My Wife, The Ice Queen President

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that this was the guy from the rumors, the one who was brutally violent, inhumane, and had killed He Haodong.

At first glance, how was he any different from those rich heirs who drove fancy cars and hooked up everywhere?

Even making appointments to fight again, did they think they were just sparring? It was a matter of life and death, wasn’t it?

“I won’t chat with you right now; I need to talk to your Miss first,” Ye Xiong said and walked toward He Mengji, who was sitting in the car.

“Stop.”

Thirteen quickly stepped in front of him and said coldly, “If you dare to take one more step toward her, I’ll twist your neck off.”

“Is it interesting to keep fighting and killing?” Ye Xiong said in a gentle manner, trying to teach him a lesson: “As a human being, you should learn to convince people with virtue.”

“Thirteen, let him come over,” He Mengji suddenly called out.

“Miss, I am afraid he might harm you,” Thirteen said.

“Your Miss is so beautiful and has such a temperament, how could I possibly harm her?” Ye Xiong said with a smile as he walked over and leaned against the window, taking off his sunglasses.

“Miss He Mengji, I’ve long admired your name. Would you honor me by going to a hotel to… oh no, going to a restaurant with me. We can chat and talk about romances,” Ye Xiong said with a smile that he thought was charming.

He Mengji took off her sunglasses, and her eyes, as serene as the autumn moon, fell upon Ye Xiong’s face, piercing his pupils as if reaching deep into his soul.

Feeling her gaze, Ye Xiong actually started to feel uncomfortable. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul – was this girl about to see through all the dirty thoughts at the bottom of his heart?

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll get shy,” Ye Xiong said in a coy manner.

He Mengji was speechless.

Was it really this guy who killed her brother?

“Fine, you choose the place,” He Mengji said indifferently.

Ten minutes later, Havre Island Cafe.

Ye Xiong sat opposite He Mengji, with Thirteen standing behind her, his face full of wariness.

“The coffee here tastes quite good. After you try it, you’ll definitely want more,” Ye Xiong snapped his fingers and said to a foreign waiter dressed in French attire in English, “Hello, please bring my girlfriend a cup of coffee, make sure it’s warm, no sugar. And one for me too, with milk.”

When the coffee arrived, He Mengji took it, drank it, her expression neither warm nor cold, showing no emotion.

“How did you know I drink my coffee without sugar?” she suddenly asked.

“I guessed,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

He Mengji stirred her coffee with a spoon, her gaze faintly resting on Ye Xiong, a formless pressure gradually emanating.

Faced with her gaze, Ye Xiong remained calm and unflustered. After a while, He Mengji finally got to the point.

“Did you kill my brother?” she asked.

“Before I answer that question, could you give me a minute to explain the situation clearly?” Ye Xiong asked.

“You may.”

“Alright, I’ll focus on the key points. He Haodong was caught cheating with another woman on his wedding day, which I discovered, and caused a scene at the wedding. Since then, he held a grudge against me and always tried to make things difficult for me. The first time he came after me, he sent men to capture me. I was generous and ignored him; the second time, he had someone poison the hotel where I had shares. I just taught him a lesson; the third time, he used his brother’s sister to poison me, and I merely broke two of his fingers. The last time, he hired mercenaries to kill me. I had already decided to take him down. Unfortunately, he was shot in the head by a sniper.”

Ye Xiong recounted the history of his acquaintance and enmity with He Haodong.

“I’m telling you all this because I think you are a reasonable person, not because I’m afraid of you. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be so easy to talk to,” he said.

As he spoke his last words, the killer instinct in Ye Xiong was unleashed, and the air of a prodigal heir disappeared, replaced by a murderous aura.

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“Are you threatening me?” He Mengji stared at him.

“If Miss He doesn’t believe it, she can go ask around herself. To speak unpleasantly, a person like your brother deserved to die many times over. If Miss He insists on seeking revenge against me, then I will have no choice but to accompany you,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

He Mengji fell silent for a moment, then said, “Everything requires evidence. Right now, all the evidence points to you, because you were the last person to take my brother away. I’ll give you one month. If you can find my brother’s killer, I can let bygones be bygones. If you can’t, then prepare to pay with your life!”

“It seems you’re mistaken. I won’t be helping you find the killer. That’s something you should be doing yourself. I’ve said all I’m going to say. Do whatever you want,” he replied.

Ye Xiong stood up, calling out to the waiter, “Check, please.”

The waiter came over and Ye Xiong threw down a few banknotes.

“Hold it right there, our miss hasn’t allowed you to leave yet.” Thirteen stepped forward, blocking Ye Xiong’s way.

“What, looking for a fight?” Ye Xiong glanced around and said indifferently, “I’m up for it, but whoever damages anything in the cafe pays for it.”

Thirteen closed in, aiming a sweeping kick fiercely at Ye Xiong.

So fast, those moves are no joke.

Although Ye Xiong had guessed the opponent’s strength was formidable, he still couldn’t help being taken aback when faced with the reality.

Just judging by the speed and power of that kick, it was comparable to Vermilion Bird, if not superior.

Even if it wasn’t at Phoenix’s level, it wasn’t far off.

Ye Xiong backed away swiftly as the table in front of him was split in two with a loud bang by Thirteen’s leg.

Thirteen’s attack was relentless, one kick following another, sweeping toward Ye Xiong like autumn leaves blown by the wind, attacking furiously.

In less than two minutes, all the tables and chairs in the cafe were destroyed, except for the one at He Mengji’s table.

Ye Xiong kept dodging, seemingly with no strength to fight back. Finding no place left in the hall to hide, he had no choice but to take cover behind He Mengji.

“Aside from hiding, what else can you do?” Thirteen did not dare to attack recklessly for fear of injuring He Mengji.

“You think I’d keep fighting when I know I can’t win? Do you think I’m like you, simple-minded and all brawn?” Ye Xiong retorted from behind He Mengji.

“Come out.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Come out right now.”

“Hey hey, can’t you be a bit less shameless? You’re a man, you know. Usually, it’s only women who ask me to pull it out.” Ye Xiong’s remark was startling.

Thirteen was so angry he was about to explode. This guy was simply too shameless, devoid of any semblance of a master.

“Forget it, Thirteen, stop fighting. You can’t beat him.”

He Mengji, who had been silent until then, stood up and turned to Ye Xiong, “I already conceded by asking you to find the killer. Let me give you some advice, half a month. If you can’t find the killer, I’ll put all the blame on you, so beware.”

“Hey hey, can’t you be reasonable? Can’t you be a little less shameless?” Ye Xiong hastily said.

“When it comes to shamelessness, I’m far behind you. Thirteen, let’s go,” He Mengji stood up.

Thirteen gave Ye Xiong a fierce glare. Although he was very dissatisfied, he still obeyed He Mengji’s order and left.

It wasn’t until the two had gone that Ye Xiong sat down, a smile breaking across his face.

After this encounter, he realized that He Mengji was indeed not easy to deal with. Luckily, she wasn’t as vicious and merciless as He Haodong; she at least had some sense of reason.

Damn, do I really have to find the killer? This is turning into a busy period.

Ye Xiong was about to leave when he suddenly noticed the mess all over the place and quickly called out to the departing Thirteen, “Hey, buzz cut, you haven’t paid yet!”

Too bad, Thirteen and He Mengji had long since walked away.

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