My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 83: The Other Side of the Female Police Officer_1
“What are you dawdling for, get up here!” Luo Weiwei urged.

“I’m very heavy.”

“Back when we were training, I used to carry a sandbag over a hundred pounds on my own, just like playing.”

“But…”

“Are you getting up or not? If you don’t, I’m not going to bother with you. Don’t blame me for not saving you when the time comes.”

He had to get up, he must satisfy her, continue until she was exhausted.

Since she insisted so persistently, Ye Xiong had no other choice but to clasp her neck and press onto her back.

With a strong twist of her slender waist, Luo Weiwei steadily carried Ye Xiong on her back.

“Where are you going?”

Ye Xiong found it odd when he saw her not heading towards the road but instead towards the mountains.

“The road is now chaotic, full of all sorts, who knows if there are still assassins mingled within. Given how you look now, it’s very dangerous to go back. I’m planning to cross this mountain and find a car on the other side, then take you to the hospital,” Luo Weiwei replied.

“I didn’t expect you to be so thoughtful, not the kind of woman who’s all brawn and no brains.” Ye Xiong was thinking the same.

Luo Weiwei had started to numb to Ye Xiong’s words that challenged her limits and couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.

At first, Luo Weiwei was relatively at ease, but after a few dozen meters, sweat began to break out on her forehead, and her back was drenched in sweat, wetting her entire dress.

I won’t end up in Hell for doing this, will I?

Even Ye Xiong, with his thick skin, couldn’t let her carry him any longer, so he said, “Weiwei, put me down, and let me walk on my own.”

“Stop moving around; I can handle it,” Luo Weiwei stubbornly said.

She was so exhausted that she was soaking wet and panting like a cow, yet she still insisted she could handle it.

In his life, Ye Xiong had done many shameless things, but this was the first time he felt so uneasy about it. But now, he was in too deep, and if Luo Weiwei found out he had lied to her, with her fiery temper, she would tear him apart.

There was no choice, he had to continue with his thick face, pretending.

But letting her carry him anymore was out of the question.

“I need to pee, let me down,” Ye Xiong had to lie.

“You’re not doing this on purpose, are you?” Who doesn’t need to pee earlier or later, it had to be now, which is why Luo Weiwei suspected he was lying, just so she wouldn’t have to carry him.

“Can’t you feel it?” asked Ye Xiong.

As soon as he said it, Luo Weiwei suddenly felt something pressing against her back, immediately blushing crimson.

Ye Xiong was being carried and their skin was touching; he smelled her fragrance and couldn’t stop the indecent thoughts, hence his body involuntarily reacted.

“No peeing early, no peeing late, it has to be now,” Luo Weiwei put him down and walked off into the distance.

Only then did Ye Xiong hobble into the bushes and pee freely to his relief.

After a while, Luo Weiwei returned, followed by Chen Han.

Seeing Ye Xiong unharmed, Chen Han’s face showed a look of surprise, his eyes complex.

“Captain, Ye Xiong is injured, his knee was hit by a stray bullet, you carry him for a while,” Luo Weiwei said, wiping sweat off her forehead.

Chen Han did not harbor any suspicion; in the aftermath of such an explosion, being alive was fortunate enough, being injured was expected.

Chen Han initially thought Ye Xiong had suffered serious injuries when Luo Weiwei said he was hurt, not expecting it to be just a foot injury; this guy really had a stroke of luck.

“Where are the others?” asked Ye Xiong.

“Apart from the three of us, all the other officers have been honorably sacrificed,” Luo Weiwei said with reddening eyes, obviously troubled by the loss of her colleagues.

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“They will be honored as martyrs,” Ye Xiong consoled.

“It’s all because of you, you bastard. If it weren’t for protecting you, how would they have died?” Chen Han roared, suddenly throwing a punch at Ye Xiong’s face.

The punch came too fast, and before Ye Xiong could react, it struck his face.

Because of his injured leg, he couldn’t dodge in time, and he didn’t want to. The punch hit him squarely in the face.

Ye Xiong was knocked to the ground.

“Chen Han, what are you doing?” Luo Weiwei didn’t expect Chen Han to hit Ye Xiong and hurried over to stop him.

“Am I wrong? This bastard has no idea who he’s offended, leading so many assassins to come after him. If it weren’t for that, would our brothers have died in vain?” Chen Han shouted righteously.

Luo Weiwei was very angry at first, but hearing him say this, she didn’t say much else but went over to help Ye Xiong up, her face showing a gloomy expression.

Chen Han was right; if it weren’t for Ye Xiong, would so many police brothers have died?

“I’m sorry, I caused their deaths,” Ye Xiong said guiltily to Luo Weiwei.

“As police officers, we’re always prepared for the day we might have to sacrifice ourselves. They died honorably,” Luo Weiwei said as she wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes. “Let’s go. Only by delivering you to the province will our mission be complete.”

Luo Weiwei had always struck Ye Xiong as a bossy policewoman with a fiery temper, and he never imagined she could also have such a sensitive side.

At this moment, she was especially captivating.

“One day, you will avenge them,” Ye Xiong said firmly.

Luo Wei nodded, then shouted to Chen Han, “Captain, you carry Ye Xiong.”

“I would never carry that kind of person,” Chen Han refused.

“Ye Xiong is already like this, are you going to make him walk on his own? How long will that take?” Luo Weiwei shouted fiercely, emotionally charged. “Chen Han, you’re a soldier. The chief gave us the task to ensure Ye Xiong’s safe passage to the provincial city. With him in this condition, isn’t it normal for you to carry him?”

“The chief asked us to escort him, not to protect him,” Chen Han retorted.

“You…”

“I’ve already called the city’s police department, and they will send people over soon. We just have to wait here,” Chen Han said.

“That won’t do, I don’t trust them,” Luo Weiwei firmly declined.

“Then let him walk on his own. He has managed to come this far before,” Chen Han said coldly.

Luo Weiwei, furious, her chest heaving with anger, walked over to Ye Xiong, crouched down, and called out, “Ye Xiong, I’ll carry you. Let’s go by ourselves.”

Chen Han hurried over to stop her, pleading, “Luo Weiwei, he’s just a prisoner. Do you need to go this far for him?”

“He is our duty.”

“You’ve escorted a murderer before who was seriously injured halfway through, and I didn’t see you carry him. Why are you so anxious about this guy now? Tell me, have you fallen for him?” Chen Han’s eyes flared with anger.

Luo Weiwei’s reaction was too unusual; her behavior wasn’t fitting for someone dealing with a prisoner—it was better than how one would treat a relative.

“I’m just carrying out my mission,” Luo Weiwei’s face turned scarlet.

While the two argued, Ye Xiong had been watching. Seeing Luo Weiwei pressed into such a corner, he felt compelled to speak up as a man.

“When Officer Luo was on a mission, I inadvertently saved her once. There’s nothing wrong with her behavior towards a lifesaver. Is it supposed to be like you, who acts like a cold-blooded animal?” Ye Xiong sneered.

“Shut your mouth,” Chen Han shouted, pointing at Ye Xiong’s nose.

“Struck a nerve, did I? Someone like you, a cold-blooded animal, would be a wonder if liked by anyone,” Ye Xiong scoffed.

Seeing Luo Weiwei treat Ye Xiong differently had long irked Chen Han, and now that Ye Xiong dared to insult him, he couldn’t hold back his anger and aimed a vicious punch at Ye Xiong’s face.

“Chen Han, don’t!” Luo Weiwei exclaimed in shock.