My Wife, The Ice Queen President-Chapter 404 - 403 Blame (First Update)_1
Chapter 404: Chapter 403 Blame (First Update)_1
This night, Yang Xinyi was completely sleepless.
Xiao Fangfang wanted to share the bed with her, but Yang Xinyi flatly refused—she really didn’t want to sleep beside a tomboy.
For some reason, she was accustomed to sleeping with Ye Xiong, and when she slept with him, Yang Xinyi didn’t feel disgusted at all.
But the thought of sleeping with Xiao Fangfang made her feel an inexplicable repulsion.
From being a slightly germophobic and very conservative woman, she had been trained by him to get used to his presence, to get used to sleeping in his arms, used to the days with him.
Nevertheless, he hurt her heart time and again.
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Yang Xinyi tossed and turned, sleepless all night, her eyes never closed as she recalled the times they spent together.
The next morning, when Yang Xinyi woke up, she found her eyes were somewhat swollen.
As she went downstairs, Xiao Fangfang spotted her and suddenly exclaimed.
“No way, crying over a man to this extent, is it worth it?” Xiao Fangfang said, speechless.
“Who said I’ve been crying? I’m just not used to your bed. You know how much I reject unfamiliar environments,” Yang Xinyi explained.
“Don’t bother explaining. If you’re this heartbroken, you might as well make up with him,” Xiao Fangfang, feeling sorry for her, said, “Big Stud might be a bit sleazy and flirtatious, but I think he still loves you. Just from the endless calls he made to us last night, you can tell.”
“Fangfang, did he give you some kind of advantage to be his mediator?”
“No, no, absolutely not,” Xiao Fangfang raised her hand to swear, saying, “I can swear to the heavens, he definitely didn’t call me, didn’t ask me to mediate.”
“Why do I feel like everyone who swears is lying to me?” said Yang Xinyi, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
“I’m only speaking from a friend’s perspective. Think about it, a guy like Big Stud, who’s handsome, wealthy, strong, and sweet-talking,” Xiao Fangfang counted Ye Xiong’s traits on her fingers and continued, “What place wouldn’t this kind of man flirt around? Men all have an Emperor’s heart; you might as well turn a blind eye. Once he’s tired of playing around, he’ll naturally feel that the wife at home is the best and will return obediently.”
“Tired of playing? By the time he’s tired, who knows how many green hats I’ve worn on my head,” said Yang Xinyi, her face darkening.
“Please, it’s men who wear the green hats,” Xiao Fangfang retorted.
“Anyway, I can’t accept the scent of other women on him; I’m determined to leave him this time,” Yang Xinyi said firmly.
“How many times have you said this now?” Xiao Fangfang challenged.
“Whether you believe it or not, I do,” Yang Xinyi insisted.
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Afterwards, Yang Xinyi drove back to her hometown.
It had been a long time since she had been back, so much so that many neighbors didn’t recognize her anymore.
Yang Xinyi’s childhood was not as happy as that of other little girls. In fact, what was a fond memory for other children was more like a nightmare for her.
From elementary school, her parents put her through military-style training. Beyond her homework, her extracurricular time was packed with various activities, including English, art, public speaking, and brain development, leaving no room for a proper childhood.
She didn’t play with sand, marbles, action figures, and she didn’t even know how to play cards.
She was deprived of all the joys of childhood.
Initially, she detested her parents. But later, as she attended school and consistently ranked first among her peers, leaving them far behind, she realized her parents’ intention.
From elementary to middle and high school, and then college, she was always a top student.
Aside from a period in middle school when He Mengji gave her some competition, no one could beat her academic performance.
It was largely thanks to her father’s rigorous training that Yang Xinyi developed her independent character.
Cool and efficient in her work, she developed Xinyi Group into Jiangnan’s most renowned enterprise, and was honored with titles such as Top Ten Young Entrepreneurs of the Province and Outstanding Youth of the Province.
Having not been back to her hometown for a long time, Yang Xinyi felt somewhat estranged.
She parked the car outside her house and rang the doorbell.
The door opened, and Zhao Lizhen appeared at the entrance.
“Xinyi, you’re here. Come in quick.”
“Mom, do we have guests?” Yang Xinyi asked curiously.
She noticed that parked nearby there was an imported Benz car worth several million.
“A friend of your dad’s from the Capital City is here, sitting at our house. Come in quickly!” Zhao Lizhen said.
Upon reaching the second floor, in the living room, she saw Yang Dingguo, and a man in his fifties wearing a tang suit.
Although the man was of advanced age, he was lively and alert, his eyes bright and spirited, exuding an aura of someone in authority.
This aura, though strong, wasn’t overbearing; it included an element of restraint, suggesting he wasn’t at the top and there were others above him.
This sensation was hard to describe; he was like the steward of a wealthy family.
“Xinyi, take a seat.”
Yang Dingguo gestured to the seat next to the tang-suited elder. After she took a seat, he introduced, “This is Mr. Jiang Ting from Jiangting, he’s from the Capital City’s Su Family, the most important aide to Su Zhentian.”
Yang Xinyi was somewhat familiar with these figures from the business world.
Su Zhentian was one of the top ten tycoons of the Capital City, rumored to be in the top five and unparalleled in the real estate industry – a true business mogul whose acquaintance was prized by many.
This elder, being Su Zhentian’s most valued man, naturally held a significant status.
“So it’s someone from the Su Family. Mr. Jiang, it’s an honor,” Yang Xinyi said politely.
These were merely courteous words. Regardless of the other party’s status, he was just a steward. Even if Su Zhentian were present, Yang Xinyi wouldn’t have been immensely impressed. After all, Ye Xiong’s father, Father Ye Yuandong, was considered the top jewelry tycoon in the Capital City, with a higher ranking in wealth than Su Zhentian. Even he treated her, his daughter-in-law, with great respect, let alone a steward like Jiang Ting.
Still, she was somewhat puzzled about how her father got involved with someone from the Capital City’s Su Family.
“I’ve long heard from Dingguo that his daughter is a phoenix among people. Now that I see you, it really lives up to the reputation,” Jiang Ting nodded in approval, clearly satisfied.
“Mr. Jiang, you flatter me.”
“You look a bit unwell; is something wrong?” Jiang Ting’s gaze fell on Yang Xinyi’s face, noting her somewhat swollen eyes, and he asked with concern.
“Oh… I didn’t sleep well last night,” Yang Xinyi hurriedly explained.
With Jiang Ting bringing it up, Yang Dingguo and Zhao Lizhen turned their attention to Yang Xinyi’s face and indeed noticed her eyes were a little swollen.
Yang Dingguo immediately flew into a rage.
“Did that bastard bully you again?”
“Dad, I’ve told you, it’s just lack of sleep,” Yang Xinyi pleaded.
“Lack of sleep would just cause dark circles under the eyes, not swelling; clearly, you’ve been crying,” Yang Dingguo snorted in complaint. “I’ve told you already, that guy is no good. But no, you had to sneak out your household registration book to go register your marriage with him without even saying a word to me; you’re about to drive me to my grave.”
“Dad, I’ve told you, it’s not his fault…”
“Anyway, from the first time I saw him, I knew he was no good, just a sycophant. Only your aunt could be fooled by him. And now, look, you, a company CEO, get married and still end up being bullied…”
In the past, Yang Xinyi might have defended Ye Xiong, but now, she simply chose to remain silent.
Seeing her silence, Yang Dingguo took it as confirmation he was right, and kept spewing harsh words.
Jiang Ting coughed from the side, prompting Yang Dingguo to realize his mistake and close his mouth.
“Dingguo, it seems you’ve forgotten the main issue at hand,” Jiang Ting reminded.
