My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Happiness Life (Four updates)_1
 

She stepped out onto the balcony.

Yang Xinyi leaned on the railing, looking at the potted plants on the balcony, where flowers bloomed, green grasses thrived, and a cactus bristled with thorns.

From here, the hospital garden could be seen in the morning light.

On the walkway, many patients and their families were taking a stroll.

Some hobbled on crutches, some were being supported, and some were pushing wheelchairs,

including an elderly couple, both with silvery-white hair, well into their seventies.

The man sat in a wheelchair, his expression vacant, symptomatic of a stroke. The old woman pushed him, incessantly talking as if he could hear her.

Witnessing these scenes, Yang Xinyi felt touched.

In this world, what could be more important than growing old together?

And what could be more important than health?

During the days Ye Xiong lay unconscious, Yang Xinyi had thought a lot. She had thought over and over in her heart, as long as he could wake up, live a good life, nothing else mattered.

As long as he was happy, she was willing to step back, not wanting to put him in a difficult spot again.

Light footsteps came from behind, and Du Yuehua walked over, standing beside her.

“Are you feeling any better?” Yang Xinyi asked.

“Much better. I should be completely healed in a while, though there will definitely be scars,” Du Yuehua said with difficulty.

No woman wants her body to be anything less than perfect; scars are simply too unsightly.

“Ah Xiong probably won’t mind,” Yang Xinyi said, mustering courage.

Du Yuehua was taken aback, not reacting immediately.

After a long moment, she looked at Yang Xinyi in shock, because she perceived a certain meaning in her words.

Yang Xinyi hardened her heart and continued, “As long as you don’t marry him, I can pretend to know nothing. As long as he’s happy, that’s fine. But apart from you, I can’t accept any other women by his side.”

What courage must it take for the mighty president of Xinyi Group to reach this point, and how long must she have thought about it?

“I never minded what choices Ah Ye Xiong makes, as long as he has me in his heart, that’s enough. As for getting married or not, whether or not there’s official status, or how many women he has around him, I don’t care,” Du Yuehua said.

“Apart from you, I don’t want him to have any other women. Also, I hope the two of us can come together.”

“Unite?” Du Yuehua was taken aback.

“Du Yuehua, we both are women. If Ah Xiong had other women, would you truly not mind? I’m afraid there wouldn’t be a single woman who wouldn’t care. As long as we unite, present a united front to the world, he definitely wouldn’t dare to fool around,” Yang Xinyi said.

“If that’s the case, let’s have a pleasant cooperation,” Du Yuehua said with a smile, extending her hand.

“A pleasant cooperation.”

Their hands clasped together.

If Ye Xiong knew that the two women had formed an alliance on the balcony, who knows what he would think.

Meanwhile, Ye Xiong in his hospital room was distracted.

Not until the door opened and the two women came in together, chatting and laughing, did he begin to feel confused.

Shouldn’t they be like Mars colliding with Earth, battling for three hundred rounds? How come they were chatting and laughing, as intimate as sisters?

This unusual situation gave him a bad feeling.

Unfortunately, there were too many people in the room for him to ask comfortably.

Then, Lu Long, Du Feng, and Vermilion Bird all came to visit him.

By the afternoon, Wang Tong and Wang Shu had arrived, making the hospital room very lively.

That was when Ye Xiong realized that, unbeknownst to him, he had so many people who cared for him.

Lover, paramour, friends, colleagues, comrades—all of these people concerned about him, which was quite touching.

In the afternoon, Ye Xiong completed the discharge procedures; he had expected to move back into Yang Xinyi’s villa, but to his surprise, he learned that his father, Ye Yuandong, had purchased a villa for him in Jiangnan while he was hospitalized.

Ye Yuandong felt his son should at least be considered a future successor to the Capital City Haitian Group. Although married, living at the wife’s place was embarrassing, so with a flick of his wrist, he threw out tens of millions and bought a lavishly decorated garden villa in the most expensive center of Jiangnan.

“This is the world of a tycoon, envy could kill,” Tang Ning said, seeing the villa for the first time and being completely conquered by its decor.

Ye Yangyang was also visiting for the first time, but she had simple requirements for living accommodations and so was not particularly impressed.

Yang Xinyi was quite shocked as well.

Though she was wealthy, spending tens of millions on such a luxurious villa was something she was somewhat reluctant to do.

“How do you feel?” Father Ye Yuandong asked Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong looked around and nodded his head, feeling satisfied.

“The property is registered in your and Xinyi’s names. From now on, this is your shared asset,” Father Ye Yuandong said with a smile.

“Shared asset?” Yang Xinyi was startled.

She suddenly remembered that some time ago, Father Ye Yuandong had asked to borrow her ID for some business, which apparently was for this transfer process.

“You should move in tomorrow. After eating soft rice for so long, now I can finally lift my head high,” Ye Xiong said to Yang Xinyi with a laugh.

“Show-off,” Yang Xinyi gave him a look.

The next day, Ye Xiong called a moving company to transfer Yang Xinyi’s things to the new villa.

After a whole day of busyness, everything was finally moved in.

In the evening, when the two returned to their room, Ye Xiong immediately became excited.

Tonight, he could finally spend a beautiful night with his dear wife.

Ye Xiong had taken his bath early, lying on the bed waiting for Yang Xinyi.

Half an hour later, Yang Xinyi came out of the bathroom with her hair damp and began to blow-dry it at the vanity.

“Wife, let me help you dry your hair.”

Ye Xiong hopped out of bed, walked over to Yang Xinyi with eagerness, snatched the hairdryer, and began to blow her hair.

Yang Xinyi sat on the chair, eyes closed, enjoying his service.

After a while, when her hair was almost dry, Ye Xiong set the hairdryer aside and, with his hands on her shoulders, began gently to knead them.

His familiar technique, just the right amount of strength, and precise manipulation of the pressure points made Yang Xinyi comfortably moan.

What could be more seductive for a woman than a massage?

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