My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 21: Let’s Do It Together_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Why?” Du Yuehua asked curiously.

“If I continue to look at these materials, I’ll go mad.” Ye Xiong’s greatest fear in life was dealing with these kinds of documents; they gave him a headache just looking at them.

“How about this, let’s work on it together,” Du Yuehua suggested after thinking for a moment.

Ye Xiong’s mouth formed an O shape as he excitedly said, “Great, great, let’s work together. Work hard, make a concerted effort, work with a bang!”

A blush spread across Du Yuehua’s face and all the way down to her neck.

This guy, why does he have to think about everything in such a distorted way? Does he have no decency?

“The ‘work’ I’m talking about isn’t that kind of ‘work’. I mean working as in doing something,” Du Yuehua hurriedly explained.

“I meant that too, Sister Hua. Are you the one thinking crooked?”

Du Yuehua was speechless, thinking to herself that if she continued to talk to this guy, she would go crazy too. Does he not die if he doesn’t twist other people’s words?

Then, they discussed the management of the hotel, and after some bargaining, all the clerical work for the company fell on Du Yuehua, except for the security side of things, which Ye Xiong completely ignored.

Of course, he still kept an eye on financial matters; after all, that was related to his income, he couldn’t just neglect it!

In the following days, Du Yuehua was frantically busy: hiring people, advertising, informing friends, and doing all the work beneficial for the hotel to get on the right track.

Previously, because of the XiBei Guild’s troubles, no matter what she did, she couldn’t do it well, but now with Ye Xiong, the shameless holy Buddha around, the XiBei Guild didn’t dare to come and make trouble anymore, so she was full of enthusiasm.

In contrast, aside from strolling around the hotel in a suit during the day, acting like somebody important, and enjoying the employees greeting him with “Good day, President Ye,” Ye Xiong basically had nothing to do.

This absentee landlord was having too comfortable a life!

In the afternoon, Ye Xiong received a call from Yang Xinyi, and then he remembered that Yang Xinyi had asked him to move back home, and tonight he also had dinner plans with his father-in-law.

He was obedient to his cheap wife’s words, since he was receiving her salary.

Thinking about meeting his father-in-law tonight and fearing being ridiculed, Ye Xiong ran into Du Yuehua’s office, and with a grin, said, “Sister Hua, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

“Speak,” Du Yuehua said without lifting her head.

“Tonight, could I borrow your car to, uh, move some stuff?” Ye Xiong asked.

Without lifting her head, Du Yuehua took a car key from the drawer and threw it on the desk.

“This is your company car from now on.”

Ye Xiong was thrilled, thinking about how good this boss was, even providing him with a company car.

Thinking about Du Yuehua’s Porsche, which cost tens of millions and was damaged in an accident, he imagined his company car would at least be something like an Audi or BMW, worth hundreds of thousands, right?

But when his gaze fell upon the car key, he was dumbfounded—it was a worn-out Volkswagen key.

“I’ll make do then. At least a Volkswagen worth tens of thousands isn’t too shameful,” Ye Xiong thought to himself.

However, when he went to the garage and saw the car, he was completely floored. The Volkswagen key matched an ancient Jetta, its antique-like shape and long front end gave him a sense of collapse.

“President Du, I’m at least the general manager of Mingyang International Hotel. Is it appropriate for me to drive such an old car?” Ye Xiong called and asked huffily.

“If you don’t want it, shall I give it to someone else?” On the other end of the phone, Du Yuehua asked indifferently.

“A freebie’s a freebie; it’s still better than driving an old motorbike,” Ye Xiong hastily replied.

After packing up his stuff in his rented place, Ye Xiong drove the worn-out Jetta to Yang Xinyi’s villa. As soon as he entered the villa, a middle-aged woman came over and said, “The son-in-law is here; Miss is waiting for you in the living room.”

“I’ll move my things up first.”

Ye Xiong walked to the back of the car, took out several large sacks of stuff, and prepared to head towards the villa.

“Son-in-law, Miss has already prepared everything you need; you don’t need to move these items inside,” the middle-aged woman said.

“Why not?” Ye Xiong asked curiously.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the dirty and old hemp sacks, which looked as though they had been dug out of a trash heap; her look clearly conveyed that there was no need to ask. With the miss’s penchant for cleanliness, she would certainly not allow such filthy things to enter the villa.

Ye Xiong’s eyes were keen; he understood immediately, but as if he hadn’t seen a thing, he slung the hemp sacks over his shoulder and strode into the villa’s grand hall.

In the past two years, these hemp sacks had accompanied him everywhere he went, through countless cities, they had formed a bond—how could he just throw them away?

“Son-in-law, you can’t bring that thing inside,” the woman said, hurrying to stop him as she saw Ye Xiong carrying the hemp sacks into the villa.

Ye Xiong didn’t pay her any heed and quickly entered the villa.

At that moment, in the villa’s grand hall, Yang Xinyi was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Ye Xiong enter with the hemp sacks, she frowned.

“Stop right there.”

“Big wife, what’s the matter?” Ye Xiong’s eyes lit up.

Yang Xinyi today was dressed in a set of professional office attire that completely revealed her perfect, slender body. Her skin was like white jade, her hair fell like willow fronds, and her eyes were especially clear, like the full moon in autumn.

Especially her slightly angered expression—it was particularly alluring, devastatingly seductive!

“Who is your big wife; mind how you speak,” Yang Xinyi raised her eyebrows.

“You are my legitimate wife, naturally the ‘big’ one, and later there will be a second wife, third wife, fourth wife… I’m planning to form a soccer team,” Ye Xiong chuckled.

Seeing his heedless, flippant demeanor, a hint of disgust flashed in Yang Xinyi’s eyes, but she still maintained very good manners, at least not losing her temper in front of the servants.

“Auntie Zhang, you can go out first.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Once the servant Auntie Zhang had left, Yang Xinyi’s gaze fell on the hemp sack on Ye Xiong’s shoulder, “You can’t bring this hemp sack into the villa. Throw it away. If you need anything, just tell Auntie Zhang, and she will buy it for you.”

“These two years, this hemp sack has been with me through thick and thin, weathered numerous storms, survived so much change; I’ve grown attached to it. How can I just throw it away?” Ye Xiong flatly refused.

“Ten thousand,” Yang Xinyi said indifferently.

“It’s not about the money. This hemp sack is like a brother to me…”

“Twenty thousand…”

“Deal,” Ye Xiong decided on the spot.

Yang Xinyi rolled her eyes; she had never seen someone so shameless before.

Thinking that their union resulted from an agreement, and that she would still need his help to deal with her father and He Haodong in the future, she decided to bite back her frustration.

“I’ve arranged a job for you, as the security department manager at a big company. Do it well and don’t embarrass me,” Yang Xinyi said.

“Thank you for your concern, big wife, but I’ve already found a job,” Ye Xiong smirked.

“What job?”

“The general manager of a hotel,” Ye Xiong said proudly.

“Which hotel?” Yang Xinyi asked curiously.

Someone like Ye Xiong being recruited as a general manager? That seemed impossible, so her first thought was that Ye Xiong was lying.

“That’s a secret!”

“No, I must know your job, and everything about it, otherwise how will I answer when Dad asks?” Yang Xinyi insisted.

“Mingyang International Hotel,” Ye Xiong conceded and told the truth.