My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Ruan Jingyang’s Identity (Second Update)_1
 

“Ah Xiong, it’s you.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Du Yuehua desperately wanted to embrace Ye Xiong, but with Luo Weiwei standing nearby, she felt too embarrassed to do so. Instead, she could only look at him with her big, watery eyes, brimming with tenderness.

“Sister Hua, how could such a thing happen without you telling me?” Ye Xiong didn’t hesitate and walked over, wanting to hug her.

Du Yuehua quickly dodged, her face flushing as she said, “Youyou is inside.”

“You two catch up, I’ll step out for a bit,” Luo Weiwei said, then turned and left.

As she turned away, a sadness she’d never shown before appeared on Luo Weiwei’s face.

Knowing that the man she loved was with another woman was truly suffocating.

She took a deep breath and then strode away.

“Mommy, has Uncle Xiong come?” Youyou exclaimed excitedly, dashing out from the inside.

“Call me Uncle Ye, come here, let Uncle Ye give you a hug,” Ye Xiong laughed heartily.

“I like calling you Uncle Xiong, a bear should act like a bear!” Youyou, mimicking the voice of Bear Brother from a cartoon, said earnestly.

“All right then, Uncle Xiong it is. Whatever Youyou likes to call me is fine, even ‘Daddy’ is okay,” after saying that, Ye Xiong kissed her on the face.

“Then I’ll call you Daddy Xiong.” Youyou looked at her mom and asked, “Mommy, can Uncle Xiong be my daddy, is that okay?”

“Don’t listen to your Uncle Ye’s nonsense,” Du Yuehua scolded.

“Uncle Xiong, you’re so useless. If you want to be my daddy, you have to get past my mommy’s test!” like a little adult, Youyou lectured.

Ye Xiong couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.

After spending a brief time together, Ye Xiong said, “Youyou, I need to talk about something with your mom. Would it be okay for you to play by yourself?”

“I don’t want to,” Youyou refused.

“How can I ask your mom if it’s okay to be your dad with you here?” Ye Xiong asked with a smile.

Youyou tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then said, “Then I’ll go play with Panpan. You guys take your time talking.”

After saying that, she ran out and closed the door behind her.

“Panpan is a girl from next door, a target object; Youyou often goes to play there,” Du Yuehua explained.

Her gaze, deep and hesitant, rested on Ye Xiong. The intensity of her look startled Ye’s heart.

Ye Xiong walked over, embraced her, and said, “Sister Hua, I’m sorry you’ve been put through this. You should have told me about what happened to Youyou right away.”

“You went to the Capital City with Yang Xinyi, and I didn’t want to distract you, so I didn’t tell you,” Du Yuehua replied.

“You truly are the kindest, and the best woman to me in this world,” Ye Xiong said, stroking her hair.

“Ah Xiong, I want you…” Du Yuehua grew emotional, her heart pounding as she whispered in his ear, “Lock the room door.”

Ye Xiong lifted her up, locked the door from the inside, then pinned her against it, kissing her passionately.

Their reunion ignited a blazing fire of longing, completely engulfing Du Yuehua.

The two stood by the door, fervently releasing the accumulated yearning of their separation.

After about fifteen minutes, Du Yuehua, having lost herself several times, clung to him, her face still warm with a post-blush heat.

“Why haven’t you come out yet?” Du Yuehua asked in bewilderment.

How could he come out after Luo Weiwei had drained him completely?

“As long as you felt good, that’s what matters,” Ye Xiong said, somewhat sheepishly.

With more and more women by his side, his pressure was also increasing.

Whether it was Yang Xinyi, Du Yuehua, or Luo Weiwei, Ye Xiong didn’t want to give up on any of these women, because he had invested his emotions into each of them, not simply to possess them.

“Have you ever cheated on me, be honest?” Du Yuehua pinched his nose.

“No.” Ye Xiong answered, somewhat guiltily.

Du Yuehua sighed; as an experienced woman and someone who had been through a lot, how could she not know the reason behind Ye Xiong’s situation?

But she didn’t care.

As a married woman, having Ye Xiong’s love was already enough; she dared not hope for too much.

Embracing him, Du Yuehua spoke softly, “As long as you remember me in your heart, I’m satisfied, even if there are many other women by your side, I won’t mind. As long as I hold a slight place in a corner of your heart, that’s enough for me.”

“Sister Hua, you’re so kind!”

The two were affectionate for a moment before they straightened their clothes and sat back on the sofa.

“Sister Hua, when Ruan Jingyang was still around, he often went on business trips, right?” Ye Xiong suddenly asked.

“Why are you asking this all of a sudden?” Du Yuehua was surprised.

In the past, Ye Xiong never inquired about her deceased husband’s affairs.

“Answer me.”

“He did often go on business trips, but not on a fixed schedule. Sometimes it would be three or four times a month, sometimes once a month, and occasionally he wouldn’t go on one for several months,” Du Yuehua replied truthfully.

“For how long?”

“Sometimes two or three days, other times a week. The longest was almost three months.” After finishing, Du Yuehua sighed, “I saw him traveling all the time, and it was quite hard on him. There were times when I really wanted him to drop all the business matters and just live his own life. But he always said that a man should prioritize his career…”

That three-month occasion must have been about a year ago when he went out to investigate that scientist who had been turned by foreign spies, together with three other intelligence operatives.

The mission at that time was for a period of three months.

From Du Yuehua’s description, this was clearly the daily life of a spy.

“Sister Hua, what would you do if one day you found out that Ruan Jingyang wasn’t dead?” Ye Xiong asked seriously.

This question had been asked by Ye Xiong twice before; the last time he had asked casually.

At that time, Du Yuehua had jokingly said that she would take both men, one for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and the other for Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, with Sundays off.

Now that Ye Xiong was asking the question again so seriously, she couldn’t help but suspect something.

“Ah Xiong, tell me, has something happened?” Du Yuehua asked nervously.

Ye Xiong thought for a moment and decided to tell her the truth, to prepare her mentally.

As Ruan Jingyang’s wife, she had the right to know about her husband’s affairs.

“I’m not sure if your husband is truly dead, but one thing I can tell you with certainty is that he didn’t die in that car accident. That car accident was just a ruse by his authorities to cover up his disappearance,” Ye Xiong stated earnestly.

“What?”

Du Yuehua stood up, her face filled with shock. “Jing Yang, he’s really not dead?”

Seeing her agitated state, Ye Xiong knew that she had never forgotten about her husband.

After all, he had been her husband for six or seven years, the one she lived with and fathered their daughter with. Such feelings cannot simply be forgotten.

“I don’t know whether he’s still alive.”

“What exactly was his identity?” Du Yuehua asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

“His real identity was that of a spy for Huaxia’s intelligence services. After one assignment, he disappeared,” Ye Xiong revealed the truth.