My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 137: 137: Slapping Faces Feels Good_1

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Slapping Faces Feels Good_1
Wang Jun was a jeweler with two gold shops in Huadu, making him a bit of a local tycoon; he did have a wealth of tens of millions.

He was satisfied with every aspect of his life: fame, power, wealth. He might not have been the richest, but he could still lead a carefree and extravagant life.

What he was most dissatisfied with was that his wife was a plain Jane, and even a few years older than him.

At general gatherings with friends, he never took his wife with him, fearing it would be an embarrassment.

Others’ wives, even if not beautiful, could at least apply some makeup, dress up a bit, and look presentable in public; his wife, on the other hand, even if done up by a professional makeup artist, still looked like a ghost.

At some relative’s banquets or on important occasions, he begrudgingly had to take his wife out, and those were the moments he felt particularly ashamed.

Who doesn’t want a beautiful wife?

After learning that Du Yuehua’s husband had died, Wang Jun, like someone who had found a treasure, hastily divorced his own wife and then joined the many men pursuing Du Yuehua.

He knew he was older and couldn’t compete with the young men, so he fully utilized his special skill… shamelessness.

He sent flowers by day and waited outside her company by night, despite Du Yuehua never accepting once; he was relentless.

He wasn’t faithful; faithfulness was for idiots. In private, he was pursuing several beautiful young girls at the same time.

Cast a wide net and there’s bound to be a catch.

Indeed, just two months ago, he managed to hook a gold-digger and had his way with her for two months.

He never would have imagined that his laxness during those two months would allow someone to swoop in on Du Yuehua, and it was a guy who looked like a pretty boy.

He was furious. Had he known earlier, he would have dumped the gold-digger sooner, not lingered for so long.

What he hated most was that Du Yuehua actually defended that man, insulting him in the process, which completely enraged him.

“Du Yuehua, I remember you once said you would never find another man in your life, so how come it’s been less than a year since Ruan Jingyang died and you’ve already hooked up with a pretty boy? Couldn’t handle the loneliness and emptiness at night, could you?” Wang Jun sneered.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Du Yuehua’s face changed.

Initially, when Ruan Jingyang died, she indeed considered not seeking another man and devoted all her attention to Youyou. It was just that she hadn’t anticipated meeting Ye Xiong, the lady-killer, oh no, the jerk.

He was like Cupid’s arrow, piercing her heart in an instant, making her forget everything else. Now, embarrassed and infuriated by Wang Jun’s words, she felt awkward.

“What, did I hit a nerve?” Wang Jun, filled with both jealousy and hate, thought to himself that if he couldn’t have that woman, he wouldn’t let her be happy either. “I thought you were so noble, but in the end, you’re just like those tiger-like women. Can’t stand a few days without a man, you start to itch and become promiscuous. Kid, how many times a day does she milk you, is it comfortable? Is she down there as wide as a bucket…”

Before he could finish, a fist flew towards him, landing squarely on his left eye socket.

“You dare hit me…”

Smack!

The second punch struck his right eye.

“I’ve put up with you for a long time.”

Ye Xiong punched Wang Jun in the stomach, doubling him over, then pressed down with his leg, pinning him to the ground.

Then, his fists rained down on his head like droplets in a storm.

To deal with such a shameless man, the most effective method was a simple one: to beat him up.

Only after Wang Jun’s face swelled up like a pig’s head did Ye Xiong stop, turning to Du Yuehua at his side and saying, “Do you want to give him a kick? It’s quite satisfying.”

“Won’t there be any trouble?” After all, hitting someone was against the law, and Du Yuehua was still a little worried.

“I’ve been in so many fights in Fuhua Hotel, injured dozens of people. Have you ever seen me get in trouble?” Ye Xiong said, puffing with anger.

Although Du Yuehua found his argument sound, being a lady of a reputable family and accustomed to decorum, she had never hit anyone before and still dared not to make a move.

“Come on, give it a kick. It really feels good,” Ye Xiong coaxed earnestly.

“I don’t want to,” Du Yuehua shook her head.

“It’s really satisfying, even better than sex.”

At that, Du Yuehua was a bit tempted. Wang Jun’s words had almost infuriated her to death, and she still felt a tightness in her chest. So she tentatively delivered a kick.

After kicking, she took a deep breath and seemed to release quite a bit of her anger.

“It does seem to feel better,” Du Yuehua said.

“Continue,” Ye Xiong made a welcoming gesture with his hand.

What followed was a shocking scene.

Du Yuehua kicked out one foot after another, starting off light and slow. Then, she sped up, and by the end, she was kicking even harder than Wang Jun had been, like a shrew.

“That’s for insulting me, I’ll kick you to death.”

“Whether I find a man or not is none of your damn business, mind your own business.”

“Even if I am lonely and empty, it’s not your place to comfort me, and you should take a look at your own pig-like face.”

“So what if I’m itchy and promiscuous? Can you control it?”

“…”

The high heels hitting Wang Jun’s body made him beg for mercy nonstop, and Du Yuehua’s vicious appearance made Ye Xiong’s butt clench. He instinctively took two steps back.

Every woman harbors a devil inside her heart.

The devilish nature of Sister Hua was just too strong!

Seeing Wang Jun gasping for breath on the ground, Ye Xiong hurriedly pulled Du Yuehua away. Another kick might have killed Wang Jun.

“Damn, how dare you insult me!” Du Yuehua finally stopped, albeit reluctantly.

She even cursed. Could she be possessed by a devil?

Ye Xiong took two steps back and weakly said, “Sister Hua, you’re not going to go into that violent mode again, are you?”

Only then did Du Yuehua fix her hair and return to her gentle and refined demeanor, saying awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I got a bit too excited just now.”

Ye Xiong let out a sigh of relief. It seemed her rampage mode was as rare as winning the lottery; otherwise, how could he continue living with her behaving like that every day?

“Feeling better?”

“Much better.”

“Then let’s go!” Ye Xiong took her hand, and the two of them headed toward where Youyou was playing.

“Sister Hua, do you know which part of what that guy said about you made me most uncomfortable?” Ye Xiong suddenly asked.

“When he called me promiscuous?” asked Du Yuehua.

“Wrong.”

With a serious expression and a tone of gravity, Ye Xiong said unhurriedly, “What I hate the most is him saying that your ‘down there’ is wider than a bucket, when it’s obviously so fine and narrow…”

“Get lost.”

The two continued their way toward Youyou.

After Youyou finished riding the merry-go-round, Ye Xiong lifted her down and kissed her on the face, saying with a smile, “Youyou, tired of playing? Come on, have some water.”

“Thank you, Uncle Xiong.”

“Don’t call me Uncle Xiong; it doesn’t sound nice. Call me Uncle Ye,” Ye Xiong pinched her cheek.

“No, I like calling you Uncle Xiong,” Xiao Youyou pouted.

“Why?”

“Because I like to watch ‘Boonie Bears’ and there’s a phrase in it that I really like.”

“Which phrase is that?” Ye Xiong curiously asked.

“To be a bear, you must look the part,” Youyou said earnestly.

Pfft!

Du Yuehua almost burst into laughter.

Ye Xiong was mortified, shooting her a glare.

Look at the little demon you’ve given birth to!