My Wife, The Ice Queen President

With her head lowered, Yang Yueru was as embarrassed as a twenty-year-old girl; she quickly grabbed that thing, stuffed it into the drawer, and explained incoherently, “This isn’t something I bought… Jianjun… I don’t know where he got it from, I haven’t used it yet.”

Stuffed under the pillow, who knew how long it had been there, and yet she claimed she hadn’t used it.

Indeed, a woman’s words can’t be trusted.

“Jianjun, he’s not that good in that department; he feels guilty, so he bought this thing…” Yang Yueru said sheepishly.

No way, Tang Jianjun isn’t up to snuff?

“I’m leaving first.”

While sanity was still hanging by a thread, he bolted out of there.

It’s one thing to tease with some cheeky, sappy words, to be shameless for a moment, but he lacked the courage for any actual relationship.

This was a matter of moral importance.

He ran out to the living room, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of ice water to drink.

After gulping down a whole bottle, he managed to quench the mess of inappropriate thoughts whirling in his heart.

Back to his room, a shower, then off to bed.

After having water and a shower, the fire of desire should have been quenched, but as soon as he saw Yang Xinyi, sleeping and as beautiful as a goddess on the bed, his hormones were reignited from the ashes.

Considering Yang Xinyi’s warning, that touching was allowed but nothing more, he dared not.

Damn, life was impossible to bear.

Ye Xiong went to sleep in the living room because he felt that in bed, he couldn’t be as proper as Liu Xiahui.

The next day, Yang Yueru woke up early and saw Ye Xiong sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Just then, Ye Xiong opened his eyes.

“Why are you sleeping here, why didn’t you go back to your room to sleep?” Yang Yueru walked over and asked.

“Don’t mention it, I drank too much last night and can’t remember anything,” Ye Xiong said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

His explanation was clever, as if last night’s event had never happened, avoiding further embarrassment for both of them.

Looking at Ye Xiong’s chiseled face, Yang Yueru liked it more and more.

Handsome, but not that pretty-boy handsome, rather, the robust and explosive kind.

Rich, one of the top ten wealthiest in Capital City.

Highly skilled in martial arts, capable of instantly defeating dozens of fierce thugs.

A cook, humorous, with such strong self-control.

Xinyi didn’t know what good karma she had accumulated in her past life to meet such a man.

Before, Yang Yueru thought her husband, Tang Jianjun, was already quite a charming man, but compared to Ye, he fell short.

“Do I have sleep in my eyes, why are you staring at me like that?” Ye Xiong asked, puzzled.

Pfft!

Yang Yueru couldn’t help but laugh, scolding playfully, “Show off, vain.”

Seeing her joke like this, Ye Xiong knew she had also moved past the embarrassment from last night, and he immediately grinned.

“I’m going back to bed to catch up on some sleep,” Ye Xiong said as he headed to his room.

“Go back and work on making a baby, no slacking,” Yang Yueru commented.

Ye Xiong almost smashed his head into the door.

When he returned to the room, Yang Xinyi was awake, brushing her hair. Seeing him come in, she asked, “Why didn’t you come back to sleep last night?”

“I had some drinks, and knowing you don’t like the smell of alcohol, I didn’t sleep in the room,” Ye Xiong replied nobly.

In reality, he had drunk a bit, his hormones were raging, and he couldn’t bear it, that’s why he went out to sleep.

“Did my cousin suspect anything?” Yang Xinyi asked.

“I told her I was drunk and passed out before I made it to the room.”

“Oh!”

Yang Xinyi replied with a sound and started applying light makeup.

“Wife, just now my cousin asked when we were planning to have a baby,” Ye Xiong approached her.

“If you want to make a baby, we can do that after going back to Jiangnan, after we register and get married,” Yang Xinyi said indifferently.

“Really?” Ye Xiong’s eyes lit up.

“Can you let go of Du Yuehua?” Yang Xinyi asked.

Ye Xiong was suddenly at a loss for words.

Seeing him silent, Yang Xinyi sighed, seemingly getting used to it gradually.

She knew that in his heart, Du Yuehua’s place was probably not lower than hers, perhaps even higher.

“If you want to have children with me, you’ll have to marry me. I won’t do the thing where we go to bed before marriage,” Yang Xinyi declared again.

“Anyway, you’ve already been to bed with me. Whether once or twice, why not just go for it…”

“Go to hell…”

Yang Xinyi threw her comb straight at him…

After breakfast, Ye Xiong was dragged by Tang Ning to act as a driver, touring around Capital City.

For three days straight.

Ye Xiong took the three beauties out every day, earning the envious looks from a host of men.

Envious, my ass. With plenty to look at but nothing to touch, Ye Xiong cursed in his heart.

After three days, Ye Xiong decided to return to Jiangnan.

But before going back, he paid a visit to Chen Xiao.

With this guy’s help, it was like having a strong right arm by his side, adding a valuable ally in investigating the Demon Hunting Operation.

In a restaurant private room.

“I won’t go back with you,” Chen Xiao said while enjoying his lavish meal.

“One hundred thousand a month,” Ye Xiong said nonchalantly.

“Enjoying life in Capital City beats going to your godforsaken place any day,” retorted Chen Xiao.

Boasting about living large while barely getting three meals?

“If you won’t go, forget it,” Ye Xiong stood up and while walking away added, “Just hope you have enough money to pay the bill.”

Chen Xiao was floored.

Moments later, a string of profanities spilled from his mouth.

In the afternoon, Ye Xiong, accompanied by the three women, boarded a plane to Guangnan Province.

As for Chen Xiao, he would come over later.