My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife Chapter 1: Marriage, Divorce?

At the Civil Affairs Bureau’s Marriage Registration office.

"I am married." Qingfeng Li mused, clutching a small booklet as he exited the Civil Affairs Bureau, his gaze drifting towards the sun overhead. A sense of bewilderment still lingered. For any man, marriage was a monumental life event.

"In three months, we... will divorce."

A frigid tone, delivered right by Qingfeng’s ear, elicited a subtle shift in his expression. Divorce immediately after marriage? Was this some kind of jest?

The speaker was an exquisite young woman, possessing skin as white as snow, an oval face framed by delicate brows, and lips like ripe cherries. Her sparkling eyes held a captivating depth, akin to talking stars.

Clad in a flowing white skirt, her flaxen hair cascaded down her back. Her form boasted a graceful S-curve, a testament to the golden ratio, with a generous bust and shapely posterior that drew the eye.

Her substantial chest, in particular, was a striking feature, irresistibly commanding attention and tempting onlookers.

This woman was Xue Lin, renowned as the foremost beauty of Eastern Sea city and the CEO of the esteemed Ice Snow Corporation.

Xue Lin’s name carried significant weight in ES city.

A celebrated figure in the business realm, she was known by many epithets, including the Ice Snow CEO, the Queen of the Business World, and the Unrivaled Beauty. Indeed, she was the object of affection for every man in ES city.

Three years prior, the Ice Snow Corporation teetered on the brink of collapse. However, following Xue Lin’s assumption of leadership, she masterfully revitalized the company, implemented strategic reforms, recruited top talent, and ultimately resurrected the corporation from its near demise, elevating it to a multi-billion RMB market valuation.

"Our marriage was arranged by your father; are you certain he approved of this divorce?"

Qingfeng Li’s brow furrowed as he posed the question. It was crucial to understand that Qingfeng’s background was far from ordinary. He was the scion of the Li Family from the capital, an lineage boasting a net worth in the hundreds of billions of RMB.

Due to the mysterious disappearance of his parents, Qingfeng had been cast out and sent abroad. During his time away, he embraced the life of a mercenary, eventually forging the formidable Wolf Fang Clan and earning the notorious moniker, the Wolf King.

He was, in essence, an underworld overlord of the Wolf Continent.

Yet, Qingfeng’s prolonged absence from the country meant he had never encountered Xue Lin, leaving them without any emotional connection.

Consequently, a pair bound by no affection would naturally have little desire to spend their lives together.

Thus, almost immediately after obtaining their marriage certificate, discussions of divorce commenced.

"In three months, regardless of your feelings, I will divorce you."

Xue Lin’s beautiful countenance was as cold as ice, devoid of any discernible emotion. Her agreement to marry Qingfeng Li had been solely under duress from her father, who sought to forge an alliance with the affluent Li Family.

Had Xue Lin refused, her father threatened to reclaim control of the Ice Snow Corporation.

While Qingfeng possessed a well-defined nose and a handsome face, his attire—camouflage clothing paired with oversized slippers—betrayed a lack of refinement. Xue Lin, a woman of meticulous cleanliness, could hardly be expected to favor him.

To be considered her partner, one needed to present as at least a well-groomed gentleman.

Regrettably, Qingfeng seemed to possess only a pleasing visage and little else. In the brief time they had been acquainted, Xue Lin had already compiled a lengthy list of his perceived flaws: unkempt, a smoker, indolent...

In Xue Lin’s estimation, Qingfeng lacked any commendable or endearing qualities. When one harbors a strong dislike for someone, even their most trivial traits can appear as glaring imperfections.

Rumble~

Xue Lin entered her BMW, ignited the engine, and sped away, leaving Qingfeng standing alone on the sidewalk.

"This wife... is rather cold," Qingfeng remarked, a hint of discomfort creasing his features as he remained on the sidewalk.

Their signatures on the paperwork had legally cemented their union. Though no intimacy had occurred, not even a shared hand-hold, Xue Lin’s abrupt departure, stranding him on the roadside, felt undeniably amiss.

As for attempting to placate her, was that even a consideration? Xue Lin’s mere icy facade was already an insurmountable barrier.

The moniker of Ice Goddess was not bestowed without reason.

"Never mind, I’ll just catch the bus back," Qingfeng decided, glancing at the blazing sun overhead before narrowing his eyes and walking toward the nearby bus stop.

Soon, Bus Route #1 arrived.

Qingfeng fed a coin into the fare box and casually boarded the bus.

He made his way toward the rear of the vehicle, stopping at the sole available seat in the third-to-last row, adjacent to the window.

"Excuse me, beautiful, may I take this seat?"

Qingfeng inquired with a smile, addressing the young woman already occupying the adjacent seat.

Breathtakingly beautiful, a woman of perhaps twenty-three or twenty-four years stood before him. Her face was captivating, accentuated by a delicate nose and sparkling eyes. Clad in professional attire, she exuded an air of grace that perfectly showcased her exquisite figure.

Upon hearing Qingfeng's words, the long-haired beauty merely cast a dismissive glance his way before averting her gaze, effectively ignoring him.

This striking woman was named Wanqiu Xia. She had long grown accustomed to the predictable pickup lines men used, particularly those like Qingfeng's. Their intentions were invariably the same: to capture her attention and then secure a date.

Consequently, her established principle was to disregard anyone who approached her without a genuine purpose.

"Another… ice queen," Qingfeng muttered, a frown creasing his brow. He let out a sigh and took a seat beside her.

He found himself reminiscing about his former life on the Wolf Continent. Despite the constant scent of battle and the pervasive warfare that ravaged the land, the women there were refreshingly forthright. A mere look from a man as handsome and accomplished as himself was enough to capture their hearts.

Since his return to Eastern Sea city, Qingfeng had encountered two such enigmatic women. The first was his wife, Xuelin, and the second was the long-haired beauty now seated beside him.

While undeniably attractive, her frigid demeanor rendered her rather uninteresting, like a statue carved from ice.

Ouch~

A sudden groan escaped Wanqiu, and a flicker of pain crossed her pale, lovely face.

She felt as though a sharp needle had pierced her abdomen, a wave of intense stabbing pain overwhelming her.

"Beautiful lady, are you alright?" Qingfeng inquired, his frown deepening with concern.

"My… my abdomen hurts," Wanqiu managed to articulate, her forehead now beaded with sweat. The radiant beauty that had previously graced her features was now contorted in pain.

Qingfeng observed her closely. He noticed the faint grayish tinge around her eyes and the slight yellowing of her ears – tell-tale signs of appendicitis.

"My dear lady, you are suffering from appendicitis," Qingfeng stated, his brow furrowed slightly.

"How could you possibly know that?" Wanqiu blinked, her beautiful eyes widening in confusion. Her pretty face was etched with bewilderment.

She had visited the hospital the previous day, where she was indeed diagnosed with appendicitis. The doctor had recommended immediate hospitalization for surgery. However, her demanding work schedule left her with no time for such a procedure.

Prioritizing her career, Wanqiu had opted for medication and hastily returned to work. She never anticipated that the prescribed medicine would prove so ineffective, leading to the resurgence of her symptoms within just a day.

"My lady, the symptoms of appendicitis include darkened under-eyes, abdominal pain, fever, and abdominal muscle rigidity… I can help treat you," Qingfeng explained.

Qingfeng's gaze was earnest, and he listed the exact symptoms Wanqiu was experiencing, offering his assistance for her treatment.

He simply couldn't bear to see such a beautiful woman in distress. It felt like a crime! Those who are sickly, especially pretty girls, deserve the utmost care and attention.

"Alright, what do you suggest?" Wanqiu Xia's lips curved slightly. Seeing the sincerity in Qingfeng's eyes, she decided to place her trust in him, at least temporarily.

Of course, her willingness to trust Qingfeng wasn't solely based on his earnest expression. The symptoms he described perfectly matched the doctor's diagnosis.

"Rest assured, this will take but a moment," Qingfeng reassured her with a gentle smile.

Pew pew pew pew pew pew…

Drawing forth nine silver needles, Qingfeng employed the legendary [Nine Needles of Fate]. With swift precision, he inserted them into the appendix, Shen Que, Guan Yuan, and six other vital acupoints.

As is often the case with acupuncture, Qingfeng's hands inevitably brushed against Wanqiu's body.

He couldn't help but acknowledge the perfection of her physique. Her legs alone, he mused, deserved a 99% rating. The only reason they weren't flawless, in his opinion, was the absence of stockings.

The sensation of his touch against her snow-white skin sent a jolt through him, as if every pore on his body had come alive.

Such exquisite legs! What an incredibly fortunate man her boyfriend must be.

"This fellow… he seems to have ulterior motives…" Wanqiu Xia's cheeks flushed, her ears turning a shade of red. A subtle blush of shyness crept into her beautiful eyes.

It was her first time experiencing such intimate physical contact with a man. A strange numbness spread through her, and her heart fluttered like a frantic bird trapped within her chest.

"Pervert, what are you doing? Hurry and cure this pain," Wanqiu whispered, her eyelashes trembling. She had already mentally labeled Qingfeng a "pervert."

However, her assumption was a misinterpretation of Qingfeng's actions. He was meticulously searching for the correct acupoints, which required him to touch her in a manner that might seem suggestive.

"My apologies, I was momentarily distracted," Qingfeng offered an awkward smile. His right hand then moved with deliberate care, slowly inserting the needle approximately 1.5 inches into the acupoint before gently rotating it at the tip.

He understood that the attack of appendicitis had likely been triggered by the consumption of cold foods.

By rotating the needle, he aimed to generate warmth, which would help to clear the meridians and stimulate blood circulation, thereby expelling the lingering coldness from her system.

The lingering coldness within Wanqiu’s body gradually dissipated following Qingfeng’s acupuncture, her complexion slowly regaining its natural rosy hue.

"Thank you, I feel much better now." Wanqiu's cheeks tinged with a blush as she expressed her gratitude to Qingfeng. The events that had just transpired still left her feeling a tad bashful.

"It was nothing." Qingfeng responded with a smile, his strikingly handsome features causing Wanqiu’s heart to flutter once more.