My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 66: Conspiracy_1
On the table, there was a full spread of dishes, and Aunt Wang and Wang Shu, wrapped in scarves, bustled in and out with great busyness.

When Ye Xiong entered, Wang Shu glanced at him, then quickly averted her gaze.

Ye Xiong pretended not to notice, and sat down, but his eyes closely followed Wang Shu’s every move.

Subconsciously, he felt that tonight’s banquet was not so simple.

“Brother Xiong, my wife and I would like to toast to you. Without you, there would be no Wang Tong of today, and I couldn’t have found a good wife like Xiao Mei,” Wang Tong stood up, filled a glass of beer for Ye Xiong, and handed it over.

Ye Xiong took the beer, laughed and said, “Brother, don’t talk like an outsider.”

After that, he clinked glasses with Wang Tong and Xiao Mei and downed it all in one go.

“Come on, President Du, let’s eat,” Wang Tong said.

“Ye Xiong, your girlfriend is really beautiful,” Aunt Wang suddenly blurted out from the side.

As Du Yuehua was about to explain, Ye Xiong interjected, “Of course, the taste of Ye Xiong could never be off.”

“Who is your girlfriend,” Du Yuehua glared at him and pinched his thigh hard under the table.

“Can you not touch me when we’re eating? Wait till we get home tonight, and you can touch all you want,” Ye Xiong suddenly chided her with a serious face.

The people around burst into laughter upon hearing this, and Du Yuehua almost wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hide.

The dinner was going pleasantly, but halfway through, a sudden loud bang was heard.

The front door fell to the ground with a thunderous noise, and at the same time, more than a dozen men holding machetes burst in imposingly, startling everyone present.

The leader of the group was a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old young man with a square face and glasses, looking quite scholarly. However, the venomous look beneath those glasses did not escape Ye Xiong’s notice.

“What do you want?”

Having toughened up from his time working at the hotel, Wang Tong was no longer the timid man he once was, and he stood up first, yelling loudly.

“I am your brother-in-law,” the man with glasses sneered at the angry look in Wang Tong’s eyes and said contemptuously, “Oh, you don’t believe me? Then, let me prove it to you.”

His eyes fell on Wang Shu and he coldly ordered, “What are you waiting for? Come over here.”

Wang Shu hesitated for a moment, remembering that her secret was in someone else’s hands, she didn’t dare to disobey and obediently walked over to the man with glasses.

“Believe it now? If not, I can give you another proof,” he said.

After he spoke, he suddenly slid his hand inside Wang Shu’s clothing.

“Zhao Jun, don’t do this…”

Wang Shu tried to escape, but Zhao Jun did not stop; he even gripped harder, causing Wang Shu to scream in pain and unable to break free.

“Kid, do you believe now that I am your brother-in-law?” Zhao Jun laughed triumphantly.

“Zhao Jun, that’s enough,” Wang Shu couldn’t hold back any longer and cried out in shame.

“Don’t worry, I will keep my promise to you. We just want Ye Xiong and Du Yuehua. As for your brother and your mother, we won’t touch them,” the man with glasses said and then waved to the people behind him, commanding, “Go on, start by chopping off that person’s hands and feet.”

As a group of men prepared to rush forward, Ye Xiong suddenly let out a roar.

“Stop.”

His piercing gaze fell on the man called Zhao Jun, and he said coldly, “Who gave you the courage to mess with me?”

When stared down by Ye Xiong, Zhao Jun took several steps back in fright, but he quickly composed himself and arrogantly said, “Let me tell you, Wang Shu has already poisoned the wine. Aren’t you feeling weak all over now, unable to muster any strength? I want to see how tough you are now.”

Wang Tong’s face changed drastically, “Sis, you know they want to hurt Brother Xiong; why would you help them? How could you become like this?”

Wang Shu stood beside Zhao Jun, her gaze fixed intently on Ye Xiong, and her eyes shot flames of hatred.

“It’s all his fault I’ve turned out this way, isn’t it? If it weren’t for him, would I have fallen to these depths?” Wang Shu said through gritted teeth.

“That’s your own damn fault, what does it have to do with Brother Xiong?” Wang Tong retorted angrily.

“Ptui! If it weren’t for him, would I be killing… comfortably sitting in the office, enjoying life?” Wang Shu almost slipped up and revealed the murder,

“But aren’t you doing well now? Brother Xiong is willing to take you in, letting you stay at home until you find another job, to start over. That’s a hundred times better than when you and Yang Bin were lovers,” Wang Tong said loudly.

“Bullshit, do you know what I’ve gone through during this time?” Wang Shu screamed frantically.

In this period, she had nightmares every day, seeing that thug turn into a Fierce Ghost, coming to claim her life; dreaming she was caught by the police, suffering in jail; and even dreaming she was executed, her head blossoming from a bullet.

She’d thought the appearance of Zhao Jun would be a beacon in her life, only to discover he was a psycho. He used the leverage of her killing someone to torment her repeatedly, treating her like a tool. Even for work, he made her sleep with clients, and yet she dared not resist; her life was like that of a walking corpse.

All of this was related to Ye Xiong—if he hadn’t forced her to leave Future New City, she’d still be comfortably sitting in her office, enjoying the leisurely life of a white-collar beauty.

Ye Xiong stood in place, silently listening to Wang Shu vent, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Man may be forgiven for acting in accordance with heaven, but one who brings disaster upon themselves cannot live. I warned you but you wouldn’t listen, so don’t blame me for my lack of mercy.”

“Now you’re nothing, a cripple. If you beg for mercy on your knees, I might still grant you a quick pain. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?”

“Otherwise, I’ll make sure you’re limbless for the rest of your life, lying in bed.”

Zhao Jun’s face turned cold, and with a sweep of his hand, he commanded, “Do it, chop off his limbs.”

Immediately, several thugs brandished knives and lunged at Ye Xiong.

Du Yuehua and Xiao Mei closed their eyes in terror, screaming loudly.

Just as the blades were about to strike him, Ye Xiong suddenly moved.

Without seeing how he did it, the hands holding knives were pressed down onto the table.

Ye Xiong grabbed a pair of chopsticks from beside him and stabbed down fiercely, nailing the two hands to the table.

Two screams echoed through the hall, reverberating around the room.

“It’s impossible! You clearly drank poisoned alcohol; how can you be unharmed?” Wang Shu exclaimed in shock, screaming incredulously.

“Are you talking about this bottle?” Ye Xiong picked up a bottle of beer from the floor.

When he’d been pouring the alcohol earlier, he swiftly switched it without anyone noticing.

Beside him, Zhao Jun saw the chopsticks embedded in the wooden table; with such strength, he was truly a peerless master.

Now, with not a trace of poisoning in Ye Xiong, Zhao Jun panicked and bolted for the door.

Just as he was about to reach the exit, a shattered beer bottle furiously struck his leg, causing him to fall flat on his face.

Seeing this, about a dozen thugs, armed with knives, pounced fiercely toward Ye Xiong.

Concerned they might harm Du Yuehua and Xiao Mei, Ye Xiong, like a ferocious tiger, leaped into the crowd. A chorus of screams rang out, mixed with the sound of breaking bones, as the thugs, with either broken arms or legs, writhed in pain on the ground.

Approaching Zhao Jun, Ye Xiong lifted him up and said coldly, “I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. First question: who sent you to deal with me?”