My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 221 - 0221 Husband and Wife (Part 1)_1

Chapter 221: Chapter 0221 Husband and Wife (Part 1)_1

“What are you doing?”

Yang Xinyi used her hand to push against his chest, preventing him from pressing down.

“Between husband and wife in bed, with the man on top and the woman below, what do you think can be done?” Ye Xiong laughed as he spoke.

“I don’t like it, get off,” Yang Xinyi commanded.

“You haven’t tried it, how do you know you don’t like it?” Ye Xiong chuckled wickedly.

“Why do I feel like you look so much like those rapists in movies right now?” Yang Xinyi glared at his leering face and scolded.

“Wife, it’s gotten to this point, and you still won’t submit to me?” Ye Xiong made a pained face.

“Not convenient, I have my period,” Yang Xinyi replied.

Ye Xiong’s mood plummeted as if he was in a plane crash?

Could it be such a coincidence?

She suddenly kicked up her foot, directly kicking Ye Xiong off the bed.

“Good for you, Yang Xinyi; there’s no period, and yet you dare to fool me. Do you believe I’ll take you by force?” Ye Xiong jumped up from the bed, pretending to look ferocious.

“You can try,” Yang Xinyi said, her gaze colder than Tianchi.

Immediately, Ye Xiong lost his temper.

Ever since that time he got drunk and took his wife for the first time, Ye Xiong always thought about it, even dreaming of loving his wife properly and slowly savoring the Ginseng Fruit that he had swallowed in one gulp previously.

Unexpectedly, at this point, Yang Xinyi was still unwilling to comply.

“Wife, with such a long night ahead of us, without finding something to do, how can we last until dawn?” Ye Xiong said.

“If you want to touch me, go register with me; otherwise, don’t even think about touching me,” Yang Xinyi declared once again.

“Alright, I’ll go register with you tomorrow, happy now?” Ye Xiong conceded, then climbed back up.

“You can touch me after we register, I’ll give myself to you tomorrow night, I mean what I say,” Yang Xinyi said.

Ye Xiong’s heart sank to the bottom in an instant, it seemed he wouldn’t get to eat the Ginseng Fruit tonight.

“Wife, I feel so frustrated, can you help me out?”

“How can I help?”

“There are many ways a woman can please a man, for example…”

Ye Xiong’s gaze fell on her slender and smooth hands.

“And for example…” said Ye Xiong as his eyes fell on her pink, plump, cherry lips.

Yang Xinyi was stunned for a moment, quickly catching on, and immediately felt disgusted. She kicked up and sent him flying off the bed again.

“You’re sentenced to sleep on the floor; dare to climb back into bed, and I’ll castrate you in the dead of night,” Yang Xinyi said, seething with anger.

Alas!

His wife’s personality was as cold as an iceberg, painfully traditional; when would he be able to train her to be like Wang Shu, skilled in all eighteen kinds of martial skills in bed?

The road to training was long and arduous!

Unable to taste the bittersweet fruit, Ye Xiong obediently found a blanket, spread it on the floor, and went to sleep.

The next morning, the five of them went downstairs to have breakfast.

“Ah Jun, now that you’re well, I’m relieved. There’s a lot of work waiting for me back in Capital City, and Yangyang needs to go back to school as well. We’ve booked our flight for this afternoon,” Ye Yuandong said after breakfast.

“Call me Ye Xiong; everyone is used to calling me that,” Ye Xiong said.

He used to be called Ye Jun, but since leaving the organization and returning to Jiangnan City, he had made himself a new ID card and household register, and was already accustomed to this name.

“Alright, Ah Xiong.” Ye Yuandong was somewhat disheartened.

He thought that Ye Xiong didn’t like him calling him by his old name because he still held a grudge against him.

“After breakfast, I’ll take you to the provincial city airport,” Ye Xiong said.

“Let the driver take us,” Ye Yuandong quickly said.

His displeasure vanished, and considering the six to seven-hour drive back from the provincial city, the fact that Ye Xiong was willing to drive him personally meant everything; it was the best expression of his feelings.

After breakfast, Ye Xiong drove Ye Yuandong and Yangyang to the airport in Yang Xinyi’s sports car that was worth over eight million.

When boarding the plane, Yangyang cried and clung to him, not wanting to leave until Ye Xiong promised to visit her in the Capital City whenever he was free. Finally, after much persuasion, she was coaxed onto the plane.

On the way back to Jiangnan City, Ye Xiong received a call from Yang Xinyi.

“How about getting registered this afternoon?” Yang Xinyi asked on the other end of the line.

He hadn’t been annoyed until she brought it up.

“No time,” he said, huffily.

“Are you planning on sleeping on the floor again tonight?” Yang Xinyi said triumphantly.

“Making love is noble; it’s a union of body and soul, a perfect elevation of emotions; it’s not a transaction,” Ye Xiong declared sternly with utmost righteousness. “You want to use marriage as a trade, insulting humanity’s noblest action—I absolutely won’t compromise on this.”

Yang Xinyi was completely overpowered by his argument.

Is there any man in the world with less integrity than this? Not willing to marry her, yet wanting to do what married couples do, and he had the gall to make it sound so honorable—who gave him such thick skin?

“With your mouth, you could twist right into wrong, dirty into pure,” Yang Xinyi was no fool and quickly thought of a comeback: “A great man once said, dating without the intent of marriage is hooliganism. Your idea of making love without the intent of marriage is beastly behavior. Anyway, in simple terms, if you don’t register with me, don’t even think about getting into this lady’s bed.”

“Pfft, as if there aren’t countless beauties out there waiting for this handsome guy to lie in their beds!” Ye Xiong retorted.

“You… depraved scum,” Yang Xinyi angrily hung up the call.

Ye Xiong turned off his mobile phone, whistled, and spoke smugly, “Make me stand guard over the heaven all night, and soon enough, if I don’t plow your rice field for a year and let it grow wild grass…”

By the time he returned to Jiangnan City, it was already three in the afternoon.

Ye Xiong didn’t have much to do, so he drove to the hospital to visit Sister Hua.

Sister Hua’s injuries would take a few more days to heal enough for her to be discharged from the hospital; her body wasn’t as freakishly resilient as Ye Xiong’s, so she had been resting there for almost a month.

In the hospital room, after spending over an hour together, Ye Xiong was getting ready to go home.

“By the way, that woman named He Mengji seems to be hospitalized here too. I’m not sure if she’s been discharged. Do you want to visit her?” Du Yuehua asked.

“She hasn’t been discharged yet?” Ye Xiong was taken aback.

He Mengji’s act of feigning allegiance to the enemy and turning against Skeleton at the critical moment had always touched his heart.

He held a fair amount of respect and admiration for this woman.

“Which room is she in?”

…

After leaving Du Yuehua, Ye Xiong went out to buy a bouquet of flowers and some fruit, then headed to He Mengji’s ward. Finding the right room, he knocked gently on the door.

“Come in,” He Mengji’s voice came from inside.

Ye Xiong pushed the door open and entered. He Mengji was lying on the hospital bed reading a book—it appeared to be about psychology, and it was an English edition.

Standing beside her, still as a statue, was her bodyguard, Thirteen.

“Miss Meng Ji, you seem to be recovering well,” Ye Xiong said with a smile as he approached.

He Mengji turned toward him. Her wise eyes, which seemed to see through people’s hearts, fell upon him.

Ye Xiong had always believed that He Mengji’s eyes were the most beautiful part of her.

“Not as well as you though, hit by more than a dozen bullets, sniper rounds at that, and yet you’re fine,” He Mengji said, smiling.