My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“Let me go, or I’ll call the police!” Wang Shu screamed.

Suddenly feeling a chill on her face, a dagger pressed against her cheek, the hoodlum said viciously, “Scream again, and I’ll slash your face. I’d like to see who’d want you then.”

Wang Shu was too frightened to move and let the hoodlum drag her into the darkness.

Moments later, the sound of tearing clothes could be heard.

A tear rolled down from her eyes, as Wang Shu felt her world collapsing.

Although she had been ruthless in her climb to the top, involving herself with several men, all of them were men of status and were clean. The man on top of her now, reeking of alcohol and filth, made her feel nauseated.

What worried her most was that she had no idea if this guy was diseased. A forced encounter was minor, but contracting an incurable disease would ruin her life.

The hoodlum tore off Wang Shu’s clothes and pinned her down. Seeing her obedient, he put the knife on the ground and started to remove his pants.

Just as Wang Shu was about to resign herself to fate, she saw the knife on the ground. Noticing that the hoodlum was off guard, she suddenly grabbed the knife and stabbed fiercely.

It wasn’t until the hoodlum lay in a pool of blood that Wang Shu, shocked, dropped the knife and crouched on the ground, trembling.

“I’ve killed someone, what should I do?” Wang Shu was terrified, her speech incoherent.

Trembling, she took out her phone to call the police, when suddenly a figure approached, calling out, “Wang Shu, is that you?”

Turning around, Wang Shu saw a former classmate standing before her.

This classmate, Zhao Jun, had pursued Wang Shu fiercely in high school, but at that time, she had no interest in him because his family was poor. Later, at a class reunion, she saw that Zhao Jun was doing quite well and was even a renowned lawyer, which made her regret her past disinterest.

“Zhao Jun, I’ve killed someone,” Wang Shu said, collapsing into sobs.

“What, you killed someone?” Zhao Jun was startled. He came over to see for himself and asked, “What on earth happened?”

Wang Shu recounted the whole incident, frantic with anxiety.

“What should I do, what do I do now?”

“Wang Shu, listen to me, you can’t call the police,” Zhao Jun grabbed her phone and said seriously.

“He tried to rape me, it was self-defense,” Wang Shu argued.

“Trust me, I study law. You could have just stabbed him once and run away, but because you killed him, they might convict you for excessive self-defense.”

“Then what do I do? I can’t go to jail, absolutely not,” Wang Shu said, grabbing Zhao Jun’s hand agitatedly.

“There is one way, but I don’t know if you have the guts to do it,” Zhao Jun’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

“What way?”

Zhao Jun whispered in Wang Shu’s ear. After hearing it, she shook her head desperately, “No, absolutely not. If it’s discovered, I’m dead for sure.”

“As long as it’s done covertly, it will never be discovered,” Zhao Jun suddenly grabbed Wang Shu’s hand, his voice filled with excitement, “Wang Shu, all these years, I’ve dreamt of being with you, even if it means going to Hell. Although you’ve made a mistake this time, I’m willing to stand by you. Trust me, nothing will go wrong.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Shu nodded firmly.

At night, in the outskirts of the forest, a car was parked there.

“Xinyi, wait here for me; I’ll go bury the body,” Zhao Jun said.

“Zhao Jun, thank you,” Wang Shu said, moved.

“For you, any sacrifice is worth it, even if it leads to Hell,” Zhao Jun replied, then he lifted the body from the car and headed up the mountain.

Halfway up, out of sight, the body on Zhao Jun’s neck suddenly moved.

“Alright, that woman can’t see us now.”

The thug slid off Zhao Jun’s back, pulled a blood bag from his body, and tossed it on the ground, laughing, “Bro, your technique for picking up chicks is freaking genius, man. I’m totally outclassed. This babe is gonna be tightly tied to you from now on.”

“Cut the crap, watch your mouth,” Zhao Jun said coldly.

“Relax, my lips are sealed as long as there’s money involved.” The thug rubbed his fingers together and said, “Can I have the rest of my acting fee now?”

Zhao Jun pulled out his wallet, drew out a dozen hundred-yuan bills, and passed them over, accidentally dropping one on the ground.

The thug bent down to pick it up, and just as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

A dagger mercilessly stabbed into his heart.

“Dead men tell no tales,” Zhao Jun said as he pushed him to the ground, a devilish cold smile on his face.

Afterward, Zhao Jun buried the thug, cleaned up, and then took out his phone to make a call.

“Young Master Dong, everything’s been taken care of.”

“Zhao Jun, nurture this chess piece well. I’ll let you know when it’s time to use it,” He Haodong said.

“Understood, Young Master Dong.”

After hanging up, Zhao Jun returned to the car.

At that moment, Wang Shu sat in the car trembling like a frightened kitten.

Seeing this, Zhao Jun took her into his arms and then kissed her.

Wang Shu initially resisted, but she quickly melted in Zhao Jun’s embrace. In a moment, the entire car shook, filled with the low growls of a man and a woman…

Morning sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating the room.

Ye Xiong rubbed his eyes and yawned as he got up.

Inside the bathroom, Yang Xinyi had already changed her clothes and was brushing her teeth. Her perky buttocks looked particularly alluring.

“Wife, that move of yours, so enchanting,” Ye Xiong complimented.

Yang Xinyi rolled her eyes at him and said, “Are you coming to the company with me today?”

“I’ve got work to do. Why should I go to your company?” Ye Xiong asked, puzzled.

“I’ve arranged a position for you at the company.”

Ye Xiong’s eyes brightened, and his mood soared; it seemed his wife was gearing up to bring him on board permanently.

“Considering the small talent you’ve demonstrated at Mingyang International Hotel, I thought I’d let you take a position in our group,” Yang Xinyi said straightforwardly.

“Small talent? It’s significant talent, okay. And by the way, my salary is pretty high, not just anyone can afford me,” Ye Xiong declared, head held high.

“Hurry up, I’m waiting for you downstairs,” Yang Xinyi said after washing her face and stepping out of the room.

Ye Xiong went to his own room to wash and change clothes. After coming downstairs, Tang Ning’s busty cousin hadn’t even woken up yet.

After having a quick breakfast, Ye Xiong followed Yang Xinyi to the car shed.

In the garage, a black Porsche sports car sat quietly, like a sleeping lion, looking very imposing.

This car, worth around eight million, was Yang Xinyi’s ride.

Yang Xinyi rarely drove this car on regular days, usually opting for a van worth a few hundred thousand. Only on special occasions, when she needed to flaunt a little, would she drive this car out.

Beyond the Porsche, a red Mercedes sedan was parked in the garage—the same one that Ye Xiong had targeted for a scam on Tang Ning, valued at around three million.

Ye Xiong glanced at the two cars worth millions, and then at his own Jetta, which wasn’t worth a few tens of thousands, feeling the urge to never drive that beater again for the rest of his life.