My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 22: Chapter 0022 Living Together_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What, Mingyang International Hotel?” Yang Xinyi was shocked and said hastily, “That hotel is He Haodong’s must-win battle. If you go there as the general manager, you’re heading down a dead end.”

“Thanks for the concern, big wife, but he’s just a jumping clown. I can handle him,” Ye Xiong said.

Seeing Ye Xiong so insistent, Yang Xinyi felt helpless. Before getting married, they had agreed not to interfere with each other’s work and personal lives, so she had no right to interfere in Ye Xiong’s life.

“When will my father-in-law meet me?” Ye Xiong asked.

“My dad had an emergency and went abroad; he hasn’t come back yet. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Then I’ll go upstairs first,” Ye Xiong said, and headed upstairs.

Ye Xiong’s room was right next to Yang Xinyi’s, a precaution she had taken for fear her parents would find out about their sham marriage and for any sudden needs.

“Damn, this room is too big, right?”

Looking at the luxuriously decorated room, Ye Xiong threw himself onto the large bed, feeling indescribably comfortable.

“If I could tumble in bed with the big wife, that pleasure would make dying a few years sooner worth it,” Ye Xiong couldn’t help but say.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he noticed someone standing at the door—it was none other than Yang Xinyi.

Hearing Ye Xiong say he wanted to roll in bed with her, Yang Xinyi’s face instantly darkened. Her ice mountain-like face glared with murderous intent.

“I’m seriously warning you, our relationship is nothing but a transaction. If you dare have any ideas about me, I’ll make your death look very ugly,” Yang Xinyi said hatefully.

“Just talking, it’s not against the law,” Ye Xiong shrugged.

“Even talking is not allowed.”

“Then I’ve already thought about it in my heart.”

Facing such a rascal, Yang Xinyi was out of options.

Next, she laid down the law with Ye Xiong, rattling off more than a dozen prohibitions—no entering her room, no using her bathtub, no coming home after midnight, no bringing women home.

Fearing he might forget, Yang Xinyi placed a piece of paper on the table and said, “It’s written here clear as day, black on white. Make sure you read it carefully, or don’t blame me for not reminding you later on.”

Without even a glance, Ye Xiong tore the paper to shreds.

“What exactly do you mean by this, Mr. Ye?” Yang Xinyi’s face turned pale.

She had spent a lot of time constructing those terms, and each one was carefully thought out, none too excessive; now, Ye Xiong had shredded the contract in front of her, it was a huge blow to her dignity.

Ye Xiong tossed the crumpled paper, tracing a beautiful arc in mid-air before landing in the wastebasket. Then, he said seriously, “Do you really think a piece of paper can trap a person’s thoughts? Say, if one day I get drunk and violate you, it’s not impossible. Who would remember the damn agreement then?”

“You’re not allowed to drink,” Yang Xinyi quickly said.

“The safest way is to remember to lock your door when you sleep.”

“No need for your reminder, Miss knows perfectly well,” Xinyi retorted.

“Big wife, if there’s nothing else, please help yourself. I need to rest up; I’ve got to flirt at work tomorrow,” Ye Xiong said.

Yang Xinyi rolled her eyes, turned around and walked out of Ye Xiong’s room. After getting back to her room, she locked the door firmly. She still felt it was not secure enough and decided to have more locks installed the next day; she would not give that despicable man any chance.

Ye Xiong got up early the next morning.

“Son-in-law, breakfast is ready,” Auntie Zhang greeted with a smile.

“Thanks, Auntie Zhang, let’s eat together!” Ye Xiong smiled.

“I’ve already eaten, you enjoy, son-in-law,” Auntie Zhang said and left.

As Ye Xiong went to the dining room, he found breakfast to be quite lavish—milk, bread, eggs, millet porridge, sliced meat, he had everything at his disposal. The life of the wealthy was indeed different.

Taking a sip of milk, Ye Xiong remembered that he forgot to take his car keys, so he went back upstairs to grab them.

Just as he got back to his room, he caught sight of Yang Xinyi coming out of hers.

“Big wife, good morning.” Ye Xiong greeted.

“I’m warning you seriously, don’t call me big wife.” Yang Xinyi’s expression turned even colder.

“If I don’t call you big wife, should I call you little wife?”

Yang Xinyi couldn’t be bothered with him and rolled her eyes as she walked past him.

The thing she hated the most in her life was slick men with no depth or stability. A man like that would never amount to anything in his entire life.

She didn’t know what had gotten into her when she decided to enter into a fake marriage with him.

Ye Xiong shrugged, went back to his room to grab his keys, and as he was going downstairs, he noticed Yang Xinyi sitting in the spot where he had just been sitting, picking up the milk he had drunk and preparing to drink it.

“Wife…”

“Don’t talk when you’re eating.”

“But…”

“Whatever you have to say, wait until after you’ve finished eating.” Yang Xinyi said coldly.

This guy, she thought, never had anything good to say. She was afraid that if he spoke, she would lose even the appetite to eat.

Ye Xiong could only sit opposite her and while eating, he considered whether to tell her the truth or not.

Yang Xinyi ate slowly and gracefully, making no sound throughout the process, showing very good manners. In contrast, Ye Xiong wolfed down his food, and the difference in their eating manners was striking.

Due to Yang Xinyi’s prior declaration, Ye Xiong remained silent throughout his meal.

After Yang Xinyi had her fill, she took a sip of milk before asking, “What were you trying to say just now?”

Ye Xiong pointed at the milk in front of her and said, “Wife, you just drank my milk!”

Yang Xinyi froze, looked down at her cup, and instantly her face turned red, all the way to her neck, her eyes shooting daggers.

“I wanted to warn you, but since you said no talking during meals, I had to wait until you were finished to tell you. I didn’t drink much of it, just a sip,” Ye Xiong explained slowly.

Yang Xinyi covered her mouth and quickly ran to the bathroom, and after a while, sounds of violent vomiting could be heard. She threw up so intensely that it seemed the heavens and earth turned upside down, and the sun and the moon lost their light.

“It’s just a sip of water; it’s not like you’re pregnant. Is such a big reaction really necessary?” Ye Xiong said with disdain.

Yang Xinyi rushed out of the bathroom, wielding a kitchen knife, and pounced fiercely at him.

“Oh crap.”

Ye Xiong grabbed the car keys from the table and quickly fled the villa, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

From far behind, Yang Xinyi’s roar could be heard: “You bastard, I’m going to kill you, bleugh…”

Driving the old Jetta, Ye Xiong returned to Feiyang International Hotel and started a new day of work.

“President Ye, good morning!” The receptionist, Xiao Hong, greeted him.

“Xiao Hong, you look really pretty today. That mini skirt is absolutely killer.”

“Really? I was worried it might be too short,” Xiao Hong blinked her large eyes.

“I think it’s too long.”

“President Ye, you’re so naughty. If it were any shorter, you’d see everything,” Xiao Hong said coquettishly.

“Let me try and see if I can see anything.”

Ye Xiong leaned on the front desk, chatting merrily with the front desk girl Xiao Hong.

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