My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 99: I Want to Be Alone_1
“What is this music? It’s so awful,” Luo Weiwei cursed.

“This is Chopin’s ‘Funeral March’, used to pay tribute to the deceased,” the knowledgeable Yang Xinyi replied.

“He Mengji playing this piece in the fake bomb is clearly getting ready to avenge her brother. That crazy woman, who knows what she’ll do,” Luo Weiwei swore.

“Who is He Mengji?” Yang Xinyi asked curiously.

“She’s He Haodong’s sister, she thinks He Haodong was killed by Ye Xiong. She’s come back from abroad to take revenge on Ye Xiong,” Luo Weiwei explained.

“Did you really kill He Haodong?” Yang Xinyi looked at Ye Xiong.

“Although I really wanted to kill him, someone else did it before I could lay a hand on him,” Ye Xiong replied.

Yang Xinyi had actually been afraid that Ye Xiong would act, and now she let out a sigh of relief.

“Even though He Haodong was a bad guy, killing is still wrong. Leave it to the police,” Yang Xinyi said.

“I’m a good person, how could I kill someone,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

Luo Weiwei’s mouth twitched at the side, and she rolled her eyes.

The number of people who had died at this guy’s hands yesterday almost reached fifty, yet he insisted he wouldn’t kill anyone.

Bold-faced lies.

To her utter surprise, judging by the look on Yang Xinyi’s face, she actually believed it.

“Since you didn’t kill He Haodong, just explain it to that woman and that should be enough,” Yang Xinyi said.

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“He Mengji won’t believe it. When He Haodong was taken by Ye Xiong, a lot of people saw it. When he was killed, only Ye Xiong and I were there, she definitely won’t believe it,” Luo Weiwei stated.

“It’s just a woman, no need to be so nervous.”

Ye Xiong’s mouth twitched as he said to Luo Weiwei, “You go back to the police station first, send me all of He Mengji’s information.”

“Be careful, call me immediately if anything happens. This is Huaxia, she wouldn’t dare to mess around like she does abroad,” said Luo Weiwei, and then she turned and left.

Watching Luo Weiwei’s retreating figure, Yang Xinyi gave Ye Xiong a white look and said resentfully, “Hooked up with another policewoman, I didn’t expect you to be so capable.”

As a woman, Yang Xinyi was very sensitive. From their short interaction just now, she could feel that Luo Weiwei’s feelings for Ye Xiong had surpassed those of a regular friendship.

“Your husband has always been a hot commodity, don’t know how many beauties are scrambling for him, except you don’t care,” Ye Xiong giggled, sitting down beside Yang Xinyi. “Wife, are you jealous?”

“Do you think I look jealous right now?” Yang Xinyi turned her head to look at him.

“Let me see,” Ye Xiong stared intently into her eyes.

So there they were, gazing into each other’s eyes, like opposing armies in stand-off.

At first, Yang Xinyi was quite calm, but after a minute, her eyes started to dodge, and after two minutes, she retreated.

“I’ve never seen a man as shameless as you, staring at someone like that, and not even embarrassed.”

“Still claiming you’re not jealous, but your face is all red,” Ye Xiong pointed at her face, laughing heartily.

He shouldn’t have said anything, but once he did, Yang Xinyi’s face became even redder, feeling hot on her cheeks.

Just now, when she was looking at Ye Xiong, she didn’t know why, but her heart rate had started to increase rapidly, something that had never happened before.

“Take back that heartless guise, I don’t like it,” Yang Xinyi glared at him fiercely.

Her angry look made her even more charming, and Ye Xiong, watching her, was somewhat mesmerized.

Suddenly, he remembered what Du Yuehua had told him last night.

“I heard from Sister Hua that you’re planning to take over Mingyang International Hotel?”

Yang Xinyi trembled at the question, and after a long pause, she said, “Yes, I’ve negotiated the terms with her. She will transfer the hotel to me, and then I will divorce you immediately, giving you back your freedom. Anyway, between us, it’s just a marriage contract. Now that He Haodong is dead, our mutual use for each other can end too.”

When saying these words, Yang Xinyi found her heart aching a bit, but she had no choice but to continue.

Because it was the truth, something bound to be faced sooner or later.

“Is that what you think?” Ye Xiong looked at her, the smile on his face ceased.

Yang Xinyi felt a chill from his stare, grew uneasy, and after a long pause, she hesitantly said, “Does it matter what I think? The key is what you think. After divorcing me, you can immediately marry Du Yuehua, acquire all of her family wealth, and the two of you can be together openly and rightfully. Isn’t that exactly what you want?”

“I don’t agree to the divorce,” Ye Xiong suddenly said.

“Why?” Yang Xinyi wondered.

With Du Yuehua being so wealthy, so talented, and so fond of him, even though she was a few years older than him, with today’s high divorce rates, nobody really cares about that anymore. She really couldn’t understand why Ye Xiong would refuse to divorce.

“Because I’m used to having you by my side,” Ye Xiong said earnestly.

Boom!

Yang Xinyi was completely dumbfounded; she hadn’t expected Ye Xiong to suddenly say something like that.

Her face turned as red as the sunset clouds, and in a moment, the redness spread to the base of her neck.

“Don’t think I’ll believe your ghost stories,” Yang Xinyi said in a fluster.

“I haven’t lied.”

“You are lying, it’s Du Yuehua you like, not me.”

Ye Xiong did not argue but proved himself with action.

He stepped forward, suddenly hugged Yang Xinyi, and pressed his lips onto hers.

Yang Xinyi was stunned.

Oh my, there went her first kiss.

That sweet, soft, romantic feeling made her whole body melt.

So this was what kissing felt like.

But the thought that he might have kissed Du Yuehua in the same way made Yang Xinyi’s heart ache.

Suddenly, Ye Xiong let out a cry of “Ah” and jumped back several steps.

“You damn dog, why did you bite me?” Ye Xiong stuck out his tongue, from which blood was now oozing.

“Who let you be so shameless, forcing a kiss on me, get out!” Yang Xinyi exclaimed with her face flushed red.

“Wife…”

“Please, just go out, will you? Let me have some peace.”

Ye Xiong wanted to say more, but he suddenly noticed a tear swirling in Yang Xinyi’s eyes, as though it was about to fall out, and the sight made it hard for him to bear.

Every woman is different in character.

Yang Xinyi herself was a very traditional girl, cold by nature. When it came to love, her views on feelings were very different from Du Yuehua’s.

Du Yuehua could tolerate other women around Ye Xiong; as long as she had a place in his heart and he truly loved her, she didn’t yearn to possess all of him.

But Yang Xinyi was different.

Proud and traditional, her view on love was that her man must be utterly faithful to her. A playboy like Ye Xiong was something she detested the most.

What felt tragic to her was that she found herself caring for this playboy more than she wanted to.

On one hand, she couldn’t tolerate Ye Xiong being with other women, and on the other hand, she found herself caring for him. These complicated emotions formed a struggle in her heart, causing the tears to fall involuntarily.

“Wife, whether you believe it or not, what I just said was true,” Ye Xiong finished, then left the office to give her space to think alone.