My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 5: Chapter 0005: Big Trouble_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Future New City welcomed a major event today.

The president of Qiao Group came to inspect the construction progress, and the entire engineering department was extremely nervous, bracing as if facing a great enemy.

A few days ago, the newspapers had reported that the potential marriage alliance between Yang He had failed, so with the president coming for an inspection at this critical juncture, nobody felt at ease!

Being fired just for making a small mistake was almost expected.

Future New City had already notified the construction site to pay attention to safety, conduct, and behavior—any misstep and you’re out.

Dressed in sports pants, with her hair up and wearing sunglasses, Yang Xinyi got out of the car and immediately drew everyone’s attention.

She stood amidst the crowd, proud as a swan, catching all eyes.

“President Yang, welcome,” said Xia Qiu, the engineering department chief, approaching briskly with a team of engineers.

“Get me a safety helmet,” ordered Yang Xinyi.

A new safety helmet was promptly provided, and after Yang Xinyi put it on, she headed towards the construction site.

At that moment, her phone rang.

“President Yang, I have news—He Haodong has sent a large number of people to find out where that guy Ye Xiong is,” said the security manager of the group over the phone.

“Any findings?”

“Not for the moment.”

“Keep searching. We must find Ye Xiong before they do,” commanded Yang Xinyi.

After hanging up, Yang Xinyi thought again of that mysterious and capable man.

Who exactly was he, what did he do for a living, and why did he want to help her?

Since that night, he seemed to have vanished, as though evaporated. Despite the resources of Jiangnan City’s leading families—the Yang Group and the He Group—neither could find him.

“President, shall we start with the townhouses or the detached homes?”

“Let’s start with the townhouses.”

Future New City was a project with bright prospects. Yang Group had invested no less than three billion into this phase alone, making it one of the top properties in the city and one of Yang Group’s most important current assets.

On the road outside the row of townhouses.

Ye Xiong, wearing worn-out rubber shoes, was pulling a small cart filled with bricks. On the cart sat a thin boy, Wang Tong, as they both headed towards the construction site.

“Brother Xiong, do you know why Yang Xinyi called off the wedding that evening?”

“Because He Haodong was caught cheating in an upstairs room with another woman during the wedding!”

“As if,” scoffed Wang Tong, raising his finger in disbelief.

“Why don’t you ever believe me when I tell the truth?” sighed Ye Xiong, before continuing, “Afterwards, I even sat for a while in Yang Xinyi’s villa, chatting in the same room with two beautiful women.”

“Your bragging is about to break through the heavens,” Wang Tong said, on the verge of a breakdown.

As they walked and talked, they quickly reached the vicinity of the villas. Ye Xiong, with sharp eyes, noticed a smart and spirited policewoman speaking with Auntie Bao.

“Damn it!”

He recognized her at a glance as the senior officer who had handcuffed him to the billboard.

“I’m going to take a leak,” Ye Xiong said, lowering his cap and slipping away.

Just as he evaded into the construction site, his phone rang—it was Auntie Bao calling.

“Can’t shake her off!”

He quickly set his phone to silent and crept further into the site.

“Where’s Ye Xiong?”

Seeing Wang Tong approach, Auntie Bao asked curiously, “Weren’t you two assigned to the same team today? How come I only see you?”

“Brother Xiong went to pee.” Wang Tong glanced at Luo Weiwei next to him, his eyes lighting up.

She had a voluptuous figure, delicate features, and unusually long eyelashes, which made her eyes appear as deep as autumn waters, very appealing. Plus, with her police uniform, she was far more appealing than the uniformed women in films from the Island Country.

“How long ago did he leave?”

“A few minutes ago.”

Knowing she had found the right person, Luo Weiwei spoke sharply, “I give you five minutes to bring him to me, or it’s on you.”

“What did Ye Xiong do?” Auntie Bao asked meekly.

“Rape.” Just thinking of that guy made Luo Weiwei angry, so she decided to scare them a bit; otherwise, they wouldn’t help her find him.

“Officer, could there be a mistake? Brother Xiong isn’t that kind of person,” Wang Tong said urgently.

“He sees me and runs away if he’s innocent?” Luo Weiwei countered.

“I’ll go find him for you,” Wang Tong said before darting off.

After Auntie Bao entered the construction site, she called out loudly, “Everyone stop work and find Ye Xiong; he’s in big trouble.”

Hiding by the restroom, Ye Xiong turned off his phone signal after it rang a few times.

A group of workers approached, pointing at him and shouting, “There he is, grab him!”

“Ye Xiong, we never imagined you’d do something like this. We were blind,” they said.

“To not even spare a fifty-year-old woman—are you even human?”

“Several police cars are waiting outside; you better go surrender!”

“Stop wasting words on him. Catch him first, beat him up, then hand him over to the police,” someone suggested.

A crowd charged towards him, full of rage.

Ye Xiong was petrified; these people must be crazy. All he did was run over a vehicle; when did he ever rape an old woman?

At that moment, escape was the best option, or else these guys would surely beat him into a pulp.

With one push against the wall, Ye Xiong vaulted over it and fled for his life.

“There he goes, don’t let him escape!”

“Damn it!”

Ye Xiong zigzagged to the left, next to a pile of cement, when suddenly a figure leapt out from behind it and pounced towards him.

“Damn it, do you really need to go all out like that?” He sidestepped nimbly, dodging a lunge.

Another worker lunged at him, recklessly as if his life didn’t matter.

“F**k, I can’t stay here any longer.”

Ye Xiong weaved through the obstacles, sprinting toward the exit.

“Chase him, don’t let him get away.”

Dozens of construction workers followed behind him, their pursuit was nothing short of epic.

Luo Weiwei stood at the entrance to the construction site, sipping water and watching with amusement as Ye Xiong fled for his life from the dozens of chasing construction workers.

Strangely, after ten minutes, Ye Xiong hadn’t hit a single person, and yet, somehow, dozens couldn’t catch him—he was slipperier than an eel.

The whole construction site was thrown into chaos in an instant.

Xia Qiu, leading Yang Xinyi to the site, walked and talked at the same time.

“President, all our construction workers are of very high quality, strictly vetted. In a moment, you’ll see them working diligently and without complaint…”

She never finished her sentence because Xia Qiu was dumbstruck.

Around the corner was a bizarre scene!

Dozens of construction workers were chasing another worker around the site. The entire place was a whirlwind of activity and noise.

“Is this the ‘high-quality team’ you were talking about?” Yang Xinyi frowned.

Sweat broke out on Xia Qiu’s forehead as she quickly pulled out her phone and called Auntie Bao, angrily demanding, “Bao, what the hell is going on at the construction site? What’s that, rape?”

After hanging up, Xia Qiu said weakly, “President, one of the construction workers has committed rape. The others are trying to catch him.”

“What happened?” Yang Xinyi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Officer Luo is over there, maybe we should ask her.”

The group quickly made their way to the edge of the site, where a smart-looking female police officer was standing, covering her stomach with laughter.

Luo Weiwei saw two workers simultaneously pounce at Ye Xiong, only to have him dodge and the workers’ heads collide. They clutched their heads and howled in pain.

“Officer Luo, what exactly happened?” Xia Qiu approached and asked.

“Bringing someone in for questioning,” said Luo Weiwei, smiling as she reined in her laughter, and pointing at Ye Xiong in the crowd. “Could you please bring him over?”

“Everyone stop!”

Xia Qiu stepped forward, called a halt to all pursuits, and pointed at Ye Xiong: “You, come here.”

Ye Xiong sighed, knowing there was no escape today, and obediently followed behind him, walking over.

“Officer, we meet again,” Ye Xiong said sheepishly.

Luo Weiwei circled him, amazed to see that he was neither red-faced nor out of breath. “You’re quite skilful to evade a whole bunch of them,” she remarked with a laugh.

“I’ve moved bricks for too long; I’m naturally a bit more agile,” Ye Xiong replied, and then pulled a dirty pair of handcuffs from his belt, handing them over with a grin: “Returning to the rightful owner.”

Luo Weiwei took them and clicked them onto his wrists, then pointed at her motorcycle: “Let’s go!”

Ye Xiong obediently headed for her motorcycle, but suddenly spotted a group approaching, led by the president of Xinyi Group, Yang Xinyi herself.

He quickly lowered his head, not wanting to be recognized and complicate matters.

He wasn’t afraid of Yang Xinyi, but her friend Xiao Fangfang was not someone to mess with.

Yang Xinyi’s gaze fell on him, noticing his slumped figure which prevented her from clearly seeing his face, but his stature seemed quite tall.

“Officer, what crime did this employee commit?” Yang Xinyi inquired, as he was an employee of her company.

“Drove a motorcycle over someone else’s car, out of spite for the wealthy,” Luo Weiwei explained.

“Not rape?”

“If it were rape, I would have blasted him with a gun long ago,” Luo Weiwei said.

“Just follow the law.”

Yang Xinyi took another look at the slouching Ye Xiong, finding him somewhat familiar, and then suddenly instructed, “Lift up your head.”

Ye Xiong continued on as if he hadn’t heard, his head still down.

“The president is telling you to lift it up, can’t you hear?” Xia Qiu snapped angrily.

Ye Xiong, acting as if too ashamed to show his face, dropped his head even lower.

Suspicion surged in Yang Xinyi’s mind, a silhouette flashing through her thoughts, and suddenly she said, “Thank you for that night.”

“No need to thank me, it was nothing,” Ye Xiong replied coolly, then he waved his hand; it was only a moment later that he realized he had been tricked.

Resigned, he lifted his head and offered a grin: “President Yang, we meet again.”

Yang Xinyi stared at this dusty figure for a full half-minute before she realized who he was—if not for his trademark roguish smile, she would have thought she had mistaken him for someone else.

This was indeed the same man from the other night.

Impossible!

The man from that night was all designer labels from head to toe, oozing charm and sophistication, the epitome of a wealthy, handsome man.

What about the man in front of her?

Pfft!

Yang Xinyi couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer.

No wonder the Yang and He families had turned everywhere upside down looking for him, unable to find him—who would believe that this guy was actually a construction worker, hiding on a construction site?

Those around exchanged looks, surprised that President Yang was acquainted with this construction worker and judging by the sound of it, it seemed like Ye Xiong had helped her at some point.

“We’ve been searching so hard for you!” Yang Xinyi said with a rare smile.

Now he did believe the policeman’s words—that this guy was capable of such daring feats as climbing into a fifth-floor apartment to collect debts. Compared to that, driving over a car seemed hardly a big deal.

“However much the car he damaged is worth, put it on my tab, let him go,” Yang Xinyi suddenly declared.

Her words instantly caused a sensation, and everyone’s eyes turned to Ye Xiong as though they had seen a ghost.