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He liked Du Yuehua, liked Yang Xinyi, and also liked Luo Weiwei.

Yang Xinyi was pure, as cold and indifferent as an Ice Mountain, making him want to melt her constantly. Such a woman would be the best type of wife; Luo Weiwei interested him greatly—not to mention her voluptuous figure, her righteous personality alone was something he quite fancied. Countless times, he fantasized about rolling in bed with her, wondering if she would be just as domineering as usual—whether it would be her on top or him.

As for Sister Hua, there was even less need to say—her charm and tender feelings were something he could not let go of.

He wanted to possess all these women; to say otherwise would be a lie.

But there was a prerequisite: these women had to be with him of their own free will; he would never force anyone.

Like with Yang Xinyi, if she truly didn’t like him and chose to divorce him, he saw no need to cling to her unwillingly.

But given Yang Xinyi’s current state, seeming as if she cried all night yesterday, looking like she didn’t want to leave, that’s why he spoke out to test the waters.

“Why not divorce, wasn’t it all settled?” Yang Xinyi said with a sullen face.

In his lifetime, Ye Xiong had encountered many women, and he almost always had them figured out, their emotions transparent to him. Yet, for his own wife, he was utterly clueless.

If she liked him, why would she want to divorce him?

If she didn’t like him, why were her eyes red and swollen?

“Wife, what exactly is your attitude? Can’t you just say it plainly? I really can’t take this anymore.” Ye Xiong put down his chopsticks on the table and decided to clear the air straightforwardly.

He had decided, from now on, he would speak his mind openly, no more playing dumb or mute.

“Divorce?” Yang Xinyi said firmly.

“In my heart, I’m definitely against divorce. Staying here during this time, I’ve gradually grown fond of this feeling of having a home and, slowly, fond of you too…”

“Fond of what about me?” Yang Xinyi interrupted him, rolling her eyes. “Do you like sleeping with me, or do you enjoy the playboy’s life of keeping the domestic flag flying while the foreign banners wave outside?”

Of course, he liked both, but Ye Xiong would rather die than say it out loud.

“Anyway, I really like the feeling right now.” Ye Xiong gave a vague answer.

Yang Xinyi fell silent, as if pondering, and just at that moment, Ye Xiong’s phone started ringing.

Ye Xiong took it out and saw that it was his Little Aunt, Yang Yueru calling.

“Little Aunt, how come you’re calling so early today?” Ye Xiong answered the phone, smiling as he asked.

“Xiao Xiongxiong, am I interrupting your big project of baby-making?” From the other end of the phone, Yang Yueru giggled.

Ye Xiong’s phone volume was loud, and with Yang Xinyi sitting close by, she heard her aunt’s words loud and clear, lining her face with exasperation. That aunt of hers really had no filter, asking such things bluntly.

“We usually do the baby-making at night; Xinyi doesn’t like doing it in the morning.” Ye Xiong glanced at Yang Xinyi, saw her glaring eyes and, not daring to jest any further, switched to the main topic: “Little Aunt, so early in the morning, is there something you need from us?”

“It’s like this, we’ve just purchased a new house and want to throw a housewarming party. You and Xinyi should come, it’s on the fifteenth of this month,” said Yang Yueru.

“We’ll definitely come. By the way, have you told Dad about it?” Ye Xiong asked.

“I’ve already spoken to them. Come over a couple of days early. Xiao Ning has been nagging about seeing you two; she’s been going on about it so much that it’s started to annoy me.”

“My schedule is fine, I’m not sure about Xinyi’s. I’ll ask her later, and she can give you a call.”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xinyi was so angry that her face turned bright red.

“This aunt of mine, who exactly is her niece? With such a big issue, she should have called me, how could she call you? Does she even care about her own niece at all?” Yang Xinyi fumed angrily.

“Is it different whether she calls me or you?”

“How could it be the same? We are getting divorced,” Yang Xinyi huffed.

“Why don’t we not get divorced for now? Think about it. Auntie is quite optimistic about us. If we get divorced, she will definitely be unhappy when she finds out, and she won’t even be in the mood to celebrate our wedding,” Ye Xiong said earnestly.

Yang Xinyi calculated the time, today was the third, there were still more than ten days left. She had endured all this time, so a few more days wouldn’t make much difference.

“I’m warning you, if you’re messing around with other women, make sure you wash off the scent of women before you come back, or else don’t bother returning,” Yang Xinyi said hatefully.

“I didn’t mess around. I just went for a stroll in the mall. As you know, there are many women in the malls, it’s very normal to smell like perfume,” Ye Xiong lied.

“You don’t need to explain to me, just make sure not to bring back the scent of another woman, that’s all.”

Ye Xiong shrugged his shoulders. Just then, his phone rang again; it was an unfamiliar number.

“Mr. Ye Xiong, do you remember our night of passion from not too long ago?” a voice disguising its tone came from the phone.

Hearing this voice, Yang Xinyi’s face changed again.

His debts from his promiscuous adventures had caught up with him again.

“Cousin, you shouldn’t be causing trouble for your brother-in-law. Don’t you think I have enough chaos here?” Ye Xiong, with his sharp hearing, immediately recognized that it was Tang Ning disguising her voice.

Tang Ning?

Yang Xinyi was speechless at once. The aunt was like this, and the cousin was like this too. Shouldn’t they be calling her? Who exactly are their relatives?

“Brother-in-law, can’t you be a bit more oblivious? It’s no fun at all,” came Yang Xinyi’s annoyed voice on the phone.

“You think everyone is like that, all ‘chest’… chest with no schemes, huh?” Ye Xiong almost blurted out ‘big chest, no brain.’

“Did mom call you?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Come over early. I’ll take you to Kyoto for some fun. Our place is not something your rundown area can compare to,” Tang Ning said.

“I’ll come with your cousin two days early.”

“Most importantly, make sure you bring enough money. Not too much, just one hundred and several tens of thousands. You have to bring that much,” Tang Ning reminded solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xinyi couldn’t hold back anymore. She snatched Ye Xiong’s phone and asked with suppressed anger, “Tang Ning, how much money did you just say I should bring?”

Hearing Yang Xinyi’s voice on the phone, Tang Ning got startled and hastily said, “Cousin, I have a class now, 88.”

After speaking, she hung up in a hurry.

Yang Xinyi, still seething with anger, threw the phone on the table and demanded of Ye Xiong, “Did you buy Xiao Ning a bracelet worth one hundred and ninety thousand?”

At this moment, Ye Xiong would not dare admit it even if he were beaten to death.

“Nonsense, you know I’m as stingy as they come. I’m not one to part with a single feather. How could I possibly spend that much on a necklace for her?”

“I mentioned a bracelet, not a necklace. If it wasn’t you, how would you know to mention a necklace?” Yang Xinyi glared at him fiercely.