My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 128: 0128: Brother Xiong Is in a Bad Mood_1

Chapter 128: Chapter 0128: Brother Xiong Is in a Bad Mood_1
“Xiaofeng, what’s his name?” Yang Xiaoqiao asked, looking at Ye Xiong’s retreating figure.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Yang Xiaofeng said, surprised by her question. “Didn’t he lend you five hundred thousand? You can’t possibly not know his name, can you?”

“Who says you have to know the name of someone who lends you money?” Yang Xiaoqiao huffed.

Yang Xiaofeng was speechless. His sister was really putting herself on a pedestal.

“Someone lends you money and you don’t even bother to ask their name, isn’t that a bit rude?”

“If he didn’t tell me, why should I ask?”

“My sister, this pride and arrogance deep in your bones have driven away every good man. Yang Xiaofeng said irritably.

“He’s just a pervert,” Yang Xiaoqiao didn’t believe at all.

The first time she met him, he asked her how much dumplings cost for a night, the second time she saw him drunk at a hotel, and now, she saw him at the racing track with unsavory characters. Every time she encountered him, it was in a situation she despised the most.

“He is not a pervert at all. Wang Yuezhen came to deliver goods just now, and he didn’t even give her a proper look. How could someone like him be a pervert? Although Wang Yuezhen is a bit cheap, her figure is no joke, driving countless men crazy, yet he wasn’t interested at all. How could he be called a pervert?”

“Wang Yuezhen delivered herself to him, and he didn’t take it?” Yang Xiaoqiao asked dubiously.

Because her brother liked racing, Yang Xiaoqiao had been to the racing track a few times to find him and had seen Wang Yuezhen acting as a promo girl. The woman was mature, voluptuous, and pretty—she definitely had the physical assets.

She couldn’t believe that the pervert could resist her charm.

“Sis, for someone to treat you like that and you don’t even know their name, that’s quite hurtful, isn’t it?”

Yang Xiaofeng told Yang Xiaoqiao everything that had happened on the mountain, without omitting a single detail.

“He really warned Zhao Hu not to touch me?”

“Everyone around heard it. If you don’t believe it, you can ask them.”

Yang Xiaoqiao looked at Ye Xiong’s distant figure, not expecting that he had done so much for her in secret. Had it not been for him, her brother would have owed a huge sum of money, and Zhao Hu might have even come to her school to grab her.

It was he who saved her from a disaster.

“Zhao Mao, come here,” Ye Xiong called out to Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu, seeing the Chaos Devil return, knew trouble was brewing but still obediently went over and asked with a smile, “Big brother, any orders?”

“Transfer the money you lost to Yang Xiaofeng to this card number.” Ye Xiong took out a bank card, wrote a number, and handed it to him: “It must be deposited within a day or don’t even think about staying in Jiangnan City.”

“I’ll transfer it, definitely,” Zhao Hu took the piece of paper, nodding and bowing.

But he thought to himself, only a fool would actually transfer the money.

“My name is Ye Xiong. You can find me at Mingyang International Hotel,” Ye Xiong revealed his identity.

Hearing this name, Zhao Hu’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

Jiangnan City was only so big, and Ye Xiong’s reputation was well-known. How could Zhao Hu not be aware? He never imagined that he would provoke such a formidable figure.

Even He Haodong was played to death by him; someone insignificant like him would be instantly overpowered.

“So it’s President Ye. I will make sure to return the money on time without delay. If there’s a chance, I’ll take my brothers to the hotel to pay a visit. I hope President Ye will look after us in the future,” Zhao Hu said, nodding and bowing even more.

Who didn’t know Ye Xiong’s influence in Mingyang International Hotel? Zhao Hu dared not provoke the Demon King. If he could establish a relationship, it would be like having an extra life-saving measure.

“Remember to transfer the money.”

After saying that, Ye Xiong was ready to leave when suddenly Yang Xiaoqiao’s voice came from behind: “Hey, wait a minute.”

She caught up from behind, walked beside Ye Xiong, looked at him, and hesitated to speak.

“If you have something to say, just say it. I’m in a hurry,” Ye Xiong said indifferently.

“Thank you,” Yang Xiaoqiao said softly.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

“I said thank you, are you satisfied now?” Yang Xiaoqiao’s voice raised a decibel.

“If you thank me like that, you might as well not say anything at all; I’d at least think you had some backbone,” Ye Xiong sneered.

“I’ve already thanked you, what else do you want? Do you want me to sleep with you to make you satisfied?” Yang Xiaoqiao said angrily.

“Gratitude is shown with the heart, not with the mouth.”

Ye Xiong had been feeling irritable these past few days as the women around him had been nothing but trouble.

Yang Xinyi was dating another man, Luo Weiwei had deceived him, dumping him in the wilderness, and Wang Yuezhen he met wanted to use him.

Lending money to Yang Xiaoqiao, instead of being grateful, she treated him like a cash cow.

These women, why do they enjoy playing with men so much?

“Enough already, do you really think you’re worth half a million with your attitude? For half a million, I could have hundreds of women,” he said.

Ye Xiong looked at her prideful face, a cold sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth.

“You think you’re so great, don’t you? Stop pretending to be so noble all the time, as if you’re above everyone else, when in fact you’re more insecure than anyone.”

“You’re like a porcupine, exposing all your bristles. Once those bristles are plucked, you’re nothing, just emptiness.”

“You must not have many friends, because of your pitiable temper that is both inferior and arrogant, blocking everyone out. When people are good to you, you suspect they have ulterior motives; when they’re not, you think they’re unworthy of your time. That’s why you’re so alone.”

“What are you staring at? Did I say something wrong? Forget it, I shouldn’t meddle in others’ affairs. Just remember to pay back the twenty thousand you owe me.”

After venting a load of insults at Yang Xiaoqiao, making her feel utterly worthless, Ye Xiong finally felt a bit better.

Indeed, the best way to vent seemed to be cursing others.

Yang Xiaoqiao didn’t say a word while being cursed, just glaring at him. When Ye Xiong finished, she found a tear swirling in her eyes, as if about to spill over.

She looked especially vulnerable, a sight that would make a man want to protect her.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiong had been deceived before and was scared to trust. Who knew if her demeanor was just for show?

He turned around and left.

Without a shred of pity, he left behind only one sentence, “Stop faking it; even if you cry, you still have to pay back those twenty thousand.”

After speaking, he quickly disappeared from sight.

Yang Xiaofeng had been listening to Ye Xiong berating Yang Xiaoqiao from a distance, and only after he had left did he rush over to find his sister in tears, immediately becoming furious.

“Sis, that bastard made you cry; how could he insult you so directly? I’ll get someone to beat him up for you,” Yang Xiaofeng said indignantly.

“Do you also think that your sister has so many faults?” Yang Xiaoqiao asked her brother seriously.

Yang Xiaofeng scratched his head and asked with a chuckle, “Sis, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”

“Nonsense.”

“Actually, what that guy just said was pretty accurate.”

Yang Xiaofeng took two steps back, ready to run at any moment.

In the past, every time he pointed out her faults, his sister would blow up at him.

This time, however, Yang Xiaoqiao didn’t explode but asked seriously, “Tell me, where was he right?”