My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Chapter 0007 I’m Her Man_1
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Stepping out of the café, Ye Xiong felt his mood grow heavy again.
Memories came flooding back, one scene after another. Over a year had passed, and though many things could be forgotten, he now realized they had merely been relegated to a corner of his mind, deliberately unacknowledged, until remembering them made them surge even more powerfully.
He pulled an old photo from his clothes, showing six people.
The most mysterious Ice King, Six-man Squad of Huaxia, ruthless killing machines, now only he remained alive.
Once they stacked their hands together.
They had vowed to live and die together.
They promised no one would be sacrificed.
Yet everything, due to one wrong decision, obliterated the whole squad.
“One command and all responsibilities are cast aside, bullshit.” Ye Xiong cursed, placing the photo back into his clothes and striding away.
The warm sunshine hit his body, giving him a sense of being in another world. Hadn’t he been living in a daze every day since leaving that organization?
“Hey!”
Ye Xiong waved to greet two passing beauties.
“Crazy!”
One of the women cursed and kept her distance. Ye Xiong, unfazed, weaved his way into the distance.
Inside the café, Phoenix removed her sunglasses and, through the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze followed the carefree silhouette outside. An inexplicable sadness filled her heart.
After a long pause, she took out her phone and dialed a number, stating flatly, “Commander, Reaper refuses to rejoin the squad.”
Spring is the season of arousal.
Summer is the season of bikinis.
Autumn is the season of romance.
Ye Xiong wondered if perhaps he should really start a relationship in this season of falling leaves.
After wandering the streets all day, he returned to his construction site dormitory in the evening, lazy and leisurely.
At the entrance of the dorm, there stood a tall girl in a black dress and curved glasses, looking incredibly tempting. Who else could it be but Xiao Fangfang?
Like a persistent ghost. Didn’t I just forcibly “that” you and now you’re chasing me down this tightly?
Ye Xiong approached lazily, feigning surprise, “Oh, isn’t this Miss Xiao? What wind has blown you here?”
Seeing Ye Xiong in front of her, Xiao Fangfang found it impossible to associate him with the man from that night. Their auras were too different, weren’t they?
If Ye Xiong that night was a very polite gentleman, then the current Ye Xiong was nothing but a street punk.
Yang Xinyi had mentioned this difference to her, but she hadn’t quite believed it until she saw it with her own eyes.
“I’m here to settle scores with you.” Xiao Fangfang couldn’t help but blurt out those words.
“What kind of scores do we have to settle?” A mischievous smile played on Ye Xiong’s lips as he said, “I didn’t insult you, I didn’t hit you, and the money for the phone came from President Yang. All in all, I don’t think I owe you money, do I?”
“You… compensate me for emotional distress!” Xiao Fangfang retorted spontaneously.
“Emotional distress implies I’ve had an impact on your feelings. Oh, I get it now, you fell for me at first sight,” Ye Xiong realized aloud.
Xiao Fangfang swore she had never met a man so shameless. Didn’t he look at his own status? A mere construction worker, and she’s supposed to have fallen for him at first sight?
She owned a small company, albeit not making much, still profiting two to three hundred thousand a month was feasible. And with her higher education, she was the epitome of the well-educated wealthy beauty. Would a woman like her fall for him at first sight?
Take a deep breath, hold back!
After a long moment, Xiao Fangfang managed to suppress her rising anger and glared at him, “Please, take a good look in the mirror before you say that.”
“I’m inviting you to dinner tonight, are you going?” Ye Xiong was feeling bored anyway.
“Do you think I would accept?”
“You just have to answer, are you going or not. If not, I’ll invite someone else,” Ye Xiong cut her off, his tone brooking no refusal.
“I’ll go, but I choose the place,” Xiao Fangfang said.
“No problem, please wait, I’ll go change my clothes.”
Ten minutes later, Ye Xiong not only changed his clothes but also took a bath, rejuvenated.
Gray trousers paired with a dark T-shirt gave him a somewhat heavy look, a bit elusive, less gentlemanly and more profound than the last time when he freeloaded in the hotel.
This guy, was he a chameleon in his past life?
The outfit before her once again dazzled Xiao Fangfang’s eyes. She was truly curious, what kind of man was this, and why could she sense various different temperaments from him?
And to think he’s actually a construction worker.
“Your car?” Ye Xiong asked.
“Or should we take yours?” Xiao Fangfang rolled her eyes and tossed the keys to him, saying, “You drive.”
“You know I can drive?”
“I suspect you could even fly a plane.”
Ye Xiong laughed, walked over to the BMW in front of them, and got in.
Xiao Fangfang’s ride was a white BMW worth about half a million, which seemed quite new as if it hadn’t been bought long ago.
Familiar with the gears, the BMW screeched like an arrow shot from a bow as it darted off.
“Where to?” Ye Xiong asked.
“Let’s go to Wangyue Villa!”
Wangyue Villa was a very famous place in Jiangnan City, offering one-stop services for dining and entertainment. It was often frequented by many wealthy youngsters and was a preferred spot for the upper class.
The villa was built on Phoenix Mountain and was the only hotel on the mountain, attracting a large number of vacationers.
Xiao Fangfang sat in the back, her gaze falling on the back of his head. He spoke very little along the way, just like his current clothing, deep and reserved, the previous frivolous demeanor nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Fangfang reminded herself that she must not be fooled. This guy was definitely putting on an act on purpose. He changed faces faster than a woman, and she wondered how many girls he had harmed. She had to be cautious and would not be taken in.
This was just a game, and taking it seriously meant losing.
She kept instilling this thought into herself, treating the relationship between them as a game of strategy.
An hour later, the BMW pulled into the outdoor parking lot, and they walked in.
No sooner had they entered the villa than they heard a familiar voice: “Fangfang, it really is you. I thought I had recognized the wrong person.”
A man in a gray suit, with glasses, and looking genteel appeared before them. His gaze landed on Fangfang, his eyes lighting up as he extended his hand.
“Bowen, it’s really you. Long time no see,” Xiao Fangfang asked with delight, extending her hand and about to shake his.
A hand was quicker than hers and grabbed Bowen’s first. Ye Xiong politely said, “No need to be polite,” while giving a firm squeeze. In an instant, Zhang Bowen yelped and leapt up.
“Ye Xiong!” Xiao Fangfang glared at him with a hint of anger.
“No issue, is this your boyfriend?” Zhang Bowen asked politely, shaking off his hand.
Yet within his eyes, a hint of malice did not escape Ye Xiong’s notice.
“No,” Ye Xiong shook his head.
Xiao Fangfang sighed with relief, but then Ye Xiong continued, “I am her man.”
‘Boyfriend’ and ‘man’ might seem to imply the same thing, but upon closer inspection, the difference was huge—the latter usually meant they had been intimate, while the former not necessarily so.
Xiao Fangfang was close to a breakdown. If it wasn’t for Zhang Bowen’s presence, she would have lost her temper.
Zhang Bowen had the look of someone who had accidentally swallowed a fly—unable to swallow it, yet unable to spit it out. He mumbled a few embarrassed words and quickly fled the scene.
“Please, can’t you have a bit of gentlemanly demeanor?”
“Gentlemanly demeanor depends on the person in question. Take a look for yourself.”
Ye Xiong gestured towards an area, where the previously embarrassed Zhang Bowen was now nonchalantly chatting up another woman, scantily clad. They stood at a distance from each other, a clear sign they had just met and were at the stage of getting to know each other better.
Xiao Fangfang was immediately disgusted, recognizing that this type of man was the typical playboy.
They had just chosen a table when suddenly, someone took a seat next to them.
Her hair coiled up, clad in a purple dress, her jade-like hands holding the menu on the table, she spoke to the waiter, “I’ll have one of these, thank you!”
Ye Xiong looked up and was instantly shocked. Yang Xinyi had already sat down quietly like a princess, yet dazzling like an empress.
She lacked Xiao Fangfang’s wildness and her figure wasn’t as explosive. She wasn’t showing too much skin, but the moment she sat down, she immediately captured Ye Xiong’s attention.
It was an inherent charisma, something that lay in her very bones, unaffected by her outward dress.
“Tonight Xinyi invited you, else did you really think I’d wait for you at that lousy construction site all afternoon? Who do you think you are?” Xiao Fangfang gave Ye Xiong a disdainful look.
