My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 134:
Chapter 134: Chapter 0134: Wang Shu’s Demon Barrier Psychology_1
Back at the hotel, Ye Xiong was getting ready to work when the phone rang.
Looking at the familiar number, he hesitated a bit.
The call was from Yang Xinyi.
“President Yang, calling me so early in the morning, could it be that you regret divorcing me and want to remarry?” Ye Xiong answered the phone and joked heartlessly.
On the other end, there was a long silence before Yang Xinyi’s voice came through.
“You drank a lot last night, and out of friend’s concern, I’m calling to inquire. Don’t overthink it,” said Yang Xinyi’s voice, neither warm nor cold, not revealing any particular attitude.
“Friend?” When he heard those two words, Ye Xiong’s mouth curled into a bitter smile.
“Don’t drink so much in the future. Don’t think that just because nobody’s watching, you can mess around,” Yang Xinyi advised.
“I felt a bit uncomfortable after divorcing you yesterday; I just needed to let off steam, and then I was fine,” Ye Xiong spoke his mind.
“Do you regret it?” Yang Xinyi asked softly.
“Yeah, I regret not having finished you off.”
“Can you not be like this? If you keep this up, we won’t even be able to be friends,” Yang Xinyi was getting a bit angry.
“If you only saw me as a friend, you wouldn’t have done what you did last night, right?” Ye Xiong sneered.
“What did I do?” Yang Xinyi’s voice wavered slightly.
Ye Xiong had studied psychology before, and her current behavior clearly indicated a guilty conscience.
He became even more certain of his view and directly asked, “Was it me who initiated it last night, or was it you? I can’t seem to remember at all.”
“Initiate what? I don’t understand what you’re talking about?”
“After you took me back to my room last night, nothing happened?” Ye Xiong reminded.
“Are you talking nonsense about some drunken words, that’s all?” Yang Xinyi’s voice was very calm.
“You didn’t take advantage of me while I was drunk to finish me off?”
“Crazy, do you think I’m that kind of person?” Yang Xinyi exclaimed angrily: “Only you would be so shameless.”
She was right, according to what he knew from their time together, Yang Xinyi was like a Ten Thousand Year Glacier, an incredibly cold woman to the core. It wasn’t likely she’d take advantage of him while he was drunk to push him down.
Even Ye Xiong suspected that she might be sexually frigid; how could she possibly have ‘finished him off’?
A moment ago he thought it was very possible it was her, but now it seemed impossible again.
However, there are some women whose exteriors are as cold as an Ice Mountain, but inside they are hotter than anyone else—the so-called ‘cold outside, passionate inside’ type. Could Yang Xinyi be that kind of woman?
Confused, all over again.
The more he thought, the more Ye Xiong began to doubt life itself, even suspecting that last night might have been just a dream and nothing actually happened.
Forget it, he wouldn’t think about it anymore. Damn it, it’s not like he was at a loss anyway.
“Just kidding. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up. You’re welcome to invite me, your friend, for a meal when you’re free,” said Ye Xiong. And with that, he hung up the phone.
After hanging up, his smile disappeared, replaced with a self-mocking expression.
“After the divorce, continue being friends, is that possible?”
Maybe, because there was never a real marriage between the two of them.
Walking around the hotel, Ye Xiong was about to head back to the office and sleep when someone called out to him from behind.
“President Ye, there’s something I need to see you about.”
Wang Shu stood behind him, her black business attire outlining her exquisite figure.
Her face wore light makeup, a touch of lipstick on her lips, and it seemed she had foundation on as well, leaving her face without a blemish, sensually bewitching.
Having been a PR manager for a while, she clearly knew how to dress up more and understood how to unleash her charm.
However, Ye Xiong had seen through her tactics and knew her cunning, so he felt nothing for this woman, no matter how sexy her dress or how tempting her appearance— it was all futile.
The most beautiful thing about a woman is her inner beauty, and clearly, Wang Shu had been relegated by Ye Xiong to his cold palace in that regard.
“Is there something you want?” Ye Xiong asked indifferently.
“Can we talk privately?” Wang Shu asked softly.
Could she want to have a private exchange, to communicate with him?
Hand over then flow, dig then pass?
Ye Xiong found his thoughts drifting to evil again.
“Let’s talk in the office.”
A few minutes later, Ye Xiong led Wang Shu into his office, with Wang Shu following and casually closing the door behind her.
This simple action gave Ye Xiong a peculiar feeling inside.
Could this woman still not have given up on him?
Upon entering the room, Wang Shu’s gaze clung to Ye Xiong, full of silent grievances; she lightly bit her lip, looking hesitant to speak, her expression stirring pity.
“Just state your business!” Ye Xiong went straight to the point.
Wang Shu hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand inside her clothes, making a motion as if to undress.
Before making that gesture, she kept her eyes on Ye Xiong, seemingly gauging his expression. Seeing his stern face, she finally reached into her clothing and pulled out a bank card, placing it on the table.
“There’s a hundred thousand yuan in this card, it’s the income my brother and I earned in the last two months. We will slowly repay the remaining million for the house,” Wang Shu said.
Ye Xiong didn’t even glance at the card, “The house was a gift to Wang Tong, hear me clearly, a gift, not a loan.”
“Still, it’s a large sum of money. The three of us in my family discussed it all night yesterday and all feel we need to gradually repay you, otherwise we would be uneasy,” Wang Shu said.
“Why didn’t Wang Tong bring it himself? Why did you have to bring it?” Ye Xiong continued to ask.
“My brother was afraid you wouldn’t accept it, so he sent me as a representative.”
“I guess it was you who insisted on bringing it over, wasn’t it?”
Ye Xiong stood up and circled around her, his eyes darting over her body, a half-smile on his face, “What I’m more curious about is your gesture just now. That movement could be used to pull out a card or to undress, so why choose to pull out a card?”
Hearing Ye Xiong’s words, Wang Shu’s eyes lit up, and she started sizing him up again.
She wanted to know, what exactly did Ye Xiong mean?
Ever since Ye Xiong recruited her to be a PR manager at the hotel, Wang Shu had always harbored an indefinable feeling in her heart.
On one hand, she was grateful to Ye Xiong for giving her an opportunity that allowed her to draw a high salary, to fully display her abilities, to stand above others. On the other hand, she felt unresigned.
She was quite confident about her looks, believing that no man could resist her seduction, yet this man had refused her time and time again.
Wang Shu’s possessiveness was strong. Her impoverished upbringing fostered this mindset, and the more Ye Xiong ignored her, the more she couldn’t accept it, and the more she wanted to conquer this man.
She secretly decided that she must have this man, even if she couldn’t make him hers, she would at least seduce him once, to have some kind of physical relation between a man and woman with him.
Even if getting in bed with him wasn’t for lust, it was just for the satisfaction of overcoming the challenge.
She found that there was something demonic within her heart, or perhaps, it was a kind of twisted psychology.
