My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 25: Crescent Pendant_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They both ate their leafy vegetables simply, and Ye Xiong, for once, refrained from flirting.

Du Yuehua initially feared what might happen when a single man and woman were alone together in a house. She worried about what she would do if Ye Xiong really tried to…you know. Yet, to her surprise, after dinner, Ye Xiong suggested leaving.

Seeing the usually carefree Ye Xiong acting as if he had completely changed, Du Yuehua, for some reason, suddenly felt a pang of compassion.

Deep down, this man must have many untold stories.

“Ye Xiong, did I say something wrong?” Du Yuehua ventured.

Ye Xiong looked at Du Yuehua with eyes brimming with sorrow, but just when Du Yuehua was about to continue consoling him, he suddenly let out a puff of laughter.

“Sister Hua, how was that? Pretty good acting, huh!”

“You were just acting?” Du Yuehua’s face turned pale with astonishment.

This guy, to think she was worried about him, and he was just acting?

“If I didn’t act, how would I know how much my Sister Hua cares about me.” A smug smile spread across Ye Xiong’s face as he suddenly leaned in close to Du Yuehua, giggling, “After my little test, I finally know that Sister Hua cares about me.”

“I was afraid you’d die, and there would be no one to help with the hotel,” Du Yuehua eyed him coldly, irritation in her voice.

“Sister Hua, I secured the order tonight. Shouldn’t you fulfill your promise?”

“What promise? I don’t remember making one,” Du Yuehua avoided his gaze.

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“You agreed that if I landed the client, you would kiss me.”

Du Yuehua’s face turned red; she spat at him, scolding, “Who agreed to that? I’ve never made such a promise.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ye Xiong took out his phone and played a recording.

“I’ll be leaving first, remember our bet—you lose, you kiss me.”

“Fine, kiss, whatever, just go, there’s no time.”

Ye Xiong laughed triumphantly, “No comeback now, huh!”

Du Yuehua was speechless. She hadn’t expected Ye Xiong to stoop so low as to record their conversation for evidence; now she had no room to deny it.

“You could go back on your word—it seems few women nowadays keep their promises,” Ye Xiong sighed.

“Who says I’m reneging?” Du Yuehua stammered, embarrassment making her clumsy, “The contract isn’t sealed yet; nothing’s been finalized!”

“Then, we’ll wait until the contract is signed,” Ye Xiong chuckled.

Ye Xiong stepped out of the house, and his expression turned grave again.

He thought he had forgotten his fallen comrade, but now he saw it was impossible.

Feeling agitated, he drove his car towards the city’s most luxurious bar, Charisma.

At this moment, alcohol was the best healing agent, and as for his promise to Yang Xinyi, he had long since forgotten it.

After drinking, Ye Xiong checked the time; it was nearly half-past eleven, so he drove home. Yang Xinyi had given him a firm order: be home by midnight or don’t bother coming home at all.

After parking the car and entering, it was exactly eleven fifty-nine.

He turned on the lights in the living room, planning to go to his room to rest, when he suddenly noticed a cold figure seated on the sofa, silent as an Ice Mountain, saying nothing upon his return.

“Eleven fifty-nine, I’m not late, am I!” Ye Xiong said with a smile as he took a seat on the sofa.

Smelling a strong scent of alcohol, Yang Xinyi frowned and snapped, “You’ve been drinking?”

“Alcohol is a social necessity, how can I not drink?” Ye Xiong unabashedly let his gaze roam over her graceful, fragrant body, snickering with a smile, “Wife, staying up so late without sleeping, you must be missing me so much you can’t sleep.”

With every word he uttered, a whiff of alcohol seeped through, and Yang Xinyi couldn’t help but cover her nose as anger accumulated bit by bit. However, after a long while, she sighed heavily, a look of extreme disappointment spreading across her face.

The two of them were nothing more than a transaction, and even the hardest days were better than marrying He Haodong.

“For drinking tonight, a fine of one hundred thousand; for drinking my milk this morning, another hundred thousand. I wonder how much more of your money can be fined?” Yang Xinyi said icily.

“Hey, hey, I admit I broke the rules by drinking tonight, but this morning it was clearly you who drank my milk, trying to indirectly kiss me. How is that my fault? I refuse to accept this fine,” Ye Xiong said loudly.

“Dare to say that one more time.”

After drinking this guy’s milk this morning, Yang Xinyi vomited profusely for an entire morning and didn’t eat a thing for lunch or dinner. It was only at supper that she managed to have some porridge. He hadn’t mentioned it, but now that he did, her stomach seemed to roll again. She was mildly obsessed with cleanliness, and this was worse than killing her.

“Anyway, I refuse to accept this fine,” Ye Xiong stated.

“Accept it or not, you have to,” she said.

Yang Xinyi stood up after speaking, having lost all desire to settle accounts with him properly. The smell of alcohol made her already uncomfortable stomach feel even worse.

“Ye Xiong, what brings us together is merely a transaction. Without it, we are people from two different worlds. I hope you reflect on your identity and your responsibilities,” Yang Xinyi said before returning to her room.

Two different worlds?

What does it matter? You play the role of the Ice Mountain CEO, and I live a carefree life?

After showering, Ye Xiong lay on the bed, gently swaying a pendant in his hand.

The pendant was crescent-shaped, made with a base of White Jade, its edges studded with white diamonds, with a hollow center holding a piece of red Blood Jade. It looked very high-end; Ye Xiong had looked up its value—it was worth over ten million, not something an ordinary family could afford.

Gazing at the pendant, Ye Xiong’s eyes moistened with tears.

“Captain, help me find my sister… Take good care of her… I found out she was in Guangnan Province and planned to look for her after the mission… but I didn’t expect… this pendant… she has one too…”

In the two years since Qiao Yang’s death, Ye Xiong had searched all over Guangnan Province without finding any trace of Qiao Yang’s sister.

“Qiao Yang, rest assured, I will find your sister,” Ye Xiong clenched his fists tightly.

The next morning, Ye Xiong went down for breakfast and saw that Yang Xinyi was already sitting at the table.

“Good morning, wife,” Ye Xiong greeted.

Yang Xinyi didn’t even lift an eyebrow, acting as if she hadn’t heard him, cold as an Ice Mountain.

Ye Xiong assessed Yang Xinyi. Today, she wore a white shirt paired with long gray trousers, her hair swept up high. The outfit was very aloof, perfectly matching her image.

Wondering what such a woman would look like in bed…

With this thought, Ye Xiong’s eyes reflected a lecherous grin.

Yang Xinyi happened to look up at that moment and caught sight of his expression, her disgust intensifying.

“Wife, I suddenly feel like I’ve been duped,” Ye Xiong sighed and said, “When we first met, I thought you were gentle and understanding, which is why I married you. But now, I feel like there’s something wrong with you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re sick, seriously sick,” he said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a murderous look shot from Yang Xinyi’s face, which Ye Xiong totally ignored as he continued, “A woman with a cleanliness fetish like you, getting sick just from an indirect kiss—if you were to actually kiss a man one day, wouldn’t you be vomiting for three days and nights?”

“With a man I like, I wouldn’t,” Yang Xinyi said earnestly.

“Then I’ll work hard to make you not sick one day.”

“Dream on.”

“A man must have dreams, otherwise what’s the difference between him and a piece of dead wood?” Ye Xiong stood up, ready to leave for work, but couldn’t resist adding, “One day, you will fall in love with me.”