Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Do You Have Amnesia_1
 

Ye Xiong sighed as he stepped out of the office.

“My wife looks like she’s fallen for my rhythm now, but what should I do about this?

“Given her Ice Mountain-like personality, she’ll definitely make me choose, either to dump Sister Hua and live a good life with her for the rest of our days, or get a divorce and be with Sister Hua.”

“It’s impossible to dump Sister Hua, that would break her heart!”

“I can’t bear to divorce my wife either. These days, life with her has felt pretty good, even though we’ve never slept together. But being with her, it feels like home.”

I want them both!

“Sigh, being handsome is such a curse. When peach blossom luck comes, you can’t block it; you can only take it one step at a time.”

Wandering around the company for half a day, and then another half day at the hotel, the whole day just passed like that.

Close to the end of the workday, Ye Xiong received a fax from Luo Weiwei—it was information about He Mengji.

The information was very simple, just over two pages. Other than some basic information about He Mengji, there wasn’t much else, which meant there wasn’t a lot known about her domestically.

“This is all the information I could find about He Mengji. What do you plan to do now?” Luo Weiwei called to ask.

Ye Xiong held the information, his gaze fiercely fixed on the photograph.

“Is He Mengji pretty?” Ye Xiong suddenly asked.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Let me tell you a story: A woman had to marry a creditor in desperation because her father couldn’t pay off his debts. On the first night of their marriage, the woman harshly told the bridegroom, ‘I married you because my dad owes you money—I don’t like you at all.’ The next morning, the woman opened her eyes, shook the sleeping groom awake, and asked, ‘How much does my dad actually owe us? We can’t just let it go like this.’

“Disgusting!” Luo Weiwei cursed.

But she also understood what Ye Xiong meant.

“If He Mengji is pretty, I’ve decided I’ll go all out with my charm and use the ‘seduction plan’ on her. Once I have her hooked, not to mention not killing He Haodong, even if I did kill him, by then He Mengji would only say, ‘My brother was a complete scoundrel who deserved to die a long time ago. Husband, you killed him to carry out justice on heaven’s behalf. You’re truly magnificent; I love you to death,'” Ye Xiong imitated as if he was He Mengji.

On the other end of the phone, Luo Wei nearly vomited.

What a mess was he thinking about? How does he come up with these ideas?

“He Mengji is no fool. She’s known as a member of the Huaxia Think Tank abroad, so don’t think she’ll be easily deceived,” Luo Weiwei warned.

“It doesn’t matter whether she’s smart or dumb, as long as she’s a woman, that’s enough.”

“You seem quite pleased with yourself,” Luo Weiwei said with a sour tone.

“Little Weiwei, are you jealous?” Ye Xiong asked with a snicker.

“Jealous of your dead head! I’m just warning you to be careful that you don’t try to steal the chicken only to end up losing the rice,” Luo Weiwei said and then hung up the phone with a bad attitude.

“Denying that you’re jealous, huh? That attitude is just like aged vinegar.”

After hanging up, Ye Xiong began studying up on He Mengji, memorizing all her information, preparing to put his grand seduction plan into action.

In his lifetime, he had become numb to dealings of fighting and killing. If he could complete his objective through the seduction plan, why not?

Clearly, a problem that could be solved with force, and yet choosing to solve it with one’s face—brother is just too kind.

At seven o’clock in the evening, when Ye Xiong arrived home, Yang Xinyi’s car was already parked in the garage.

“My wife actually didn’t stay late at work, which is quite unexpected. Could it be that she fell in love with me after I kissed her forcefully today?”

He only said this to himself because he knew it was absolutely impossible.

Yang Xinyi was the coldest goddess he had ever encountered in his life, like an Ice Mountain impossible to melt.

Du Yuehua had been toppled by him and conquered between his legs; Luo Weiwei had been melted by him, and toppling her was only a matter of time. Yet, this wife he interacted with every day was not the least bit interested in him, not to mention getting close; they hadn’t even held hands.

There was no denying it, this was the most unsuccessful venture in his history of chasing girls.

“Wife, I’m back.” Ye Xiong walked into the hall, saw Yang Xinyi eating alone, and approached her.

“The son-in-law is back, I’ll get you a bowl.” Auntie Zhang saw Ye Xiong return and hurriedly went to fetch a bowl and chopsticks.

Ye Xiong sat opposite Yang Xinyi, his chin propped on the table, gazing at her intently.

He realized that his wife seemed more beautiful the more he looked at her, even the scene of her gently moving her small mouth while eating was extremely enchanting.

“Wife, your little mouth, the way it sucks things in, is really charming,” Ye Xiong said smitten.

Sucking and eating sounded similar when read out loud, so Yang Xinyi didn’t grasp his sleazy undertone.

“Hurry up and eat, after dinner, I have something to tell you,” Yang Xinyi said seriously.

“If it’s something important, it can be said at the dinner table. Why wait until after eating?” Ye Xiong asked curiously.

“I’m afraid you’ll blabber all over and spray the dishes with your saliva.”

Ye Xiong expressed speechlessness; his mouth was very small, alright, it could be described with the term ‘cherry lips.’

However, since his wife had spoken, Ye Xiong could only wait until after dinner.

After the two had finished eating, Yang Xinyi finally said, “I’ve thought it through. Let’s go to the civil affairs bureau to proceed with the divorce tomorrow.”

“I’m not free tomorrow,” Ye Xiong said immediately.

“The day after works too.”

“I’m not free the day after either.”

“The day after that.”

“Not sure if I’m free the day after that.”

Yang Xinyi could tell, his firm replies made it clear; he was not playing the tune of someone who wanted a divorce!

A trip to the civil affairs bureau wouldn’t take up much time; could he really not spare even that little time?

“We did have an agreement initially. The divorce was fake; it was merely mutual use, and it’s clearly written in the contract,” Yang Xinyi said, in an attempt to prevent troubles for later, had drafted an agreement with Ye Xiong before they got married—it was clear that getting married was just a temporary solution, and it stated that they would divorce two years later with Yang Xinyi compensating Ye Xiong one million.

“What agreement? I don’t remember any of that,” Ye Xiong feigned stupidity, as if he couldn’t recall a thing. “Bring out that agreement, I’ve been a bit forgetful lately.”

“I will bring it out, so you can give up on that thought,” she retorted.

Yang Xinyi ran upstairs, and after a short while, she came down, her face ashen.

“Bastard, did you steal my agreement?” Yang Xinyi raged.

She had searched her room and found her copy of the agreement was stolen; she knew it must have been Ye Xiong’s doing.

She was secretly glad to have locked the original in the safe, but to her dismay, when she opened the safe, everything else was still there except for that agreement. Therefore, she firmly believed it must have been Ye Xiong’s trickery.

“Wife, I never signed any agreement with you. Aren’t you just getting older and a bit forgetful?” Ye Xiong said earnestly.