My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 382: Episode 0381 One by One (Third Update)_1

Ye Xiong hadn’t expected such an unexpected turn of events but quickly responded by heading to the neighboring room.

After swiping the card, he gently pushed the door, which was securely locked from the inside.

Yang Xinyi, such a cautious woman, certainly wasn’t like Xiao Fangfang, who could be described as busty but brainless. She probably drank too much and got dizzy.

Ye Xiong dialed Yang Xinyi’s phone, and after a long ring, the call was finally answered.

“I’m at your room door; I want to see you,” Ye Xiong said.

“I’m tired and want to sleep,” Yang Xinyi replied.

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“Open the door, I have something to tell you.”

“I’m going to sleep; don’t disturb me.”

“If you don’t open it, I’ll have to break in. If everyone finds out, don’t blame me for the embarrassment,” Ye Xiong used a provocative tactic.

Sure enough, the room was quickly opened.

As soon as the door was ajar, Ye Xiong darted in and immediately embraced Yang Xinyi.

“I don’t want this, you jerk…”

Yang Xinyi resisted, but Ye Xiong was too strong for her to break free.

She resigned herself to be held and placed on the bed.

They kissed for what seemed like a long time, yet Ye Xiong still made no further move, which struck Yang Xinyi as odd.

Raising her interest but not taking further action, what was he trying to do?

“I know I neglected you tonight, but it was unavoidable. You know the kind of relationship I have with Sister Hua, and any intimate action with you in the private room would affect her greatly. Now, everyone in the hotel knows about my relationship with Sister Hua, and I hope you can understand,” Ye Xiong said softly.

Yang Xinyi sighed, Du Yuehua was a woman of status, and rumors of being a mistress would severely damage her reputation.

“Even though you’re clearly my husband, I can’t tell anyone; this feeling is very uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry; I’ve wronged you,” Ye Xiong said softly.

Yang Xinyi had long resigned herself and sighed again.

“Are we just going to sleep like this?” Yang Xinyi asked.

What she meant was, aren’t we going to have sex before sleeping?

“Sure!”

Ye Xiong rolled on top of her and said, “I thought you didn’t like it since many people have slept on hotel beds, and I thought you weren’t accustomed to it!”

Upon hearing this, Yang Xinyi’s sparked desire quickly faded, and she exclaimed, “Don’t touch me, wait until tomorrow night, we’ll do whatever you want then, but I don’t want to here.”

Ye Xiong sighed and said, “Alright then, I can only endure for one night.”

After that, he went to sleep holding Yang Xinyi.

Maybe it was the fatigue or the alcohol, but Yang Xinyi fell into a deep sleep within five minutes, dizzy.

Watching her sleep as peacefully and blissfully as an infant, Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.

Carefully extracting his hand from under hers, Ye Xiong got ready to leave.

Suddenly, he saw that Yang Xinyi’s hand was still grasping his, not letting go.

This wife of his, how insecure she must feel, even holding onto his hand in her sleep.

Ye Xiong saw a TV remote on the bed, picked it up, and as he withdrew his hand, he placed the remote in hers.

Yang Xinyi, clutching the remote, continued to sleep.

Ye Xiong sighed with relief, carefully got off the bed, tiptoed out, and stepped directly out of the room, finally exhaling deeply.

“Finally, one down.”

Ye Xiong headed to the next room and quickly arrived at Du Yuehua’s door.

He pulled out the master keycard, swiped it, and turned the doorknob.

Phew, like Xiao Fangfang, the door wasn’t double-locked from the inside.

However, it was obvious that Du Yuehua had intentionally left the door unlocked, as if she already knew someone would come.

At this moment, Du Yuehua was in pajamas, playing with her phone on the bed. When he entered, she didn’t seem surprised.

“Not locking your door, aren’t you afraid of bad guys coming in and bullying you?” Ye Xiong said with a smile as he walked over.

“You are the biggest bad guy,” Du Yuehua muttered.

“I am the bad guy, and I’m going to bully you tonight.”

Having said that, Ye Xiong laughed and pounced on her.

Compared to Yang Xinyi and Luo Weiwei, Du Yuehua obviously knew the situation much better. She knew what her status was and what role she had to play, so she wasn’t as distressed as Yang Xinyi and Luo Weiwei.

“Did she fall asleep?” Du Yuehua asked.

“I don’t know, I came straight here,” Ye Xiong lied, now throwing caution to the wind: “She’s my wife, I have plenty of time to spend with her, but I don’t have much time for you, and I feel very guilty.”

“So you do know what guilt is. I thought you had forgotten about me,” Du Yuehua said resentfully.

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“How could I forget you?”

Ye Xiong lunged at her, but Du Yuehua suddenly pushed him away and asked, “You really haven’t been to her place?

“Definitely not, I swear.” Ye Xiong raised his right hand.

“If you’ve touched another woman, I hope you don’t touch me. You know my personality, I don’t want you carrying the scent of another woman on you,” Du Yuehua said seriously.

Ye Xiong understood, which is why he hadn’t done anything with Yang Xinyi in her room. After all, he felt the same way.

If he had really been with Yang Xinyi and then gone to find Du Yuehua, such behavior would be utterly disgraceful and fundamentally disrespectful to Du Yuehua.

Du Yuehua was not one of those worthless women you could find anywhere on the streets.

The two kissed for a moment, but for some reason, Du Yuehua just couldn’t get in the mood; perhaps there were some hesitations in her heart.

In the end, nothing happened between them; they just chatted for a while, and Ye Xiong just held her as they slept.

After some time, Du Yuehua finally fell asleep.

When Ye Xiong left the room, it was already two in the morning.

Even though he was tired and wanted to sleep, he still hadn’t gone to see Luo Weiwei.

Although on the surface, Luo Weiwei seemed to have disguised her feelings the best, it was because of her good disguise that she probably felt the worst.

At the door of Luo Weiwei’s room, Ye Xiong used a master key card, and, to his surprise, found that it wasn’t double-locked either.

These women really were something. Each and every one of them had left their doors unlocked. Were they deliberately tempting him to sin?

He walked in, took a look around, and found that there was no one in the room. Luo Weiwei wasn’t there at all.

He took out his phone to call Luo Weiwei, but the call didn’t go through; she had turned off her phone.

Ye Xiong was a little worried. This fiery-tempered girl hadn’t driven back home in the middle of the night, had she?

He ran downstairs to the garage and saw that Luo Weiwei’s motorcycle sports car was still in the shed.

This meant she was still at the hotel.

An idea struck him, and he took the elevator to the top floor.

The door to the roof had been pried open, and sitting on the roof was a figure, holding a bottle of drink in hand.

It was hard liquor, not beer.

The one sitting there drinking sullenly, if not Luo Weiwei, then who else could it be?

Seeing Ye Xiong come, Luo Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and without saying anything, she continued to drink her own liquor.

Ye Xiong sat down next to her, took the bottle, poured himself a glass, and joined her in drinking.