My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 133: 0133: Who Is It After All?_1

Chapter 133: Chapter 0133: Who Is It After All?_1
It seemed that the divorce had taken quite a toll on him.

“Since you want to drown your sorrows in alcohol, I might as well keep you company.”

They went back and forth, each matching the other, drink for drink.

Ye Xiong had no idea how long they had been drinking, nor how many glasses they had downed.

In the end, Luo Weiwei outdrank Ye Xiong and left him passed out.

Indeed, she lived up to her reputation of being immune to alcohol; he simply couldn’t outdo her.

Ye Xiong didn’t know how he got home. The lingering impression was that someone had carried him back.

Then, he had a dream.

A very shameful dream.

In the dream, he forced himself on Yang Xinyi, making her go through a living hell, desperately pleading for mercy.

Both were tightly entwined, their spirits and bodies fused as one, becoming true husband and wife.

The dream lasted an extremely long time; it even seemed to pause for a while, giving a very real experience.

The next morning, the first thing Ye Xiong did when he woke up was to check if he had a “wet dream.”

He pulled down his pants to look and found that there was no wet dream at all.

How strange!

How could such an intense dream not result in a wet dream?

Ye Xiong got out of bed and prepared to get dressed.

But when he saw his body in the mirror, he was startled.

All over his body were numerous red marks, as if scratched by a woman’s nails.

Could it be that last night’s events weren’t a dream, but that a woman had indeed been involved in such a crazy act with him?

Standing in front of the mirror, Ye Xiong was dumbfounded by the red marks on his body.

“Could it be Luo Weiwei?”

With that thought, Ye Xiong hurriedly went to look for Luo Weiwei but found she wasn’t in her room. Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Ye Xiong got dressed and went to open the door, only to find Luo Weiwei, already changed, waiting for him.

“Where did you sleep last night?” Ye Xiong asked tentatively.

“In the next room, where else do you think I’d be? You think I’d share a room with you?” Luo Weiwei rolled her eyes.

Ye Xiong had suspected it was her, but her demeanor now didn’t seem to fit the bill.

If it really had been her, would she be able to face him so nonchalantly?

Ye Xiong’s gaze fell to the area between her legs.

“What are you looking at, shameless,” Luo Weiwei scolded.

“Did anything happen last night?” Ye Xiong asked unwillingly to let it go.

“Yeah, you went crazy with the booze,” Luo Weiwei retorted.

“Did you take advantage of me when I was drunk and do something beastly to me?” Ye Xiong went straight to the point.

“Oh please, with that stamina of yours, you were dead drunk last night. You couldn’t even get it up — what could you have possibly done?” Luo Weiwei threw him a look of disdain.

“How do you know I couldn’t get it up?” Ye Xiong leapt to his feet as if his butt were on fire, yelling, “You took advantage of my drunkenness to peep at my body! You’re shameless, despicable. Tell me, what else did you do besides peeping?”

“I might as well have raped you,” said Luo Weiwei, rolling her eyes dismissively as she walked past him. “Hurry up and change, or I’ll make you take a cab back by yourself.”

Luo Weiwei’s attitude left Ye Xiong feeling baffled and even a bit frantic.

The dream last night was so intense; it was impossible for there to be no… aftermath.

After getting up, not only was there no… aftermath, but there were also many scratch marks on his body. If he hadn’t been in a life-or-death struggle with some woman, it simply wouldn’t have been possible.

“Could it have been myself touching myself!”

Just thinking about that scenario gave Ye Xiong goosebumps.

After checking out of the hotel, Luo Weiwei sat on a sofa in the lobby.

Ye Xiong paid special attention to her way of walking. Logically, if she was the one who had gone crazy with him last night, her walk would definitely be a bit off.

But despite scrutinizing her for a long while, he saw nothing amiss in Luo Weiwei’s movements.

“Can you stop being so shameless, where are you even looking?”

Luo Weiwei couldn’t help blowing up when she saw him staring at her legs all this time.

“Weiwei, was it you who took me back to the hotel last night?” Ye Xiong asked, refusing to give up.

This was a question he had to clear up; it was like a stone hanging over his heart, causing him great discomfort.

“You were drunk as a dead pig; I couldn’t possibly carry you. In the end, I had no choice but to call your wife,” explained Luo Weiwei.

“Xinyi came over?” Ye Xiong jumped in fright. “Who asked you to meddle so much?”

“How was I supposed to know you were divorced? Besides, without anyone else to help, how could I, a woman, get you back on my own?” Luo Weiwei responded.

There clearly was an issue with that statement. The last time she went to the provincial capital with Ye Xiong, she had managed to carry him by herself for quite a long time.

But at the moment, Ye Xiong didn’t think too much about it; his mind was overwhelmed with chaotic thoughts.

He was certain that last night had been a case of drunk debauchery, but whether it was with Yang Xinyi or not, he couldn’t be sure.

“When did she leave?” Ye Xiong asked.

“I called her at one in the morning. She intended to take you home initially, but since she mentioned the divorce and how it was inappropriate, we had to take you to the hotel. As for when she left, I have no idea; I went back to sleep after we got you into your room,” she said.

Luo Weiwei gave a brief rundown of the events.

Hearing her say this, it was very likely that he had taken advantage of Yang Xinyi in his drunken state last night.

Ye Xiong felt like slapping himself hard.

They were already divorced; how could such a thing still happen?

But this was just speculation, whether it had actually been with Yang Xinyi, he couldn’t be sure.

It seemed, he needed to find a chance to ask her.

“Where to?” Luo Weiwei asked.

“Take me back to the hotel,” Ye Xiong said.

“You drive.” Luo Weiwei tossed the keys to him.

Ye Xiong found it a bit strange. She was usually very afraid of him driving. Ever since that time he drove her car and she ended up throwing up from his wild driving, she never let him touch her car again. How come she suddenly let him drive now?

Ye Xiong got in the car and called out, “Come on in, but I warn you, don’t take advantage of me.”

Maybe it was psychological, but Ye Xiong noticed that Luo Wei seemed to move a bit unnaturally when she climbed into the car, even furrowing her brow slightly as if it hurt.

This discovery unsettled Ye Xiong again.

Could it really have been Luo Weiwei last night?

“Damn it, who slept with me last night?” Ye Xiong inwardly screamed.