My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 127: 0127: Reuniting with Yang Xiaoqiao_1

Chapter 127: Chapter 0127: Reuniting with Yang Xiaoqiao_1
Ye Xiong laughed, a laugh so sinister.

Why are women nowadays so shameless?

Women like Wang Yuezhen, who had been played with by countless men, who knows to what extent she’d been wrecked by Zhao Hu. Did a woman like her even deserve to be fought over by him?

Where did she get that sense of superiority?

Or did she believe that he’d never encountered a woman in his life?

“Then give us a striptease,” Ye Xiong said lazily.

Then he shouted to the men all around, “Sister Zhen is going to perform a striptease for us all, what do you say, good or not?”

“Good!”

The booming response arose.

Wang Yuezhen, who climbed up the ranks by selling her body and ashamed many, but could not be denied, did possess a certain charm.

A free striptease, which man wouldn’t want to watch?

“You… you’re despicable,” Wang Yuezhen cooed.

Ye Xiong, seeing her affected manner, felt a surge of disgust.

“All you wanted was to use me to escape Zhao Hu’s control. Women like you would sell your bodies without end for gain and betray their masters at any given moment. When it comes to being despicable, I am not one ten-thousandth as bad as you.”

Wang Yuezhen had been certain that she could ensnare this handsome young man and was completely taken by surprise when he turned the tables on her like this.

She always thought she was using him but found herself played instead.

“Brother Hu, I’m sorry, he forced me,” Wang Yuezhen apologized to Brother Hu as she approached him.

Without the protection of the big tree that was Ye Xiong, she couldn’t imagine the torment Brother Hu would subject her to upon her return.

“You want to come back to my side, fine, beg me!” Brother Hu demanded ferociously.

His girlfriend had brazenly taken up with another man, causing him to lose face. If he took her back, how could he possibly continue to mix in the underworld?

“Brother Hu, I was wrong, please forgive me!”

Wang Yuezhen knelt down with a thud, appearing pitifully distressing.

Slap!

A harsh slap swelled her cheek as Brother Hu cursed loudly, “Wang Yuezhen, don’t you try that trick on me, it won’t work.”

“Brother Hu, I was wrong,” Wang Yuezhen continued to kowtow, begging for forgiveness.

Watching this scene, Ye Xiong felt a wave of revulsion.

He began to grow tired of these women.

Remembering Yang Xinyi, a sense of loss unavoidably filled his heart.

He couldn’t deny it, his treatment of Wang Yuezhen was largely motivated by revenge.

Revenge for Yang Xinyi’s mercilessness, for Luo Weiwei’s mockery, venting the resentment he felt towards them onto Wang Yuezhen.

Wang Yuezhen was merely a pitiful scapegoat.

The pleasure of mocking others had faded as well.

It seemed that in this world, only Sister Hua was truly good to him.

“Big brother, wait a moment.”

Just as Ye Xiong walked a few steps, Yang Xiaofeng hurried over, saying, “Thank you for helping me, or else I would have been in deep trouble tonight.”

“You think Brother Hu would give you half a million?” Ye Xiong scoffed.

“We signed a contract; if he doesn’t pay, he can’t hold his head up in the underworld.”

“Wake up. Street racing is illegal; your contract has no legal standing. If you lose and don’t pay, they can have dozens of men take you out in minutes. If you win and they don’t pay, what can you do? You can’t beat them, nor can you sue them.”

Yang Xiaofeng fell silent. He had contemplated the consequences, but he was desperate for the money and had no choice.

Just then, a women’s motorcycle approached from the distance and stopped right in front of Yang Xiaofeng.

From the bike, a plainly dressed but charismatic girl stepped down and yelled at Yang Xiaofeng.

“How many times have I told you not to touch racing again? Do you want to anger Dad to death before you’re satisfied?”

The newcomer was none other than Yang Xiaofeng’s sister, Yang Xiaoqiao.

She was dressed as simply as ever.

“Sis, I’m doing this to help raise money for Dad’s surgery,” Yang Xiaofeng replied weakly, seemingly afraid of his sister.

“I’ve already raised enough money. I called you several times, but you didn’t pick up or call back. If I hadn’t asked around, I wouldn’t have known you were here racing with others,” Yang Xiaoqiao said angrily.

“Sis, you borrowed the money?” Yang Xiaofeng asked joyously, “Where did you borrow it from?”

“I ran into a sucker,” Yang Xiaoqiao said casually.

Ye Xiong’s face turned dark. He had generously lent her hundreds of thousands, only for her not only to be ungrateful but also to treat him like a sucker, and in front of him no less—it was quite hurtful.

What made him speechless was that he was clearly standing beside Yang Xiaofeng, yet Yang Xiaoqiao never once looked his way from beginning to end, not even a single glance, completely ignoring him as if he were transparent.

Women, indeed, are all no good—the prettier they are, the more deceptive.

“Sis, don’t you recognize him?”

Fearful of being scolded by his sister, Yang Xiaofeng hastily pointed to Ye Xiong beside him.

Just now, Ye Xiong had claimed to be his brother-in-law; now that he was caught red-handed, Yang Xiaofeng wanted to see how he’d get out of this one.

Only then did Yang Xiaoqiao turn her gaze towards Ye Xiong. When she clearly saw his face, she was taken aback.

She had never expected to encounter Ye Xiong here.

Remembering the agreement between them, Yang Xiaoqiao’s face turned crimson, and she hesitated to speak, looking indescribably delicate and beautiful.

Seeing this, Ye Xiong sneered.

He hadn’t lent her the money expecting to receive her first time; he’d done it simply because he liked her appearance.

Even if she had actually been willing to go to a hotel with him and offer her first time, Ye Xiong wouldn’t have taken it.

If you like someone, you want to win their heart. What’s the point if it’s just for their body?

“Sis, he isn’t really my brother-in-law, is he?” Yang Xiaofeng instinctively asked, having never seen his sister with such an expression.

“What are you babbling about? Who said he’s your brother-in-law?” Yang Xiaoqiao, her face red with anger, finally turned her attention to him and asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”

Ye Xiong didn’t respond but instead stretched out his hand.

“What for?”

“Return the card.”

Yang Xiaoqiao took out the bank card and handed it over, saying, “I spent a total of 520,000. I will make sure to pay you back the rest of the money.”

Her reply meant she didn’t want to settle the debt with her body anymore.

Women are indeed all liars. What about the promised one night for 500,000?

“Yang Xiaofeng, how much did Zhao Hu lose to you?” Ye Xiong turned his head and asked Yang Xiaofeng.

“500,000!” Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled by his sudden question.

“Your sister owes me 520,000. I’ll go ask Zhao Hu for 500,000 now, and make sure you pay back the remaining 20,000 soon,” Ye Xiong told Yang Xiaoqiao.

After speaking, he didn’t look directly at Yang Xiaoqiao again and turned to walk towards Zhao Hu.

Yang Xiaoqiao watched his retreating figure, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed. She had been afraid that he would force her to give up her first time, but not only had he never mentioned it, but his gaze also showed contempt.

As if she meant so little to him.

Yang Xiaoqiao felt an unexplained tightness in her chest.

This guy seemed a bit different from the other men who had bothered her in the past.