My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 151: The 0151st Stranger Yang Xinyi (Third Update)_1

In the evening, Ye Xiong took Du Yuehua and her family of three out for dinner and then drove them home.

After Du Yuehua’s family got out of the car, Ye Xiong pretended to drive away for several dozen meters and stopped; then, he went back to climb up the drainpipe, preparing to finish the conversation they didn’t complete during the day.

Unfortunately, Youyou clung to her mother all night and refused to sleep alone, so Ye Xiong waited the entire night but never got the chance until after midnight when Youyou finally fell asleep.

Ye Xiong wanted to fight it out with Du Yuehua, but seeing her exhausted in body and mind, he didn’t want to force her.

“I have something to tell you, I’m going to the city tomorrow and won’t be back for a few days,” said Ye Xiong.

“What are you doing in Capital City?”

Ye Xiong told her about the arrangement with Yang Xinyi, and although Du Yuehua was somewhat unhappy after hearing this, she didn’t say much.

“Don’t worry, we’re just acting to keep her aunt from finding out we’re divorced, there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Though he said so, even he felt a bit guilty as he spoke.

The relationship between him and Yang Xinyi had always been a complex one that couldn’t be cut clean, and he had no idea what might happen during this trip to Capital City.

He had little resistance to Yang Xinyi, and after getting drunk that night and having his way with her, his feelings toward her had grown even more complex.

“Your choices are yours to make, as long as I’m in your heart,” Du Yuehua said excitedly, hugging him tight and not wanting to let go. “Think of this place as your home, and you can come back whenever you want.”

The lights were off in the room, and the two hid behind a partition next to the bathroom.

Smelling her scent, Ye Xiong felt an urge to possess her, but when he saw Youyou sleeping soundly on the adjacent bed, he worried that waking her up accidentally might leave a psychological scar on the child.

So, he just kissed Du Yuehua once and then climbed down the drainpipe and left.

Walking on the empty streets, he crouched at the curb and took a drag from a cigarette.

Just thinking about going to Capital City tomorrow filled him with excitement!

Memories buried deep in his heart slowly resurfaced.

So many years had passed, and he was finally returning to that place.

Had that despicable man died yet?

What did the girl with braids look like now?

And the woman he wanted to kill, was she still acting imperious and bullying others?

After finishing his cigarette, he stood up and happened to see a heavily made-up woman walking by. He couldn’t help whistling, “Hey, beauty, sma…”

“Loser, you think you can hit on me? No way,” the woman said arrogantly and walked off.

Splash.

The woman fell into a manhole ahead.

Ye Xiong sighed, walked to the edge of the manhole, and looked down: “Beauty, I just wanted to remind you to be careful of the missing manhole cover, not to flirt with you.”

“Hurry and pull me up, loser.”

“I’ll give you money.”

“Please, just pull me up!”

With his arms crossed, Ye Xiong looked at the girl below and thought of the woman who had caused him such pain and anger.

“Call for help, I hope no car runs over you.” Having said that, Ye Xiong walked away without looking back.

He couldn’t be bothered to rescue that kind of woman.

He checked into a hotel and slept for the night.

Early the next morning, Yang Xinyi called to ask where he was.

After he told her his location, the car arrived within half an hour.

Yang Xinyi was dressed more casually today, wearing a white shirt and three-quarter length beige shorts, her hair tied up, which gave her a much softer look overall.

Even in casual attire, her inherent noble quality was still evident and passersby couldn’t help but be drawn to her with just one glance.

After some time without seeing her, Ye Xiong felt Yang Xinyi had changed a lot.

As to what had changed, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it, perhaps she had just become more of a stranger to him.

The way she looked at him was like an ordinary friend, not like before when she would yell at him and get so angry her face turned red,—her emotional fluctuations were now minimal.

Less emotional fluctuation meant faded feelings.

Who could feel much for a stranger?

“Get in the car,” Yang Xinyi said indifferently.

Ye Xiong forced a bitter smile, entered the car, and sat beside her.

She exuded a faint feminine fragrance, both familiar and foreign to him.

Yang Xinyi glanced at the hotel he was staying in as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end, she didn’t say anything and instead told the driver, “Xiao Zhao, go to the airport.”

In the past, she would have asked him why he was staying at a hotel long before.

The journey to the provincial city airport was roughly a three-hour drive.

During the entire trip, Yang Xinyi didn’t say a word; the two were like strangers.

It seemed her resentment towards him ran deep.

Because the driver was present, Ye Xiong felt it inappropriate to say anything.

Finally arriving at the airport, and with the driver gone, Ye Xiong saw her carrying luggage, walked over, and offered, “Let me help!”

Yang Xinyi didn’t speak but accepted his help, and they walked into the airport one after the other.

“Do you have your plane ticket?” Ye Xiong asked, trying to make conversation.

“I have it,” Yang Xinyi replied laconically.

“Do you want to go buy some drinks?” he continued to ask.

“They have some on the plane.”

“What about a book? Shall I buy you one to pass the time on the plane?”

“Whatever.”

…

No matter how Ye Xiong tried to strike up a conversation, she responded, neither warm nor cold, her voice neither loud nor soft, just like she would to a person hitting on her on the street.

For a woman, true indifference isn’t a cold face or an angry stare; it’s that casual, indifferent attitude as if wanting to reply or not. That’s far colder because it means you are no longer significant in her eyes.

On Yang Xinyi, Ye Xiong experienced this very feeling.

It made him feel incredibly stifled, very uncomfortable!

Perhaps their divorce was a bigger blow to her than he had realized.

He really wanted to know what he had said or done that night when he was drunk that made her despise him so much.

Could it really be that he took advantage of her while drunk?

Did she suffer?

But he could never bring himself to ask.

“What kind of books do you like?”

During the wait for the plane, Ye Xiong asked.

“Whatever.”

Ye Xiong walked over to the small bookshelf and, after some picking, bought a joke book.

He thought that reading some jokes might lighten her mood.

But Yang Xinyi didn’t seem to look at it, and he didn’t know if it was because she didn’t like it, or because the books were too idiotic, only good enough for entertaining children.

Without her saying anything, Ye Xiong had no way of knowing.

Ye Xiong felt extremely frustrated. It seemed the relationship between him and Yang Xinyi had gone back to square one; the idea of occasionally teasing her or making jokes to gain a little advantage, as in the past, was no longer possible.

Her attitude was a clear sign she no longer wanted to have anything to do with him.

Or perhaps, in her heart, she also wanted him to live a good life with Sister Hua!

Two hours later, the plane landed, and the loudspeaker announced the boarding call.

“Let’s go!”

Yang Xinyi stood up and walked toward the boarding gate.

Her silhouette was indescribably cold.