My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 101 - 0101: Are You Going to Fight or Not_1

Chapter 101: Chapter 0101: Are You Going to Fight or Not_1

He was dead serious, looking completely at ease—if Yang Xinyi didn’t already know his true nature, she would have thought he was telling the truth.

“What exactly will it take for you to agree to a divorce?” Yang Xinyi said, anger causing her chest to heave.

“Wife, you should know how much damage a divorce would inflict upon me, so I am absolutely against it. If you insist, I respect your choice, but I must be compensated for the loss of my youth, reputation, and sperm. I don’t need much, just ten billion should do it,” Ye Xiong said.

“Ten billion, you might as well go rob a bank,” Yang Xinyi retorted furiously.

“If you don’t agree, then let’s not divorce. I’m a bit tired now, I’ll head upstairs,” Ye Xiong said, and then ran upstairs like a shot.

“Shameless.”

Seeing him like this, Yang Xinyi couldn’t help but let a bitter smile slip onto her lips.

The next day, Ye Xiong got up just after six o’clock, sneaking downstairs without even eating breakfast.

Stealing Yang Xinyi’s car keys, Ye Xiong made a beeline for the garage and drove off in the luxury car worth over eight million.

He was so sneaky because on one hand, he was afraid of running into Yang Xinyi and having to deal with the divorce again; on the other, he knew well enough that if he asked to borrow her car, she would refuse, so it was better to just take it without asking.

Today, he was determined to sell his charms and seduce He Mengji.

Last night, he studied the information Luo Weiwei had sent over. It showed that He Mengji had never killed a Huaxia Country person. The bomb she threatened him with yesterday could have been real, but it wasn’t—she didn’t want to injure innocents accidentally.

This He Mengji was not like her brother, He Haodong, a man who would do anything to get his way. She was willing to kill, but she had her principles.

And that was one of the reasons Ye Xiong wanted to seduce her.

If a problem could be solved by seduction, why resort to violence?

Driving the luxury car worth over eight million, Ye Xiong felt so smug that every hair on his head seemed to stand on end.

Learning from past mistakes, once inside the car, Ye Xiong first removed the listening device and heaved a sigh of relief.

If Yang Xinyi learned he had taken her pride and joy to pick up girls, she’d definitely chop him to pieces.

First, he went to a big mall where he spent several thousand yuan on a new outfit. Then he went to a beauty center for a facial, styled his hair until it was shining, and bought a pair of sunglasses. Only then did he drive to the Fuhua Grand Hotel.

Since the death of He Haodong, Fuhua Grand Hotel had fallen into disarray. The XiBei Guild’s goons had long dispersed, and the security guards, despirited, were all over the place, none paying any attention to his arrival.

When the bough breaks, the monkeys scatter—how sad.

Ye Xiong found a spot to sit down, and a waitress came over to ask, “Sir, may I take your order?”

“A cup of hot milk and two beef burgers…”

“Are you the Chaos Devil?” The waitress almost screamed upon recognizing Ye Xiong’s voice.

After two major disturbances at the Fuhua Hotel, all the employees there had come to equate Ye Xiong with the Demon King, someone to fear on sight.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time eating here,” Ye Xiong pushed up his glasses, covering his eyes completely.

Chaos Devil, who came up with that name for me? Too tacky, Ye Xiong inwardly scoffed.

“Sorry, my mistake,” the waitress said, visibly relieved. “Seeing how mature and generous you appear, sir, how could you be that thug?”

“So I’m not the Chaos Devil but now I’m a thug?” Ye Xiong’s face darkened.

“That guy has a bunch of nicknames: Chaos Devil and thug are just a couple. There’s also Show-Off Offender, Freeloader King… Honestly, there are too many to count.”

Ye Xiong was speechless, not realizing he had become so notorious in the Fuhua Grand Hotel.

Just after finishing breakfast, a woman with an unordinary demeanor walked in, immediately catching Ye Xiong’s eye.

Every person has their own aura.

Some people conquer audiences with their voice, stunning everyone the moment they speak, like famous presenters.

Some people conquer with a look, instilling fear in their opponents, like that of well-known sports stars.

Some people conquer others with their aura.

The woman who appeared before him gave off that exact vibe.

She wasn’t particularly beautiful, her looks being slightly above average, but the aura she carried made one dare not underestimate her.

Ye Xiong had never encountered such a strange woman; her eyes seemed able to see through everything, leaving nowhere to hide.

Feeling scrutinized, He Mengji’s eyes shot like lightning in Ye Xiong’s direction, and if it weren’t for his quick reflexes, he would have been spotted already.

This woman was indeed no ordinary individual.

A young man with a buzz cut followed He Mengji, exuding a dense killer’s aura, the sort that could only be shaped through countless killings. The moment Ye Xiong saw him, he knew this person was a skilled fighter.

He Mengji stayed at the hotel for less than two hours before she came down, the buzz-cut young man still following her.

It was only when she descended from the upper floor that Ye Xiong stood up and headed toward the main entrance.

After He Mengji came out, she drove away in her car, with Ye Xiong following her leisurely in his luxury vehicle.

“Master, someone is tailing us.”

Thirteen looked at Ye Xiong’s Porsche through the rearview mirror.

“Stop at the intersection ahead and see who it is,” He Mengji ordered.

The car took a turn and stopped, Thirteen got out of the car, walked to the side of the road, and gestured for Ye Xiong to stop.

“Get out,” Thirteen said, knocking on the window.

“Brother, what can I do for you?” Ye Xiong rolled down the window.

“Is it you?”

Catching a clear view of Ye Xiong, Thirteen’s killer intent flared up instantly.

“Shit, you can recognize me like this?” Ye Xiong took off his glasses, incredulous.

He had changed into clothes that resembled those of a second-generation rich kid and cut his hair. Moreover, he had put on large sunglasses, and yet this guy had identified him at a glance. It seems he had done his research well.

“We haven’t even come to settle the score with you, and here you are, showing up on your own, asking for a beating,” Thirteen said and was about to viciously kick the car door.

“Stop, I’ll get out and fight you,” Ye Xiong hurriedly said.

If his car was damaged by this guy, Yang Xinyi would fight him to the death.

Ye Xiong parked the car by the roadside, straightened up his clothes, and then walked toward Thirteen with a smile.

Thirteen assumed a fighting stance, ready to strike.

“Hold on,” Ye Xiong shouted.

Thirteen instinctively stopped, looking at him curiously.

The guy in front of him didn’t match the rumors at all.

According to the rumors, the one who killed He Haodong was a ruthless and cunning person.

But now, the guy in front of him didn’t resemble that description; instead, he seemed more like a slick second-generation rich kid.

If Thirteen hadn’t closely studied Ye Xiong’s face and wasn’t familiar with his features, he would have thought he had mistaken someone else for Ye Xiong.

“Are you planning to fight or not?” Thirteen asked impatiently.

If it weren’t for the fact that this guy seemed quite agreeable, had a good temper, and welcomed him with a smile, Thirteen would have attacked already.

As the saying goes, a fist does not strike a smiling face.

“The sun is scorching. How about we find a place first, have a cold drink, wait until it’s cooler, and then fight, okay?” Ye Xiong suggested.