My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 252: Chapter 0252: Disgusted to Death?_1
 

Yang Xinyi sat on the sofa, Xiao Baibai lay in Tang Ning’s arms, human and dog, occasionally glancing at each other, their eyes filled with flames.

Seeing Yang Xinyi’s expression, Ye Xiong couldn’t help but laugh.

“Xinyi, you’re an adult, why are you competing with a dog and throwing a tantrum!”

“Exactly, Xiao Baibai is just a dog after all. It hasn’t provoked you in any way, is there really a need to hold such a deep grudge against it? Besides, it was with great difficulty that your cousin-in-law brought it back from Miaojiang. To say that we should just cast it aside, isn’t that a bit inhumane?” Tang Ning chimed in.

“I didn’t ask you to throw it away, I just want you guys to find a place for it to stay outside the villa, so it doesn’t enter the villa itself. That’s not too much to ask, right?” Yang Xinyi said.

“Let’s all take a step back then.”

Ye Xiong thought for a moment and said, “Tomorrow, I’ll build a nice doghouse outside. At night, Xiao Baibai can stay there, and during the day, it can be inside the villa, but only on the first floor. It’s not allowed on the second floor. How does that sound?”

Tang Ning and Yang Xinyi were speechless, and Xiao Baibai didn’t say anything either—right, it can’t even talk.

“Since no one has any objections, let’s decide on that. From now on, humans and dogs shall live together in peace and build a beautiful home,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

At last, the conflict was resolved, but this was only temporary. There would undoubtedly be friction in the future, and it seemed necessary to solve the problem from the root.

To do so, one must first make Yang Xinyi accept small animals again and remove the trauma she felt from being scratched by a dog in her past.

After returning to his room, Ye Xiong couldn’t wait to take out the Nine Palaces Labyrinth Step manual.

The power of the Nine Palaces Mystic Step, Ye Xiong had already tested it on Skeleton and knew its intensity without a doubt.

Ye Xiong began to study it attentively.

Four, nine, two

Three, five, seven

Eight, one, six

These simple nine numbers were the core of the Nine Palaces Mystic Step.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Each small square was divided into nine grids, making a total of eighty-one steps.

In the Nine Palaces Diagram, five is the enemy, and the remaining eight squares are friendly.

The method of cultivation is to focus on the number five, conduct thorough research, and use astonishing steps to firmly trap the opponent.

The manual stated that at the highest level of cultivation, one could form eight afterimages around the number five, as if there were eight people in combat, initiating an attack from all sides.

This manual was quite exaggerated. Even the most skilled person couldn’t possibly create eight afterimages; to create a single one was already quite an achievement.

It was pure boasting.

Boasting aside, the Nine Palaces Mystic Step was still unpredictable and especially suited for close combat.

Using a pen, he drew a Nine Palaces Diagram on the floor, with a clothes rack standing vertically in the center where the five should be. Ye Xiong started practicing the steps in front of the clothes rack according to the manual.

It was easy to talk about, but very difficult to execute.

Because the Nine Palaces Mystic Step required extremely high-quality physical fitness from its practitioners and placed a tremendous strain on the body.

To give a simple example, going from the first to the sixth square normally takes at least two steps, but in the Nine Palaces Mystic Step, one cannot take two steps but only a step and a half. The so-called half-step is a feigned step, meaning the toes must touch the ground lightly, and the body must cross over rapidly. This movement demands a lot from the toes.

If one were not a master, it’s likely that this small step could break their toes.

For masters, the Nine Palaces Mystic Step was a treasure that could increase their level, but for the average person, it was even less useful than a worthless boxing manual, since they wouldn’t be able to perform it at all.

Ye Xiong briskly shifted his body, becoming more and more excited as he practiced.

Because he discovered that this really was a miraculous set of steps.

He became so absorbed in his practice that he forgot everything else.

Meanwhile, in the room across the way,

Yang Xinyi, after taking a shower, lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She found it strange why the nights had been so peaceful for the past two days?

He had come back last night and went to sleep in the next room quietly after she had fallen asleep. Tonight, after he came back, he stayed over there and didn’t come over.

In the past, this guy could not wait to stick to her room every night; she couldn’t even shoo him away. He would hold her and caress her upper body all over, taking every advantage before he was willing to sleep.

Had this guy changed his ways?

Or was it that something had happened to him after returning from Miaojiang, and his personality had slightly changed?

Or perhaps, after he went and came back from Du Yuehua, he had vented out?

Yang Xinyi felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Women have such temperaments; when Ye Xiong used to sleep with her, she was scared to death, afraid he would do that thing to her. Now that he wasn’t asking, she felt uneasy.

It couldn’t be because of that dog matter that he was angry with her, could it?

Or had she declined his requests too often and hurt his pride?

Yang Xinyi was in turmoil and wanted to ask what exactly he meant and why he wouldn’t sleep with her?

She held her phone, thinking of making a call, but she feared this guy would take it as an opportunity to climb up the pole and think she was giving him the advantage just by calling him.

“If he doesn’t want to come and sleep, then don’t. Who cares?”

Yang Xinyi covered herself with the blanket to sleep, but she couldn’t fall asleep no matter what and felt that she would probably have insomnia tonight.

Ye Xiong was so engrossed in his cultivation that it was as if he had returned to the feeling of training in the army.

When he felt a bit tired, he checked the time and realized it was already past 3 a.m. without him noticing.

A man, once he releases his energy, has no more desires left.

When Ye Xiong came back, ignited by Andong, he had thought of going home to his wife to relieve himself, but after his bout of cultivation, he was so tired that he forgot everything and fell asleep on the floor without even taking a shower.

The next morning, when Ye Xiong woke up, there was no one else at home.

But there was a dog.

On the table, there was a note left by Tang Ning.

“Cousin-in-law, remember to build a doghouse for Xiao Baibai today. At noon, remember to feed Xiao Baibai. Make sure you remember; if it goes hungry, I will hold you accountable. I’ve gone to school.”

This Tang Ning, now in her heart, I can’t even compare to Xiao Baibai.

After breakfast, he went outside to find red bricks and a few bags of cement and personally built a doghouse of several square meters on the villa’s lawn for Xiao Baibai.

Since the cement was not dry yet and there were no decorations, it was already noon by the time he finished.

After feeding Xiao Baibai a meal of beef, Ye Xiong called Du Yuehua to ask where she was. After learning she was at a hotel, he took along the envelope left by Skeleton, addressed in Du Yuehua’s handwriting, and headed towards the hotel.

It was dinner time, and Du Yuehua, Wang Tong, Wang Shu, Xiao Mei, and several executives from the hotel were dining together.

Seeing him approaching, Wang Tong quickly stood up, “Brother Xiong, come, sit over here?”

He moved a seat next to Du Yuehua to let Ye Xiong sit down.

“Now that you’ve been a hotel manager for a while, you’ve become slicker,” Ye Xiong teased, pointing at him.

“This isn’t being slick; it’s called progress,” replied Wang Tong.

“Xiao Mei, I can see the bump now. How far along are you?” Ye Xiong pointed at Xiao Mei’s slightly protruding belly and asked with a smile.

“Five months,” replied Xiao Mei.

“Have you had a scan? Is it a chick or a rooster?”

“Aren’t you disgusting?” Du Yuehua glanced at him disapprovingly.