My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 123: Chapter 0123 The Legendary _1
By the tenth drink, Ye Xiong didn’t even know how he managed to swallow it, he just felt dizzy and strained, and then he collapsed onto the sofa.

He had no idea when the gathering dispersed, nor who carried him into the room, but by the time Ye Xiong woke up, it was already around four or five in the morning.

A big loss indeed, this time he had paid both in personal and professional terms, never expecting to falter at such a critical moment.

Ye Xiong got up and had a drink of water, the alcohol slowly dissipated, and his consciousness became much clearer.

He took out his phone, checked the time, and saw it was already past four in the morning.

Recalling Yang Xinyi’s words before she left, Ye Xiong felt a bit uncomfortable and decided he would go with Yang Xinyi to get the divorce certificate at dawn. As for his sister-in-law’s banquet in a few days, he would just manage to attend then; after all, the two were used to acting out their roles.

After sobering up, tossing and turning, Ye Xiong couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, with his mind full of various thoughts.

He considered calling Du Yuehua but was afraid of disturbing her, and after much thought, his mind finally settled on Luo Weiwei.

“What about the promise of the night sky, under the moon, amidst the wild?” Ye Xiong sent a WeChat message.

Expecting Luo Weiwei not to be there, to his surprise, she replied after a moment with a few words, “at the hotel entrance.”

What did she mean by that—did she really want them to go to the night sky, under the moon, in the wilderness, on the grass?

The very thought excited Ye Xiong, who tumbled and stumbled to the hotel entrance.

The security guard at the gate found it strange to see him come out so early in the morning but still respectfully called out, “President Ye.”

Ye Xiong nodded and squatted at the entrance to wait, but after ten minutes, there wasn’t a ghost’s shadow.

“Damn, fooled by that wench again.”

Just as he was about to go back to sleep, suddenly a sound of a vehicle approached from far away, and a motorcycle darted right in front of him in an instant.

On the bike, Luo Wei, wearing a helmet, said with a heroic bearing, “Get on.”

“If you feel happy, you clap your hands, if you feel happy, you stand tall…” Ye Xiong was so excited he almost hummed the song, and he hopped on.

Luo Weiwei revved up the engine, and the bike shot forward.

One hundred ten, one hundred twenty, one hundred thirty.

When the bike reached one hundred forty, Ye Xiong felt the cold wind of early morning on his face like a knife cutting into it.

He got a bit unsettled by this.

This woman, completely mad, driving at such a speed—if something went wrong, it would be a matter of two lives lost.

However, Ye Xiong was not afraid; instead, he felt a thrill.

The bike made its way toward Tiandu Mountain.

Along the way, Ye Xiong’s hands started to become restless.

First hugging Luo Weiwei’s slender waist, and seeing no reaction from her, his hands slowly moved upward.

Ye Xiong’s heart beat so fast it felt as though it might burst out of his chest.

This was a suicidal rhythm; if Luo Weiwei became angry and drove them off a cliff, it would mean their destruction together.

To his surprise, Luo Weiwei still didn’t react as if she hadn’t noticed the assault.

Throughout the journey, Luo Weiwei didn’t say a word apart from driving.

The bike continued northward and eventually made it onto Tiandu Mountain.

The mountain road was pitch black and winding, Ye Xiong had taken Yang Xinyi here before, and it was right beneath this mountain peak that Yang Xinyi had asked Ye Xiong to marry her, and he had agreed on impulse.

Finally, they reached the summit of the mountain.

In the night sky above, a full moon hung, over the wilderness, with a green meadow in front that was being gently swayed by the wind.

The night scene was beautiful, perfectly matching Luo Weiwei’s description of the night sky, beneath the moon, in the wilderness, on the grass.

Could it be that her words from last night weren’t just idle talk, and she was actually preparing for an outdoor encounter with him?

Ye Xiong instantly got excited!

“Get off,” Luo Weiwei said indifferently.

Reluctantly letting go, Ye Xiong got off the bike.

Luo Weiwei removed her helmet, revealing a face of stunning beauty.

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, maybe she was shy, or perhaps Ye Xiong’s flirting on the way up had aroused her because, at that moment, her face was indescribably flushed, seemingly bashful and angry at the same time, exuding charm in every glance.

Before Ye Xiong could fully appreciate her allure, Luo Weiwei walked over, clasped his neck with both hands, and kissed him.

He was kissed forcefully.

After a moment, Ye Xiong took the initiative, seizing control.

“Don’t move, let me do it,” she said.

Women ah, they all harbor a heart that yearns to be an Empress.

Ye Xiong obediently stayed still, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Seeing Ye Xiong gazing unwaveringly at her body, Luo Weiwei shyly said, “Close your eyes, I’m shy.”

Ye Xiong obediently complied with Empress Luo’s instruction and instinctively closed his eyes.

“Don’t open your eyes, or I’ll leave,” Luo Weiwei warned.

Women ah, really silly—later on, it would all be laid bare just the same.

Ye Xiong trembled with excitement, his imagination running wild.

Under the night sky, beneath the moon, in the wilderness, on the grass.