My Wife, The Ice Queen President

“We’ve already ordered.”

“So what if we did? It’s not like we aren’t paying for it,” Du Yuehua retorted.

“Why bother with them so much? Let them look if they want, don’t mind them,” Ye Xiong said.

“That’s right, these men are just using the excuse of watching the joke to ogle us, the three beauties. If we leave now, wouldn’t that be the same as admitting that we have something to hide?” Xiao Fangfang added.

“Let’s just stay,” Yang Xinyi also decided not to go.

During the meal, everyone had their own concerns, and not much food was eaten. Midway, Zhang Xinyi went to the restroom.

Ye Xiong, worried about the previous night’s events and seeking clarity, stood up and headed towards the restroom as well.

Yang Xinyi came out of the restroom and saw Ye Xiong sizing her up from a distance. She walked towards him, feeling a bit guilty.

“No need to pretend, the way you’re walking has already betrayed you,” Ye Xiong stepped forward and blocked her path, “What exactly happened last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yang Xinyi’s gaze shifted evasively.

“Although I was drunk, I still had a sliver of consciousness. I know something happened between us; don’t deny it,” Ye Xiong said earnestly.

Yang Xinyi’s eyes suddenly reddened, she fell silent and turned her head away.

Seeing her like this, Ye Xiong was even more sure of his guess—that last night, he certainly took advantage of his intoxication and did something to Yang Xinyi.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t do it intentionally…”

“I’ll just pretend nothing happened, as if it was all a dream,” Yang Xinyi said.

“No, I have to take responsibility for what I did,” insisted Ye Xiong urgently.

“What kind of responsibility? Break up with Du Yuehua and remarry me? Or treat me as Xiao Fangfang said, a lover you come to when you wish and leave when you want? What do you take me for?” Yang Xinyi exclaimed emotionally.

“Don’t get worked up.”

“How can I not get worked up? Do you even know what you were like last night?” Yang Xinyi’s eyes showed sorrow and after a long pause, she said, “Forget about it, it’s just that one thing. The first time. Who I give it to doesn’t really matter, right?”

“Xinyi,” Ye Xiong reached out to hold her.

“Sneaking around, I knew when you both went to the restroom together it couldn’t be for anything good,” Xiao Fangfang appeared before them, smiling.

“Can’t you just shut up? Will you die if you don’t spout nonsense?” Ye Xiong snapped.

Xiao Fangfang didn’t expect Ye Xiong to suddenly lash out, and after glancing at Yang Xinyi, she still smiled, “Xinyi, looks like this guy here still can’t stop thinking about you!”

“Don’t talk nonsense, what happened between us was only a transaction,” Yang Xinyi snapped.

Having said that, Yang Xinyi left.

Ye Xiong sighed and returned to the table.

After the meal, Yang Xinyi drove Xiao Fangfang home, while Ye Xiong took Du Yuehua back.

“Uncle Ye, let’s play together next time,” Youyou said reluctantly at the villa’s entrance.

“Sure, next time we’ll go to the amusement park again,” Ye Xiong patted her on the head.

“Youyou, go ahead inside, I have something to talk to your Uncle Ye about,” Du Yuehua instructed.

Youyou obediently skipped away and waited at the doorstep.

Only then did Du Yuehua look at Ye Xiong as if she had made a significant decision, “Ah Xiong, I think, let’s not tell Youyou and Dad about our relationship for the time being.”

“Why?”

“I feel like you’re not ready yet. Consider it more and then decide,” she said.

After saying her piece, Du Yuehua sighed and turned to leave.

The moment she left, her eyes became moist.

Ye Xiong was driving without knowing where to go.

It was then that he realized that although he appeared to be a playboy with countless beauties around him, he didn’t even have a home of his own.

Yang Xinyi’s place was just a temporary harbor for him, and he had to sneak into Du Yuehua’s place.

He had thought about staying at Wang Tong’s place for the night, but then he remembered that Wang Shu always tried to seduce him with her charms, and he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control himself and might end up pushing her down, thus incurring another debt of dalliance.

It was time to make a choice!

To choose Du Yuehua, or Yang Xinyi?

It would be best to have both, but is that possible?

With Yang Xinyi’s prideful character, it was absolutely impossible for her to share her man with another woman. Du Yuehua might, but considering how much she had done for him, that wouldn’t be fair to her.

Huaxia Country doesn’t allow having two wives either.

Ye Xiong suddenly had the idea of emigrating.

While he was lost in his wild thoughts, his phone chimed with a message—it was a notification of a 500,000 deposit, money transferred by Zhao Hu.

Just then, the phone rang—it was an unknown number.

“Hello, Brother Xiong, did you get the money?” came Zhao Hu’s ingratiating voice over the line.

“Got it,” Ye Xiong replied indifferently.

“Glad to hear that, haha.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Goodbye, Brother Xiong. If you get the chance, please look out for your little bro in the future, haha,” Zhao Hu giggled.

“We’ll see!”

Right after hanging up, the phone rang again, this time from Tang Ning.

“Cousin, what do you want with your brother-in-law so late at night? Are you feeling lonely and cold, unable to sleep, and wanting some consolation from your cousin-in-law?” Ye Xiong teased heartlessly.

“Ah Xiong, it’s me,” came the voice of Yang Yueru from the other end.

Damn it?

Ye Xiong’s skin crawled, and he almost crashed the car into a power pole.

Tang Ning was really playing with fire here.

This fool of a cousin knew that he always harassed her a bit whenever they spoke on the phone, and she actually gave the phone to her mom. She was clearly trying to kill him.

Ye Xiong could imagine Tang Ning right now, standing beside her mom, laughing like a demon.

“Auntie… I was just joking with Tang Ning… Ha, please don’t take offence… Ha.” Ye Xiong pulled over to the side of the road, laughing awkwardly.

“Xiao Xiongxiong, I didn’t expect you to be so naughty. You’re not allowed to be this naughty next time!” Yang Yueru giggled from the other end of the phone.

“I won’t, I definitely won’t next time,” Ye Xiong promised earnestly.

“I know you’re only naughty with your words,” laughed Yang Yueru.

“Auntie, you truly understand me!” Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.

“By the way, Auntie, calling me so late, is there something you need?” Ye Xiong got to the point.

(Shamelessly begging in various ways.)