My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 31
Chapter 31: Chapter 0031 Have You Seen Enough_1
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Sister Hua, we’re here,” Ye Xiong said.
Du Yuehua fiddled with her hair in front of her forehead, glanced at Ye Xiong, and asked, “What did you say to Wang Tong before leaving?”
“Want to know?”
“No shit.”
“I told him to be bold and take the chance tonight to confess to Xiao Mei,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.
“That’s it?” Du Yuehua asked skeptically.
“What else did you think it was?” Ye Xiong retorted.
“You’re smiling so wickedly, it’s definitely not that simple,” Du Yuehua said, not believing him at all. “Tell the truth, or I’ll think less of you.”
“If you want to hear it, come closer,” Ye Xiong beckoned with his fingers.
“Why so mysterious?” Although Du Yuehua said that, she still brought her ear closer.
Looking at her beautiful face, Ye Xiong could no longer hold back and kissed her.
It was like a spark igniting the whole grassland.
Suppressed desire that Du Yuehua had held back all night burst forth, like a flood and ferocious beasts.
She held Ye Xiong’s head, responding to him.
Just as Ye Xiong was ready to go further, suddenly the phone rang.
The ringtone was like a bucket of cold water poured over Du Yuehua’s head.
She snapped back to reality, her face flushing red, quickly got out of the car, ran to her house, and slammed the door shut.
I bought a watch last year.
Which bastard is calling me at this critical moment?
Ye Xiong felt like killing someone; the duck that was almost in his mouth flew away, how could he not be angry?
He took out the phone; it was Yang Xinyi’s number.
“Yang Xinyi, I draw circles to curse you, calling me in the middle of the night, do you know you’re plotting murder?” Ye Xiong shouted after answering the phone.
It wasn’t until he finished cursing that Yang Xinyi’s weak voice came from the other end, “When are you coming back?”
“It’s already two in the morning, how can I go back now? Your villa doesn’t let people in after midnight,” Ye Xiong cursed.
“There’s a power outage at home,” Yang Xinyi said softly.
“What’s that got to do with me.”
On the other side of the line, the call ended.
Ye Xiong took out his phone, calling Du Yuehua, hoping to continue what they hadn’t finished. But the phone rang for a long time with no answer; it seems Du Yuehua had sobered up.
A woman’s impulse often lasts but a moment; to waste such a good opportunity, it will be difficult to find another chance next time, truly a tragedy!
The WeChat notification sounded, Ye Xiong took it out to see, it was indeed from Du Yuehua.
“We drank a bit too much tonight, I hope we can forget everything tomorrow, let’s not let it affect our friendship, be careful driving, good night.”
Tragedy!
Ye Xiong drove around the streets, planning to find a place to make do for the night.
Suddenly, he remembered Yang Xinyi’s phone call; she mentioned there was no electricity at her villa and wanted him to come back.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to call him and ask for his help since they got married.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiong went to the night department store and bought some candles before heading home.
An hour later, Ye Xiong returned to the villa and saw that it was pitch dark, whereas all the surrounding villas were lit up. It was clearly not a power outage, but an issue with the wiring in his own home.
After checking around the house, he found that the fuse had burned out.
Ye Xiong walked to Yang Xinyi’s room, knocked on the door, and shouted, “Wife, do we have any fuses at home?”
He knocked a few times, but no one answered.
Ye Xiong found this strange. Normally, Yang Xinyi wouldn’t sleep this soundly. Could something have happened?
He knocked a few more times and still no one opened the door, so he decided to unlock the door and check.
He found a piece of wire, fiddled with it gently, and the door was unlocked.
Just as he was about to push the door open, he found that it still wouldn’t budge, indicating it was locked from the inside, which meant Yang Xinyi was definitely in the room.
Recalling the weak voice of Yang Xinyi from their phone call earlier, and with her Ice Mountain-like personality, she definitely would not have called for help unless it was absolutely necessary. Thinking of this, Ye Xiong became even more worried.
He took two steps back, kicked the door forcefully, and with a huge force, the door collapsed with a loud bang.
Inside the room, it was pitch black. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and saw Yang Xinyi lying in bed in her pajamas, shivering under the quilt. Under the phone light, he could see her brow furrowed, her lips pale, as if she was enduring great pain.
He touched her forehead, and it was scorching hot. She was running a high fever.
“How did she suddenly get a high fever?”
Ye Xiong became anxious, quickly picked her up, and prepared to take her to the hospital.
Seeing her slim and delicate body, Ye Xiong’s desire that he had just suppressed was instantly ignited.
“This wife, always so low-profile; I never thought she’d be so impressive.”
Finally suppressing his desire again, he went to the closet, took out a conservative set of clothes, changed her out of her wet clothes, and then carried her to the car, rushing to the hospital.
The diagnosis came back: food poisoning.
After a round of stomach pumping, IV fluids, and various emergency treatments, she was finally out of danger.
After a whole night of busyness, her fever finally subsided.
Looking at Yang Xinyi lying on the hospital bed, her face as tender as a baby’s, lost in thought and occasionally showing a content smile, Ye Xiong couldn’t help but feel moved.
If only Yang Xinyi could smile at him like that while awake, how nice that would be!
Unfortunately, the possibility of that happening was almost non-existent.
Ye Xiong went to the restroom to wash his face, then drove his own car back to the hotel.
Yang Xinyi had passed the critical period, and there was no need for him to stick around anymore.
Driving back to the company, Ye Xiong found the hotel parking lot full of cars, ten times more than usual. He thought he had gone to the wrong place.
“Brother Xiong, I don’t know what happened today, but business is exceptionally good,” Wang Tong ran over with haste to share the good news.
Ye Xiong glanced at the customers who came for dim sum; a portion of them looked familiar—they were the same people he had seen yesterday at the Fuhua Grand Hotel. It seemed his advertisement from the day before had worked; these people had all come from Fuhua Hotel.
“That’s great, make sure you take good care of the customers,” Ye Xiong patted his shoulder and told him to get busy.
After making a round, Ye Xiong headed to Du Yuehua’s office.
Seeing Ye Xiong enter, a blush flew across Du Yuehua’s face, but soon she acted as if nothing had happened and said, “We have more guests today. Make sure your staff keep an eye on things and don’t let He Haodong cause trouble.”
“If he has the guts, I’ll make sure he won’t make it back,” Ye Xiong replied, then sat in front of Du Yuehua, quietly looking at her.
He hadn’t had a chance with this beautiful woman the previous night, which was a pity. Ye Xiong pondered whether to have a confrontation in the office.
At first, Du Yuehua didn’t mind, but gradually, she was defeated by this shamelessly thick-skinned guy. She put down her pen and snapped, “Have you had your fill of looking?”
