My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 203: Chapter 0203: A Woman’s Heart (Three More Updates)_1
 

After hearing the true nature of the events, Du Yuehua stood frozen, not speaking for a long while.

“Jing Yang isn’t dead, he actually isn’t dead, so where on earth is he now?” Du Yuehua asked anxiously.

“We can’t be certain he isn’t dead, only that it’s possible he’s still alive,” Ye Xiong corrected.

“Ah Xiong, I want some quiet, can you leave me alone for a while?” Du Yuehua said softly.

Ye Xiong felt a tightness in his chest and said, “If one day he really comes back, no matter what choice you make, I won’t blame you.”

After saying this, he walked out, leaving Du Yuehua alone in her contemplative space.

As he left, he felt a hollow emptiness inside.

From the conversation just now, it seemed Du Yuehua’s feelings for Ruan Jingyang ran very deep, perhaps deeper than his own, which made him very uncomfortable.

There were some words he hadn’t spoken out loud.

If Ruan Jingyang was not dead, it was very likely that one day they would meet and fight to the death.

Ruan Jingyang was one of the culprits behind the annihilation of the Reaper Squad, and he would never let him go.

Back in the next room, Luo Weiwei was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. When she saw him come in, she jeered, “That was quick, your stamina isn’t that impressive, after all; you didn’t last as long as you did with me.”

Her words were heartless, but who knew that when she said them, her heart ached more than anyone else’s.

“Don’t be like that, it’s uncomfortable to listen to,” Ye Xiong sat down.

“As long as it feels good in action, that’s what matters, right? There shouldn’t be much feeling between us anyway, right?” Luo Weiwei said offhandedly.

“Can we not talk like that, please? You can cheapen me all you want, but this also cheapens yourself. If you didn’t like me, would you have had that kind of relationship with me?”

“I could.”

“Stop joking, okay?” Ye Xiong urged.

Weiwei spread her hands, heartlessly saying, “To be frank with you, that’s all there is to our relationship: just satisfying physical needs and nothing more. So you don’t need to feel any psychological burden, our relationship is at best just a one-night stand. But I’m quite satisfied with you.”

“Weiwei,” he said.

“Spare me the sweet talk, I’m not as foolish as Du Yuehua to hang myself on one tree, knowing full well you’re married. If I met the man of my dreams, I would have run off long ago. But until I meet someone, using you as a solution isn’t too bad.”

The Luo Weiwei of now seemed like a completely different person.

Ye Xiong’s heart was already filled with an oppressive feeling from talking with Du Yuehua, and now hearing Luo Weiwei speak like this made it ache even more.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at Luo Weiwei without blinking.

“What are you looking at? If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen,” Luo Weiwei said.

“Can we be serious for a moment?” Ye Xiong asked.

“Fine, let’s be serious,” Luo Weiwei looked him straight in the eyes and suddenly said, “Marry me.”

Ye Xiong was defeated.

The more a woman says she doesn’t care, the more she actually does care, more than anyone else.

The ways Du Yuehua and Luo Weiwei expressed themselves were completely different.

Du Yuehua didn’t mind how many women Ye Xiong had around him, as long as she was in his heart, that was enough.

But did she really not mind?

No one believed that.

Luo Weiwei claimed her relationship with Ye Xiong was merely about physical needs, mutually beneficial, and just for fun.

But that was merely a self-comforting excuse, to make herself seem less heartbroken.

“Just talking, no need to get so scared,” Luo Weiwei said, noticing that he hadn’t responded, her mouth twitched, and she suddenly stood up to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To buy medicine.”

Ye Xiong stood up, walked over to her, and pulled her back, saying, “You can’t go.”

“What if I’m pregnant?” Luo Weiwei countered.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“When my parents ask me who the father of the child is, what am I supposed to tell them?” Luo Weiwei looked at him, her eyes moistening.

“Don’t be like this, alright?” Ye Xiong said, holding her hand.

“Get lost.” Luo Weiwei shrugged off his hand.

Ye Xiong grasped her hand again, no matter how she shook it, he wouldn’t let go.

Then, he embraced her, pulling her into his arms.

Luo Weiwei suddenly began to sob softly, murmuring in his ear, “I thought I could bear it, but I’ve realized I just can’t. Seeing you with her, my heart aches, it really hurts… You bastard, why come to torment me when you already have someone you like? Why make me develop feelings for you?”

As she spoke, she pounded on his chest with force.

Such a confession clutched at Ye Xiong’s heart.

Previously, he thought having such a beautiful woman by his side should make him feel happy and proud, but now he’s learned that having too many women is not necessarily a good thing.

Unless he could be heartless.

But as it turned out, he simply couldn’t be heartless, because hearing Luo Weiwei cry threw his whole heart into disarray.

“Ah Xiong, have you seen Youyou?”

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Du Yuehua rushed in, only to freeze upon seeing them embrace.

Her face turned pale in an instant, and then she quickly retreated, saying, “I’ll go look for Youyou.”

Alas…

This is trouble.

Ye Xiong hadn’t expected Du Yuehua to barge in at this moment; this misunderstanding was huge.

“Are you not going to explain to her?” Luo Weiwei pushed him away.

How could he explain? Tell her that they had accidentally ended up in each other’s arms?

Or tell her that she was seeing things?

“Forget it, she’s bound to find out sooner or later.” Ye Xiong said.

Every bit of flirtation comes with its own debts; He no longer wanted to explain.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Yang Xinyi.

“Didn’t you say you were going to move some stuff back, why haven’t you returned for so long?” on the other end of the line, Yang Xinyi asked.

“I’ve got something to deal with… I won’t be coming back tonight, tell Yangyang for me,” Ye Xiong responded.

On the other end, Yang Xinyi fell silent for a moment and then said indifferently, “You’ve been in the Capital City for quite a while now; you must’ve been holding back a lot. Then take your time to catch up!”

Yang Xinyi didn’t wait for his reply and hung up the phone.

She must think that he was going to spend the night at Du Yuehua’s place, right?

Sigh!

Another misunderstanding.

“Didn’t you two get divorced?” Luo Weiwei asked.

“Yes, we did, but we still need to put on an act,” Ye Xiong replied.

“Then you two take your time with your acting!” Luo Weiwei said, before she too left the room.

In the room, Ye Xiong was left alone, and for the first time, he felt loneliness.

A philandering man truly has no good end.

…

Driving her car, Du Yuehua left the villa, intending to buy some items in town.

It was less about shopping and more about clearing her head, sorting out her thoughts.

The possible news of Ruan Jingyang still being alive had greatly upset her, and stumbling upon Ye Xiong and Luo Weiwei in an embrace only added to her inner turmoil.

Suddenly, she heard a loud ‘bang’, she had collided with the car in front of her.

Getting out of her car, Du Yuehua prepared to check on the situation.

From the car ahead, a stunning woman got out, smiling at her.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’ll cover the damages,” Du Yuehua said to the girl.

“Then follow me, we’ll discuss the matter of compensation,” Angel suddenly struck her on the back of her head.

After dragging her into the car, Angel dialed a number: “Boss, I’ve got the girl. Where should I take her?”