My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 269: Chapter 0269: Li Xiangxiang (Second Update)_1

“Dummy, stop right there,” Li Xiaohuan shouted from afar.

Ye Xiong had already run out of sight.

Carrying the grabbed medicine, Ye Xiong ran towards Li Xiangxiang’s room in Group Two and quickly arrived at her door, just as she was preparing to come out.

Li Xiangxiang was quite petite, just over one meter sixty. Although she was short and didn’t appear thin, it was because she had a small frame, which made her look almost like Ye Xiong’s sister, Ye Yangyang.

Her complexion wasn’t very good, and she would occasionally cough. It was unclear whether she had caught a cold or had a cough to begin with, but she looked very frail, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

“Ade, have you bought the medicine?” Li Xiangxiang asked softly.

Just like her, Li Xiangxiang’s voice was soft and weak, giving off a breathless feeling, very gentle, as if it could warm one’s heart.

Moreover, unlike Li Xiaohuan who called him Dummy, she called him by his name, which showed a great deal of respect for Wu Yade.

For some reason, a name instinctively popped into Ye Xiong’s mind, Lin Daiyu.

Li Xiangxiang resembled that kind of character very much. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Wuu wuu!

Ye Xiong had no choice but to act mute and raised his hand.

“You’ve bought it, then go make the medicine!” Li Xiangxiang ordered.

Ye Xiong, holding the medicine, headed towards the kitchen.

In his life, he had never served anyone, and he hadn’t expected that accepting a task would actually require him to be servile. Indeed.

After aimlessly searching in the kitchen, he finally found the medicinal pot and placed it on the electric stove to simmer. Just as it was halfway done, someone walked in, and upon seeing who it was, Ye Xiong immediately felt a headache coming on.

The Little Witch, Li Xiaohuan, entered, whip in hand, wearing a triumphant look on her face.

He wasn’t seeing things—it was indeed a whip, the kind frequently featured in those romantic action films, the SM scenes.

Ni Ma, this Little Witch, she doesn’t have some kind of SM fetish, does she?

“Dummy, come here,” Li Xiaohuan beckoned to Ye Xiong.

The corners of Ye Xiong’s mouth twitched as he reluctantly walked over.

Slap!

A whip cracked against him, landing directly on his body and causing a burning pain on the spot.

She really did hit!

Ye Xiong’s anger soared, and he glared furiously.

“Still glaring at your mother.”

Slap slap!

Two more whippings landed on Ye Xiong.

Although it was over clothes, and for someone like Ye Xiong with tough skin, it wasn’t really anything substantial.

But what about dignity?

Ye Xiong clenched his fists tightly in anger. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was on a task, he would have already pounced on her and beaten her to the point her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.

It wasn’t over yet; Li Xiaohuan whipped him two more times before stopping and scolded, “That’ll teach you for tripping me and for glaring at me with those eyes. If you dare do this again, I’ll make you regret it.”

Li Xiaohuan then left and picked up the whip to skip rope in the yard.

So she was using a skipping rope to beat him!

“This account will be settled slowly once the task is complete,” Ye Xiong swore silently to himself.

After finishing the medicine, Ye Xiong poured it out and took it for Li Xiangxiang to drink.

Fearing another encounter with Li Xiaohuan and her troublemaking, he quickened his steps. Fortunately, he did not meet that perverse Little Witch.

Toot toot!

Ye Xiong tapped lightly on Li Xiangxiang’s room door.

After a long moment, the door opened.

As Li Xiangxiang opened the door, a whiff of fragrant air hit him.

“Ade, the medicine has been boiled, place it on the table!”

Ye Xiong entered Li Xiangxiang’s boudoir and saw that the room’s arrangement bore some similarity to that of an ancient wealthy household, filled with an ancient and simplistic air. If it weren’t for the modern items like the blankets, the bed canopy, and the cellphone on the desk, he might have thought he had traveled back in time!

This Li Ba, how deeply he adored ancient culture to even have his house decorated this way; it truly impressed him.

Within the room lingered a strange, sweet fragrance, uncertain whether it was the girl’s natural scent or the smell of perfume.

After entering the room, Ye Xiong’s gaze searched around, hoping to spot some masculine items to confirm whether Li Chunpeng had been here.

Regrettably, aside from Li Xiangxiang’s basic belongings, he saw nothing that belonged to a man.

Could it be that Li Chunpeng had not returned?

But thinking back, it wouldn’t be so easy to find the target; if it were that simple, he wouldn’t have prepared for a prolonged battle.

Ye Xiong placed the bowl of medicine on the desk, ready to leave, when Li Xiangxiang suddenly called out, “Ade, stop.”

Li Xiangxiang walked over, her gaze sweeping over him, her brow furrowed.

Ye Xiong’s heart raced, wondering if his cover had been blown so soon.

“Ade, did Xiao Huan hit you again?” Li Xiangxiang asked softly.

Ye Xiong looked down and only then noticed several faint whip marks on his body. Since Li Xiaohuan had struck him with a rope covered in dust, the marks were left visible, caught by Li Xiangxiang’s eyes.

This second Miss was truly attentive and even cared for the servants; if she were only observant but indifferent to the servants, she wouldn’t have noticed.

Ye Xiong nodded, then quickly shook his head.

“Lift your clothes up, let me see if the injury is severe,” Li Xiangxiang said.

Ye Xiong shook his head repeatedly. If she saw his body, he would definitely be exposed; after all, Dummy’s body was frail and aged, unlike his own youthful and vigorous form.

“Ade, you’ve worked hard,” Li Xiangxiang’s voice grew tender as her nose tingled. “Aside from you, no one is willing to be my servant. You have to suffer Xiao Huan’s bullying every day, I have put you through a lot.”

After finishing, she handed him the medicine, “Since you’re embarrassed, take this tube of ointment back and apply some yourself.”

Li Xiangxiang’s fingers were slender and long, looking quite pretty.

Ye Xiong took the ointment and quickly ran out.

Staying any longer would only increase the risk of being exposed.

Dummy’s room was among the servants’ quarters, shared with a servant who bought groceries.

The servant’s name was Xiao Wu; Ye Xiong didn’t know his real name. Xiao Wu was rarely there, except to sleep in the afternoons, and spent the rest of his time elsewhere.

This small room was essentially Dummy’s own.

Ye Xiong lay on the bed, pondering what to do next. After much thought, he could find no good entry point and was prepared for a long-term struggle.

Bored, he began to rummage through Dummy’s room, hoping to find some of Dummy’s handwriting or something similar so that if he needed to write something, he could imitate it to some extent and fudge his way through.

In the process of searching, he found no trace of handwriting.

However, one drawer was locked and there was no key.

Lock picking was a minor issue for Ye Xiong; he pulled out a thin steel wire he’d prepared earlier, and in a few moments, he had the lock open.

In the drawer, aside from a few hundred yuan, there were several small notebooks, quite a few of them.

Ye Xiong flipped through them and was immediately overjoyed.

These were evidently Dummy’s diaries. He checked the dates and found that they started a year and a half ago when Dummy had just been assigned to Li Xiangxiang, and they had been maintained without interruption.

Perhaps within these diaries, he might find some clues.

Ye Xiong, holding the diaries, began to read.