Chapter 19

Looking at Ye Shaotang’s heated gaze, Xu Yi felt extremely wronged on behalf of the previous Xu Yi.

She took a deep breath and said lightly, "Perhaps Young Master Ye's memory is not good. I've said before that the previous Xu Yi who was servile, loved you and only looked up to you is dead. The current Xu Yi is a Xu Yi who had escaped death. Those stupid rules before do not apply anymore. If you still want to abide by those rules, I have no objection because I don’t remember them anymore.”

“Xu Yi! Don’t go overboard!”

Ye Shaotang growled. Even though he had never seen that nonchalant face on Xu Yi before, but it did not feel foreign to him.

An Xin was so wishful and bright, but arrogant yet domineering.

A lot of people disliked An Xin, but Ye Shaotang liked her.

He understood very well that he and An Xin were the same kinds of people.

He only acted like this so that he could protect himself and the person he loved.

But now looking at Xu Yi who was imitating An Xin, Ye Shaotang panicked in his heart.

He pushed Xu Yi away and staggered two steps back before retreating to the window. He looked at the flashing neon lights outside and then finally let out a long exhale. He said in a low voice, “You wanted to set new rules. Tell me, what do you have in mind?”

Initially, Xu Yi thought she had no chance, but since Ye Shaotang was letting her speak, she did not hold back. She poured a glass of water to clear her throat and sat down on the sofa opposite of Ye Shaotang. She said, "First, sleeping arrangements. I want to sleep at my own house at night! I have my room over there and I can sleep comfortably on my huge bed. I can roll in any direction I want."

Ye Shaotang's pupils contracted. "No, I disagree. You're my wife. If you reside in your maternal home for a long time, people will start making assumptions. You don’t care because people already thought of you as the woman who became my wife by climbing into my bed. But I, Ye Shaotang, will not accept any forms of slander or assumptions. So, you have to stay here with me.”

Even though Xu Yi expected this result, but when she heard Ye Shaotang emphasizing on staying with him repeatedly, Xu Yi’s heart submitted and beat faster. She even felt a little excited.

Xu Yi even had an illusion that perhaps the original Xu Yi’s soul had not left completely. There were still some fragments of her residing in this body.

Otherwise, she would not have felt excited after hearing Ye Shaotang’s tyrannic order.

Xu Yi placed her hand on her heart to make sure that she was not having a heart attack before replying, “I can agree to stay here with you since you asked me sincerely, but I have one condition. From today onward, don’t ask me to sleep on the couch.”

“On what basis?” Ye Shaotang raised his eyebrows. He glanced at Xu Yi with disdain.

“On what basis that you are arranging as such? When was it your turn to arrange this? Xu Yi, don’t think so highly of yourself, and don't demand a mile after you're given an inch."

Xu Yi’s lips curled into a sly smile. She waved her phone and chuckled coldly, “On what basis? On the basis that I have so many journalists from different tabloids in my phonebook. Say, we’re a pair of husband and wife who fight constantly. We look fine on the surface but deep down, we hate each other. What do you think our daily life looks like? Will people be interested in us? And you, Young Master Ye, forced your cute, newly wedded wife to sleep on the couch, and she’s still sleeping on the couch. Say, what will those journalists think? Would they think that… hmm… the Young Master Ye has some hidden disease?”