My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 98: Chapter 0098: First Meeting Gift_1
“He Mengji might have planted a bomb in Xinyi’s office,” Ye Xiong snatched the keys from Luo Weiwei’s hand and jumped onto the motorcycle.

“I’ll go with you,” Luo Weiwei hopped onto the back seat.

The whole motorcycle shot out.

Luo Weiwei thought she herself drove crazily, but in this moment, she realized what true madness was.

She clung to Ye Xiong’s waist the entire time, not daring to relax for a moment.

Her ample bosom pressed against Ye Xiong’s back and was severely deformed, but Ye Xiong had no time for ripples, only madly revving the throttle to the max.

Screech!

The motorcycle abruptly braked and stopped in front of the Xinyi Group building.

After Luo Weiwei got off, she was so dizzy she could barely stand, and by the time she recovered, Ye Xiong was nowhere to be seen.

Ye Xiong checked the time on his phone, less than ten minutes left, he sprinted upstairs towards Yang Xinyi’s office.

Yang Xinyi sat in her office, idly holding her phone when he walked in, stood up, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ye Xiong didn’t have time to answer her, his gaze swept through the office, searching everywhere.

The sofa, the computer desk, the flower pots, the air conditioner, all the places that should be searched, had been checked, but no bomb was found.

Ye Xiong frowned. Could that call just now have been a prank?

He looked up in thought, and suddenly his eyes fell on the ceiling.

After moving a table over, Ye Xiong stepped on it, took down a ceiling tile, and when he saw a compass-like object inside, even he, accustomed to high-stakes situations, couldn’t help but gasp.

“Ye Xiong, what on earth are you doing?” Yang Xinyi asked curiously.

“Wife, leave the building right now, the farther the better,” Ye Xiong commanded loudly.

“Why?”

Ye Xiong didn’t answer, instead removing a tray-sized object from the ceiling. When he saw clearly what was on it, he almost couldn’t help but curse.

A balancing bomb, damn it.

The balancing bomb was an invention of some bomb maniac, like the one in front of him, with four steel beads in the middle, each corner of the tray having a small hole where if any bead fell into one of those holes, it would trigger the bomb.

With the power of this bomb, demolishing a whole floor was definitely no problem.

The people below might be unharmed, but the floors above would definitely collapse, and then nobody would survive.

“Madman, this is the work of a madman.”

Ye Xiong, holding the tray, broke out in sweat even on his palms, and dared not make a single move; the balancing mechanism activated the moment he picked up the bomb.

“What is this, and who hid it here?” Yang Xinyi walked over and asked curiously.

“A bomb,” Ye Xiong stated flatly.

“You’re not joking, are you?” Yang Xinyi patted her upright chest.

“Look at me, do I look like I’m joking?”

Yang Xinyi noticed that not only was his forehead sweaty, but his back, hands, practically everywhere was drenched, and her composure was immediately disturbed.

“What do we do now?” After the shock, Yang Xinyi finally composed herself.

“There’s not enough time. We can only detonate the bomb in a safe to minimize injury. Where’s the best safe?” Ye Xiong asked.

“In the finance department, there’s a reinforced safe,” Yang Xinyi replied.

“Call the finance department right now, have them clear the safe, I need it urgently.”

“Should we evacuate the crowd?” Yang Xinyi asked.

Ye Xiong glanced at Yang Xinyi, and couldn’t help but nod inwardly.

If it was any other woman, knowing there was a bomb nearby, she’d be scared out of her wits and run faster than a rabbit, but Yang Xinyi remained so calm.

“If we tell everyone now that there’s a bomb in the building, more people will be trampled to death than if we don’t. Besides, there’s simply no time left,” Ye Xiong said, while balancing the tray.

Because he was distracted while speaking, the tray slightly tilted, causing a bead to roll around the edge of a hole, almost falling in.

Yang Xinyi covered her mouth, barely stopping herself from screaming, while Ye Xiong was sweating bullets—even down to his eyebrows.

Just then, Luo Weiwei rushed in frantically. Seeing Ye Xiong holding the bomb, her face turned pale.

“Busty girl, clear the way to the finance department for me. Don’t let anyone get close to me, don’t let them talk to me, and open the safe in the finance department,” Ye Xiong rattled off swiftly.

After all, Luo Weiwei was a police officer. With just one glance at the tray, she realized it was a balance bomb and knew that any distraction on Ye Xiong’s part would set it off. She quickly walked ahead to clear a path, ensuring no one approached.

“Take five steps forward, step, then turn left… and proceed straight,” she directed.

It has to be said, with a good partner, Ye Xiong’s pressure was significantly reduced, allowing him to focus entirely on balancing the tray, free from distractions.

Nonetheless, every step he took felt like a brush with death. The sensitivity of the balance device was too high; the slightest tilt was unacceptable.

It’s impossible not to wobble a little while walking.

Moreover, there were only five minutes left on the bomb’s timer. Walking slowly wasn’t an option.

Those five minutes were absolutely the longest Ye Xiong had ever endured in his life.

“Ahead, turn left, step forward…” Luo Wei guided further.

Inside the finance department, Yang Xinyi had already sent people to clear a path. At the end was the thick safe, made of pure alloy with exceptional hardness, which should minimize the impact of the bomb’s blast.

“Weiwei, you go first,” Ye Xiong whispered, standing in front of the safe.

“When you put down the bomb, closing the safe door won’t be that quick. I need to stay and help you,” Luo Weiwei said.

“Xinyi…”

“I’m not leaving,” Yang Xinyi clenched her teeth, staying put.

“If you stay, it will distract me,” Ye Xiong said.

Yang Xinyi clenched her teeth tighter and moved aside, not speaking further, but she didn’t leave.

Ye Xiong didn’t expect that she would choose to stay at such a critical moment. He couldn’t fathom what was going on in her head.

However, now was not the time to ponder—that left less than ten seconds on the tray’s timer.

“Weiwei, I’ll count to three, and on three, I’ll place the tray inside. You close the safe door as fast as you can,” Ye Xiong commanded seriously.

“Okay.”

“One, two, three!”

As the word ‘three’ escaped his lips, Ye Xiong threw the tray into the safe with utmost speed, and Luo Weiwei closed the door just as quickly. After completing these actions, both threw themselves to the ground.

As Ye Xiong threw himself down, he saw Yang Xinyi standing there foolishly and felt both annoyed and amused.

His silly wife—was she unafraid of death, or just frozen in fear?

He lunged at her, toppling Yang Xinyi to the ground and wrapped her up tightly, protecting her with his body as much as possible.

The expected explosion did not occur.

Instead, the strains of Western music wafted from the safe; the melancholy and somber tones of the saxophone filled the entire office.

Ye Xiong and Luo Weiwei exchanged glances, the same thought flashing across their eyes.

They’d been duped.

At that moment, the phone rang.

“Stinky woman, dare to play me with a fake bomb,” Ye Xiong swore as he answered the call.

“This is just a welcome gift,” came He Mengji’s chilling voice from the other end. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you die that easily. I’ll play with you harshly, making you understand what it means to wish for death.”

After finishing her words, He Mengji hung up.

Click!

Ye Xiong smashed the cellphone onto the ground in rage.

He had previously doubted Luo Wei’s words, but now, he believed her without a shred of doubt.

This He Mengji was definitely a lunatic, a vile woman ten times more troublesome for He Haodong to deal with.