My Wife, The Ice Queen President

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“Brother Xiong, is it really okay to pick up girls? Isn’t that bad?”

Wang Tong sat in the car, still feeling uneasy. His eyes darted around as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Ye Xiong didn’t say a word and took a document from the dashboard, tossing it over.

Wang Tong caught it and looked it over. A moment later, his face showed excitement.

In his hands was a real estate purchase contract for a four-story house in Yang Xinyi’s Future New City, totaling over a million in value.

What shocked Wang Tong the most was that the buyer’s name on the contract was his own, along with his ID number. Recalling a few hours earlier when Ye Xiong asked for his ID number, he suddenly understood everything.

A rush of emotion welled up from his heart, and Wang Tong couldn’t help but have moist eyes.

“Brother Xiong, how is this okay?”

“Didn’t I promise Aunt Wang I would take good care of you, and then move her out to the city to live?” Ye Xiong said.

“But this is not a small amount of money; we’re talking millions here.”

“Does your Brother Xiong look like someone short of money?” Ye Xiong patted his car and bragged, “Do you know how much this car costs? Over eight million. Do you know who my wife is? Yang Xinyi, with family assets worth tens of billions. Now that the Mingyang International Hotel has started turning a profit, in a little while, I could earn a hundred and a few tens of millions a month—do I look like someone who lacks money?”

“But still…”

“Want it or not? If not, I’ll just give it to some college girls as a gift when I go to Jiangnan University to pick up chicks later.”

Wang Tong wiped the corner of his eyes and smiled, “Brother Xiong, you’re really great.”

“We’re brothers for life, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Ye Xiong patted his shoulder.

The car drove on the highway and, after a while, entered a muddy area. Wang Tong recognized this road—it was the familiar road home, wasn’t it?

“Brother Xiong, I thought you were going to pick up girls?” Wang Tong asked curiously.

“Is your Brother Xiong that kind of person? I already have one at home and one in the company; I’m already overwhelmed. Going after more girls? If I run out of supplies, that would be a dead end,” Ye Xiong said, laughing.

“Brother Xiong, you’re too awesome,” Wang Tong gave a thumbs-up and chuckled, “Xiao Mei told me you and President Du were doing business…”

“What’s the big deal? It’s not the first or second time.”

“Brother Xiong, aren’t you afraid of getting caught by doing it in the office? Wouldn’t it be better to find a place?”

“What do you know? Doing it in the office is completely different from doing it at home or in a hotel. If you don’t believe me, try it with Xiao Mei. By the way, Xiao Mei also has a private office; you can try it there.”

“I’m nowhere near as bold as you,” Wang Tong said awkwardly.

During their casual conversation, they soon arrived at the old home.

Wang Tong had already figured out the probable reason for Ye Xiong’s visit—most likely to pick up his mother.

“Later, tell Aunt Wang to pack up quickly. Just bring the essentials, forget about the rest; we can buy new stuff outside,” Ye Xiong instructed.

“Understood, Brother Xiong’s time is precious now.”

They parked the car at the road entrance and walked into the village. Just as they were about to enter the house, suddenly a figure emerged, carrying a yoke with water buckets.

“Sis, what are you doing here?”

Seeing the figure before him, Wang Tong could hardly believe his own eyes.

There stood Wang Shu, dressed in a rough cloth shirt, with disheveled hair and a face covered in dust—far from the sexy, arrogant, materialistic sister he had known.

“Little brother, you’re back?” When Wang Shu saw Wang Tong, she felt incredibly embarrassed.

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He glanced at Ye Xiong inadvertently, his eyes flashing a trace of chill for a fleeting moment.

“Sis, how could you… end up like this?” Wang Tong was a bit incredulous.

“Ever since I got fired last time, I had a fallout with Yang Bin. Later, he found me and asked me to be his mistress. But I saw through his true colors and firmly broke up with him. I didn’t expect him to be such a pervert, clinging on to me persistently. During this time, I’ve been job hunting every day. I found a few jobs, but just two days into them, he sabotaged them all. Soon, no company dared to hire me, and I ran out of money, so I had no choice but to go back home.”

After Wang Shu finished speaking, she lowered her head, her face showing a pitiable look.

“Yang Bin, that bastard, I knew he was no good the first moment I saw him,” Wang Tong said through gritted teeth, angrily saying, “Sis, now that you know his true nature, it’s not too late to turn back.”

“Little brother, I’m sorry, I forgot my roots,” Wang Shu said, and tears fell as she looked at Ye Xiong, “Ye Xiong, I’m sorry to you, it was my fault at the beginning.”

“Sis, if it weren’t for you driving us out of Future New City, I would still be a cement worker now, how could I be as glorious as I am today?” Wang Tong laughed.

“Little brother, have you struck it rich? You are dressed so smartly,” Wang Shu asked curiously.

Wang Tong then told her about his job as the lobby manager at Mingyang International Hotel and even mentioned his monthly salary of thirty thousand, which excited Wang Shu immensely, even a regretful expression appearing on her face.

When Wang Tong told Wang Shu that all this was brought to him by Ye Xiong, and he revealed to her that Ye Xiong was Yang Xinyi’s husband, Wang Shu could no longer contain her exclamation.

She could never have imagined that Ye Xiong would hold such a status.

Ye Xiong stood by, silent, just scrutinizing Wang Shu. His serpent-like gaze made Wang Shu feel extremely uneasy.

“By the way, where’s Mom?” Wang Tong asked.

“Mom went to water the vegetables, I’ll go find her,” Wang Shu said, and hurried off.

After she left, Wang Tong looked at Ye Xiong, hesitating to speak.

“Are you wondering whether to take Wang Shu with us?” Ye Xiong asked.

“Brother Xiong, although my sister offended you, you also saw that she has received her just deserts, falling to this low,” Wang Tong said. “If I take Mom back and don’t help her, she won’t even have a place to live.”

Ye Xiong smiled and said, “The house is yours. It’s up to you whether to take her with us or not.”

“Thank you, Brother Xiong.”

Aunt Wang came back from the fields and, after listening to Wang Shu’s explanation, was extremely agitated.

“Ye Xiong, I knew you were no ordinary person; Aunt Wang wasn’t wrong, was she?” Aunt Wang said excitedly.

“Alright Aunt Wang, pack your things. Don’t bother moving anything unnecessary, Wang Tong has prepared everything,” Ye Xiong said.

The group made their way to the car, and when Wang Shu saw Ye Xiong’s ride, her expression became visibly moved again.

If at the beginning she had a sliver of doubt concerning Wang Tong’s words, now she was thoroughly convinced.

Having once been an employee of Xinyi Group, she was all too familiar with Yang Xinyi’s Porsche, remembering even the license plate number distinctly. If someone wasn’t close to her, Yang Xinyi would never lend her car to them.

“How much does this car cost?” Aunt Wang asked, looking at the sports car’s peculiar shape.

“Over eight million,” Wang Tong replied.

Aunt Wang nearly lost her footing upon hearing this.

“Little Tong, maybe we should just hail a motorcycle to take us out. If we damage this car, what would we do?” Aunt Wang said worriedly.

“Don’t listen to Little Tong spouting nonsense. This car, it’s worth merely about a hundred thousand,” Ye Xiong quickly explained.

“Little Tong doesn’t understand, don’t talk nonsense,” Aunt Wang, relieved, scolded seriously, “The van from Old Wang’s family next door, which fits about a dozen people, costs only fifty or sixty thousand. This car of yours, squeezing five people in like this, how much can it be worth?”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s face suddenly became streaked with dark lines.