My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Dong Xuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the jewelry showroom that had taken over a month to set up, her eyes revealing a ferocious glint.

“I have not easily gained my status today, I absolutely will not let you destroy everything.” Dong Xuan clenched her fists tightly.

Dong Xuan was a third-rate female star with the impressive figure that actresses possess, now forty years old.

When she was young, she fell in love with a male actor, had a daughter out of wedlock, and then left the entertainment industry to become a full-time wife.

She had thought that her man would smoothly succeed in his acting career, but a scandal utterly ruined him.

Later, this man developed a drug addiction, and Dong Xuan began to endure a life of abuse.

In the end, heartbroken, she fled from that man and married Ye Yuandong, a tycoon ten years her senior.

She did this only for money, to live a good life, she was already fed up with those days of poverty and being looked down upon.

Now a man had appeared who threatened her position, and she would never allow such a thing to happen.

Dong Xuan dialed a phone number she was reluctant to call.

A sauna center.

A burly man was riding on top of a hostess unrestrainedly until she screamed a few times and fainted, yet he did not stop.

After finishing, he did not even glance at the hostess, pulled out a stack of banknotes from his person, threw them on the ground, and made a phone call.

“Brothers, we have some work to do.”

The stocky man had a fierce name, Zhang Meng, known in the underworld as Crazy Meng.

In Capital City, he was also famously ruthless and had some connections high up, which is why he had always evaded the law.

Before long, four guys walked over.

“Meng Bro.”

“Meng Bro called us over, what’s the good news?”

“Sit down.”

After the four guys sat down, Zhang Meng finally said, “Someone has offered five million for a person’s life. They say the target used to be a soldier, might be tough, but the good news is the price is high. This time it’s got to be quick and decisive, after we finish the job, we’re going overseas to have some fun with foreign chicks.”

The four guys cheered.

“Let’s go.”

A white van with a fake license plate, carrying five men holding masks, rushed toward First Middle School.

Outside First Middle School, a small tea house.

Pfft!

Tang Ning was drinking milk and sprayed it all over the table in front of her.

“Ye Yuandong is your dad, oh my God?”

Tang Ning almost went crazy when Ye Yangyang revealed the identity of the two.

Who was Ye Yuandong? He was one of the top ten tycoons of Capital City, with billions at his disposal, his name known to everyone.

Who would have thought that Ye Xiong was actually his son?

“Second generation rich, tycoon, let’s be friends!” Tang Ning pounced over.

“Is this clinging to a big thigh or what?” Ye Xiong said flatly.

“Tang Ning, get up.”

Ye Yangyang watched her, face blushing as she pulled her up, as if it were not Tang Ning who had been exposed but herself.

In front of her sister-in-law, wouldn’t she feel embarrassed? Ye Yangyang thought.

“If you say it’s what, then it’s what. Even being your mistress wouldn’t be a problem, just give me a few million in pocket money a month.” Tang Ning’s eyes were filled with stars.

“As long as Cousin agrees, I’ll support you,” said Ye Xiong, perched with his leg crossed, passing the buck to Yang Xinyi.

“What does it have to do with me?” Yang Xinyi rolled her eyes.

“Cousin agreed, so now you can support me. Five million a month is enough. I’ll do anything you ask,” Tang Ning said excitedly.

“I’ve cut off my relationship with my father Ye Yuandong, are you sure you want to be my mistress?” Ye Xiong asked with a smile.

“Pssh!” Tang Ning stuck up her finger.

Seeing her brother and sister-in-law, and Tang Ning talk about such sensitive topics, Ye Yangyang felt her face burning with embarrassment and timidly asked, “Is it appropriate for you guys to discuss this?”

“Don’t think your brother is so innocent. He’s got plenty of women around him. Besides my cousin who’s his legitimate wife, there are campus beauties, top grade wives, charming nurses, fiery policewomen—a whole bunch you can’t even count,” Tang Ning counted on her fingers.

“Why do I feel like you’re outlining a blurb for an urban web novel?” Ye Yangyang said weakly.

“Eh, you read web novels too? Which one are you following? I’m hooked on ‘My Iceberg CEO Wife.’ The protagonist is such a scoundrel; I bet the author is even worse,” Tang Ning said excitedly.

“I don’t read web novels.”

“Then how do you know my words sound like a blurb?”

“I’ve seen them online by chance. The blurbs are all similar. I read a few chapters but couldn’t stand how flirty the protagonist was and stopped reading,” Ye Yangyang explained.

“What’s wrong with being a flirt? As long as you’re rich and handsome, it’s all good,” Tang Ning said with a laugh.

“Don’t you think that’s very unfair to women?” Ye Yangyang said.

“What’s unfair about it? If a man is liked by many women, it shows he’s excellent and in demand. As long as being with him makes you happy, why must it be forever?” Tang Ning countered.

“Thinking like that isn’t right,” Ye Yangyang said seriously.

“Slob, you’re too naive,” said Tang Ning.

Yang Xinyi listened to Tang Ning and Ye Yangyang talk, completely speechless.

These two girls, one was too conservative, the other too liberal; they had completely different worldviews. A hundred years of debate would never resolve their differences.

“Stop arguing, aren’t you tired of it?” Yang Xinyi spoke up to interrupt them.

Her gaze fell on Ye Xiong, and after learning his true identity, she too was in utter shock.

She could never have dreamed that he came from such a distinguished family.

Remembering when she first met him at the construction site, she began to doubt whether any of that was real.

The son of a billionaire carrying bricks on a construction site? The world had truly gone mad!

“Yangyang, have something to eat. Later, you can go play with your brother,” Ye Xiong said.

Ye Yangyang nodded and quietly ate her food.

At that moment, a white van suddenly stopped at the door. Five men wearing hoods, wielding machetes, rushed in.

Trouble was clearly brewing.

Ye Xiong sprang to his feet, standing protectively in front of the three women, and urgently said, “Stay seated and don’t move.”

“That’s him, get him,” said Zhang Meng, pointing his knife at Ye Xiong.

The four men, gripping their knives, charged fiercely toward him.

The five assailants moved decisively and overwhelmingly fast, reaching them in the blink of an eye.

It was clear from various aspects that these men were not ordinary hooligans. Although not quite professional assassins, they were certainly seasoned characters well-versed in the ways of the underworld.

“You three, stay put and don’t move,” said Ye Xiong, his face turning cold, not backing down but advancing instead.

With three women by his side, he needed to take the attackers down immediately and prevent them from getting close to avoid any harm coming to them.