My Wife, The Ice Queen President

What does knowing my name change? In the organization, I always use a codename; you can’t find anything about me.

Thinking this, Angel felt reassured.

“My name is Angel.”

“Angel, that’s a nice name,” Ye Xiong exclaimed in admiration.

Circling around Angel, Ye Xiong started to ask the tenth question.

“The last question, listen carefully. As long as you answer correctly, I’ll let you go immediately. If not, I’ll have to make another cut,” Ye Xiong coughed and asked sternly.

“The last question is: Who sent you? Who is your employer? How many assassins has your organization dispatched? Were the people in the tunnel just now with you?”

“You’re despicable; didn’t you say one last question?” Angel shouted in anger.

“This last question requires you to answer the four questions I’ve just asked,” Ye Xiong said earnestly.

O heavens, earth!

May the next lightning strike kill this unprincipled bastard.

Angel had encountered many men in her lifetime, but she had never met one so shameless.

“I refuse to answer,” Angel declared with her head held high.

Falling into the hands of such an inhuman man, she no longer harbored any hope of survival. If she wasn’t mistaken, this man would undoubtedly attempt to violate, torture, and force answers from her.

As an assassin, she had foreseen this day and was mentally prepared for it.

Angel clenched her jaw, ready to face death.

Ye Xiong’s dagger touched her neck, then her waist, hesitatingly.

The icy dagger against her skin sent a chill throughout Angel, keeping her on edge.

Although she appeared ready to face death, it’s impossible for a woman not to be agitated in such a situation.

Smack!

A slap hit her head, Ye Xiong had an epiphany.

“How could I be so dumb? This will do,” he said.

After speaking, Ye Xiong flicked the blade from top to bottom.

Angel’s body was suddenly exposed.

“Didn’t you say one last cut?” Angel broke down, shouting furiously, forgetting her modesty.

“Ever heard of the expression ‘one fell swoop’?”

After saying this, Ye Xiong pulled out his phone and snapped a dozen photos.

“That’s a wrap.”

Ye Xiong put away his phone and the dagger, then said, “Miss Angel, I now have a dozen pictures of you on my phone. If you dare to attempt to assassinate me again, for each attempt, I will release five pictures online. It’d be such a waste not to let more men see such a beautiful body as yours.”

After finishing his words, Ye Xiong turned and left, vanishing into the depths of the forest in a moment.

“He really let me go?” Angel was stunned.

She was initially hesitant to believe it, but once Ye Xiong had completely disappeared into the depths of the woods, she finally accepted it as the truth and hurriedly rubbed against the wild vines forcefully until she finally broke free.

In this world, there actually existed such an extraordinary man, it really was true that in a large forest there were all kinds of birds.

She had thought she would definitely suffer some torments, but surprisingly, this guy hadn’t done anything of the sort and had merely taken a few photos before leaving.

Idiot, if a hitman is not even afraid of death, why would he be afraid of having a few nude photos uploaded to the internet?

However, this man, Ye Xiong, had now left a deep impression in Angel’s heart.

Because his shamelessness was truly unparalleled.

Angel escaped from the scene, and only after getting several kilometers away did she finally take out her phone and make a call.

“Sister, I’m sorry, I failed.”

…

Luo Weiwei searched around the explosion site for a long time without finding Ye Xiong’s body. At first, she was very worried, but after a while, she felt a sense of relief.

If Ye Xiong had been killed by the blast, there definitely would have been remains at the scene, but there weren’t any, which meant he hadn’t been killed in the explosion.

Where did this guy go?

As Luo Weiwei scanned the surroundings, she suddenly noticed a figure emerging from the grass not far away, who else could it be but Ye Xiong?

“Are you alright?” Luo Weiwei asked, her gaze resting on his knee.

Ye Xiong looked down at his knee, which had gotten blood on it inadvertently while he was killing the eight assassins, making it appear as if his knee was injured.

I was fine until I saw you.

“In that big explosion just now, I was hit by a fragment, and now my whole leg is numb.” Ye Xiong dragged his foot, limping over and pretending to be in excruciating pain.

Seeing how serious his expression was, Luo Weiwei didn’t doubt him at all and hastened over to support him, urgently saying, “What should we do, should we go to the hospital right now?”

Luo Weiwei was naturally shorter than Ye Xiong, and now as she lifted his arm, her body naturally bent over, which made it very easy to see the view inside her loosely fitted neckline.

Ye Xiong nearly had a surge of blood rush to his head, threatened by a nosebleed.

“We’re not far from the provincial city, let’s hurry back and talk about it there.”

Ye Xiong mentally reminded himself not to look and fastened his hand on her shoulder.

He didn’t know if Luo Weiwei had sprayed perfume or it was just her natural scent, but the faint fragrance was intoxicating Ye Xiong almost to the point of being overwhelmed.

“How can you keep going like this?” Luo Weiwei asked with concern.

At that moment, her face was very worried, clearly showing that she wasn’t as indifferent towards him as she seemed.

Recalling when the police were about to arrest him, Luo Weiwei had called to warn him. If anyone found out, it would have been a major disciplinary violation. Would she have done this if she wasn’t concerned about him?

Ye Xiong suddenly felt a bit disgraceful; Luo Weiwei was treating him so well, and here he was, pretending to have a leg injury to take advantage of her. Wasn’t that going a bit too far?

But now that he had started pretending, he had to keep it up, right?

“No problem, let’s go!” Ye Xiong said.

Luo Weiwei couldn’t bear to see him walking in such pain, so she suddenly walked in front of Ye Xiong, bent down, and called out, “Come on, I’ll carry you.”

“You’ll carry me?” Ye Xiong couldn’t believe what he had heard.

He had thought Luo Weiwei would just support him with her arm, but she was offering to carry him. Wouldn’t that mean their bodies would be in close contact?

“That’s… probably not a good idea,” Ye Xiong hesitated.