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Just as Ye Xiong had relaxed, his heart suddenly tightened again.

No, that’s not right. If it’s just to meet a friend, why did she dress up like this?

In his memory, Ye Xiong had never seen Yang Xinyi dress up so beautifully to go out. Could it be she was going to meet a lover?

As this thought took root in his mind, Ye Xiong suddenly felt a sourness in his heart.

“Meeting what friend?”

“A friend who just came back from abroad.”

“A foreigner?”

“From Huaxia.”

“A man or a woman?” Ye Xiong pressed on relentlessly.

Yang Xinyi glared at him: “Why do you need to know so clearly? Who I meet is none of your business.”

“Who says it’s none of my business? You are my wife. Going behind my back to meet men is like putting a green hat on me, do you understand?” Ye Xiong said seriously.

“Have you ever treated me like your wife?”

She wasn’t going to mention it, but as soon as they got on this topic, Yang Xinyi became angry.

“You’re out there living it up, womanizing, staying out all night, sleeping with other women. When have I ever interfered with you? Our marriage is a sham. We had an agreement when we got the license not to intrude on each other’s lives, and that both of us are free to find our own partners. Why are you trying to control me now?”

“I… I’m just worried you’ll be taken advantage of. You’re dressed up so beautifully, no man who sees you wouldn’t have improper thoughts, and I’m afraid you’d run into those men with ulterior motives. You know how unreliable men are these days,” Ye Xiong said.

“Is there any man more unreliable than you?”

“At the very least, I’m safer.”

“The one who nearly raped me, you call that safe?” Yang Xinyi said with contempt.

That sentence, like a needle, painfully pricked Ye Xiong’s heart!

It turns out words can hurt so deeply.

“Give me the keys,” Yang Xinyi held out her hand.

“I won’t. I’ll drive you back later,” Ye Xiong quickly pocketed the keys.

“Your company is having a gathering; you’re likely to get completely drunk. How will you drive?” Yang Xinyi reached out her hand, angrily demanding, “Hand them over quickly.”

Ye Xiong wasn’t that foolish and placed the keys in his trouser pocket.

Yang Xinyi, too vexed to deal with him any longer, got out of the car and walked towards the hotel lobby.

Once Ye Xiong parked the car, he hurriedly followed her. At that moment, his phone rang.

“Brother Xiong, why haven’t you arrived yet? Everyone’s waiting for you.” On the other side of the line, Wang Tong urged.

No more crap. His wife was about to run off with someone else, and he was about to be metaphorically crowned with an enormous green hat. He was in no mood for drinks now.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll come by later.” After saying that, Ye Xiong hung up the phone.

Yang Xinyi passed through the banquet area and headed towards the western restaurant, finally stopping at a table.

From a distance, Ye Xiong saw a man in a suit already seated there. When he saw Yang Xinyi approaching, he quickly stood up, went over to the opposite side, and readied the chair for her to sit down.

An extremely gentlemanly demeanor!

“The more a man plays the gentleman, the more evil his heart, the beast in human clothing.”

Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing together, Ye Xiong became even more unhappy, yet he didn’t know what to do.

Yang Xinyi had made it clear just a moment ago: their marriage was fake. What right did he have to meddle in her personal life?

Ye Xiong’s eyes rolled around, and then he suddenly dashed off to the kitchen.

“Good day, President Ye.”

“Good day, President Ye.”

With his hands behind his back, Ye Xiong walked into the kitchen with an air of official business, looking very much like a leader inspecting his territory.

When the staff saw him, they all became scared and busied themselves with work, just like mice when they see a cat.

“Which table is this steak for?” Ye Xiong asked a waiter as he pointed.

“Table eighteen,” the waitress replied.

Ye Xiong took over the order and had a look. Table eighteen had ordered two steaks, one flavored with pepper, and the other with tomato.

Having lived with Yang Xinyi for so long, Ye Xiong had never seen her eat spicy food, so he was sure that the spicy one must be for that lustful beast.

“Let me take a look.”

Ye Xiong took the spicy steak as if he were inspecting the food.

The sous-chef, working on the steak, almost let the sweat on his forehead drip down.

“Hmm, not bad!”

Ye Xiong nodded and casually sprinkled a dash of croton powder onto the steak unnoticed by anyone.

“Trying to seduce my wife, let’s see if you don’t get the shits.”

He left the kitchen and sat down in a corner from where he could watch Yang Xinyi’s table from afar.

The man in the suit seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing glasses, appeared meek and scholarly on the outside, good-looking, and seemingly quite capable of conversation, as Yang Xinyi maintained a smile after listening to him.

This was a recipe for being cuckolded!

Back at home, Ye Xiong had never seen Yang Xinyi smile so happily.

Finally, the steak was served.

A sly smile appeared on Ye Xiong’s lips; he was eager to see how the man in the suit would react when he found himself frantically needing a toilet without a moment’s respite.

He had it all planned out; when the man went to the restroom, even the toilet paper would’ve been switched, leaving him high and dry.

“That’ll teach you to flirt with a married woman.”

Ye Xiong chuckled to himself, almost seeing the man in the suit’s embarrassing moment unfold.

In the next instant, he was completely flabbergasted.

The pepper-flavored steak wasn’t placed in front of the man in the suit, but in front of Yang Xinyi.

Could his luck be this bad?

Seeing Yang Xinyi start to cut the steak and put it into her mouth, Ye Xiong hurriedly dashed out.

“Wife, what are you doing here?” Ye Xiong approached.

Before Yang Xinyi could react, Ye Xiong had snatched the fork from her hand and asked with concern, “How can you eat something so greasy? It’s fattening and can lead to hyperlipidemia.”

Yang Xinyi, sharp as ice, guessed that he had tampered with the steak and was a bit angry at the moment.

The man in the suit, puzzled by the scene, asked, “Xinyi, who is this man?”

Ye Xiong didn’t speak but just took a piece of paper from his clothes, laid it on the table, and said, “You tell me, who am I?”

The man in the suit glanced at the paper and was stunned to see it was a photocopy of a marriage photo with their images on it.

Yang Xinyi was speechless. Although this guy had even brought a copy of their marriage certificate, what was he trying to do?

“So Xinyi, you’re already married,” the man in the suit said sourly.

“Jing Feng, it’s not like that. Let me explain,” Yang Xinyi stood up to clarify, “My relationship with him isn’t what you’re imagining at all, we’re not really married.”

“Indeed we’re not truly married, it’s just sharing a room, sleeping in the same bed, eating together every day, going to work together…”

“Ye Xiong, enough with your nonsense or I’m going to lose it,” Yang Xinyi couldn’t hold back any longer and stood up furiously.

“Xinyi, your husband seems to be in a bad mood. How about we meet up another time?” Jing Feng in the suit also stood up, ready to leave.

“No need, let’s go somewhere else to eat,” Yang Xinyi said angrily, grabbing her purse next to her and turning back to Jing Feng, “Come on, there’s a good steakhouse by the river, and it’s close to here.”

Jing Feng glanced at Yang Xinyi, then looked at Ye Xiong, seemingly contemplating the relationship between the two.

“All right, let’s go there,” Jing Feng finally agreed.

Although Yang Xinyi was already married, the allure of a married woman was not any less than that of a young girl, even more fascinating for Jing Feng.

He wouldn’t pass up an opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.

Ye Xiong, seeing that smug look in Jing Feng’s eyes, immediately became unsettled and quickly stood in their way.