going to have to come out naked just the same?

Indeed, women are brain-dead when scared.

“Honey, you can’t blame me, you were the one who told me to come in after half an hour. I didn’t come a step early or a step late, I just happened upon you. You can’t hold it against me, okay?”

To keep Yang Xinyi from blowing up, Ye Xiong hurried to explain.

Haven’t come a step early or a step late, who do you think you are, Eileen Chang?

Yang Xinyi, hiding inside the bathroom, locked the door tight, fearful that Ye Xiong, driven by animal instincts, would burst in.

She repeatedly cursed herself for being stupid. At such a critical moment, she could only blame her bad luck for forgetting to bring her pajamas and not keeping track of the time, allowing this guy to take such a big advantage of her.

All because that grease was too hard to wash off, making her lose track of time.

Anyway, she had been seen before; what’s the big deal if he saw her one more time.

Comforting herself with these thoughts, Yang Xinyi calmed down, opened a crack in the door, and called out, “Get out, lock the door from outside, and wait there. Without my command, you absolutely can’t come in, I command you alone.”

“At your command, wife.”

Ye Xiong stepped out, locked the door from the outside, and waited.

A moment later, Yang Xinyi called out, “You can come in now.”

Upon entering, Ye Xiong saw Yang Xinyi had changed into a pink one-piece nightgown, hiding her perfect figure. She was now sitting at the vanity table by the bed, applying a face mask.

“The blanket is in the wardrobe; fetch it yourself. And if you have any dirty ideas…” Yang Xinyi patted the sharp scissors on the table with a cold laugh, “You know what I mean.”

Ye Xiong’s legs clamped together instantly, obediently opened the wardrobe, took out the blanket, and spread it on the floor to sleep.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting tranquility on the floor like snow.

Yang Xinyi hugged the blanket, looking down at Ye Xiong sleeping soundly on the floor, twitching a faint smile on her lips before gently closing her eyes.

A tender night, an enchanting night.

The gloomy basement.

A figure wrapped in a black cloak stood in the darkness, emitting an aura that sent chills down the spine.

He seemed as if he had climbed out from a pile of corpses, devoid of any sign of life, except for the pair of luminous green eyes indicating this was a being unlike any known human. No trace of vitality could be seen on him.

In front of him stood a young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five, pale and as silent as a cicada in winter.

If Ye Xiong had been there, he would have certainly recognized the man as his archenemy, He Haodong.

The black-robed figure extended a gloved hand, with fingers long and thin, placing five one-centimeter-long needles on the table, and spoke indifferently, “Do it yourself.”

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He Haodong trembled as he held the five slender needles between his fingers, pushing them into his nails. The severe pain made his body spasm.

Even so, he clenched his teeth, refusing to make any sound, even if it meant breaking his teeth.

After all five needles were inserted into his nails, He Haodong collapsed on the ground as if drained, crying out in agony, “Thank you, Boss, for your mercy.”

“He Haodong, I sent a Gene Warrior to assist you with serious matters, yet you used him to poison and attempt to kill Luo Weiwei for your personal vendetta. Now we’ve lost another Gene Warrior. Do you know how much it costs the organization to cultivate one?” the Black-Robed Person rasped angrily.

“Boss, sending Yan Li to poison her was only to draw out Luo Weiwei, to blow her up because she has been doggedly after us. I’m worried that someday she’ll trace it back to me,” He Haodong explained.

“Bullshit, you did it to kill Ye Xiong, to avenge the matter of your wife being taken; do you think I’m unaware?” the Black-Robed Person roared angrily.

“Boss, I really had no selfish intentions.”

“This is just a lesson. If anything like this happens again, the punishment won’t be so simple,” the Black-Robed Person warned angrily.

“Boss, Ye Xiong has killed our people, are we just going to let that go?” He Haodong asked unwillingly.

“Of course we can’t let it go; whoever kills our people must pay a price,” the Black-Robed Person snorted coldly, his eerie green eyes glaring as he spoke, “But not everything has to be settled by our own hands; one must learn to leverage other forces.”

“Ye Xiong is very strong, even Yan Li is no match for him. Even if we send assassins, it’s not certain they can kill him.”

“It’s not always necessary to kill someone to deal with matters. Controlling someone without killing them, that is the highest realm for those with grand ambitions!”

“Please enlighten me, Boss.”

“Ye Xiong has a friend named Wang Tong, and this is his Achilles’ heel. Wang Tong has a sister…”

After hearing this, He Haodong’s eyes lit up.

Wang Shu had been having a spell of bad luck. Ever since she was fired by Yang Xinyi, she had been continuously rejected in the final round of interviews after half a month’s search.

What puzzled her was that she made a good impression during the first interviews, even going so far as to flirt with a man in his forties in his office to pique his desire.

She had thought the job was hers, only to receive a call from the man the next day saying she didn’t meet the requirements.

“Doesn’t meet the requirements, my ass. During the interview, he almost touched me all over, and now this.”

Wang Shu felt she had hit rock bottom, utterly disheartened. Her hatred for Ye Xiong was like a surging river, endless and convoluted.

Had it not been for a phone call from Ye Xiong instructing Yang Xinyi to fire her, she would still be in her high heels, impeccably dressed, and comfortably lying in her office collecting a sizeable monthly salary.

“Ye Xiong, I must avenge this wrong,” Wang Shu swore through clenched teeth.

After a tiring day, Wang Shu got off the bus and walked toward her rented apartment.

No sooner had she walked halfway than a young punk with dyed red hair blocked her way.

The punk appeared drunk, his face reeking of alcohol. Seeing Wang Shu dressed so provocatively, a lewd expression crossed his face, and he chuckled, “Miss, how much for one night?”

“You’ve got the wrong person; I’m not that kind of woman,” Wang Shu retorted, trying to escape apprehensively.

But before she knew it, the punk stepped in her way, blocking her path with a lecherous laugh, “Dressed like that, if you’re not a lady of the night, what are you? Do you think I don’t have money? Fuck, let me tell you, I’m short of everything except cash.”

“Back off, or I’ll call the cops,” Wang Shu said in a panic.

“Call the cops? I’ll have you right now, and we’ll see how you call the police,” he said.

The punk dragged Wang Shu by both arm and waist, pulling her into an alleyway.