Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 118: Dreams of the Past

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Dreams of the Past

Last night, the rain came and went throughout the night. Chen Weichuan didn’t return all night, leaving Ye Yujun worried and sleepless.

In the morning, she checked her social media and found out that there had been a breach in the Danjiang River dike. They worked overnight to reinforce the embankment, finally blocking the breach in the early morning.

Just as dawn broke, Ye Yujun got up to make breakfast. She cooked the vegetable pancakes that Chen Ningxi liked and the purple rice porridge that Cheng Qiaobei loved. Upon hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around to see Chen Ningxi, still drowsy, entering the kitchen.

"Why are you up so early?"

Chen Ningxi stood by her side, "You’re up even earlier than me."

Ye Yujun flipped the vegetable pancakes and sprinkled a handful of black sesame seeds, "I wanted to make breakfast for you both, so I had to get up early."

Chen Ningxi leaned on Yujun’s shoulder, "Thanks, Mom."

"Is Cheng awake?"

"Not yet."

"Your dad didn’t come back."

"No, there was a dike breach, so your dad and his team have been there all night, fighting the emergency."

"So serious," Chen Ningxi was about to reach for her phone but then thought he must be catching up on sleep after the exhausting night, "I’ll call him during the day."

Ye Yujun said, "Your dad has a tough job, ever since he went into office, all he’s thought about is doing practical things for the people, solving real problems. Since his heart is filled with the livelihood of so many, he’s bound to sacrifice some things. Try to understand him more."

For so many years, the father-daughter relationship was like that of a superior and a subordinate, which kept Chen Ningxi from feeling close to Chen Weichuan.

"I know." Chen Ningxi felt complicated inside.

"What time does Cheng go to work?" Ye Yujun asked.

"Him? He said last night he’d wait for a call today." Chen Ningxi took the spatula, "Let me do it."

With help available, Ye Yujun went to mix the side dishes.

In the bedroom, the person sleeping hazily dreamt of childhood events.

That was when Zheng Rongxi first found out about Cheng Xiangheng having an illegitimate child outside. She barged in, banging on the door with a group of people. The maid, unaware of the situation, let them in. Once in, Zheng Rongxi started smashing things to pieces and threatened Ding Yuan to leave Danjiang. She even intimidated Cheng Qiaobei. A child who had just started first grade faced verbal abuse from adults. Ding Yuan pulled Cheng Qiaobei behind her, shielding him as the women’s slaps and men’s punches landed on her.

With eyes red from anger, Zheng Rongxi grabbed a lamp and hurled it at Cheng Qiaobei, hurling foul words, calling him an illegitimate child, a wild spawn. Seeing the lamp about to hit Cheng Qiaobei’s head, Ding Yuan quickly shielded him tightly in her arms. The lamp smashed heavily on the back of her head, blood gushing out instantaneously, staining his school uniform red.

"!"

Cheng Qiaobei suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He hadn’t expected to remember all these old events so clearly after so many years.

Looking at the surroundings, he remembered this was Chen Ningxi’s room. He rested his hand over his eyes, calming himself before getting out of bed.

As he opened the door, the kitchen lights were on, and the scent of breakfast warfted over. The homely atmosphere was warm and comforting, embodying Cheng Qiaobei’s ideal vision of home.

He entered the kitchen, "Mom."

"Awake?" Ye Yujun poured the prepared chili oil into the salad, quickly stirred it with chopsticks, and picked up a bite, "Cheng, taste this, is it good?"

Cheng Qiaobei quickly walked in and chewed it in his mouth, "Tastes good."

"Need more vinegar?"

"No, it’s perfect."

"Alright then." Ye Yujun prepared to plate it, and Chen Ningxi came over, "Mom, let me taste."

Ye Yujun picked another bite for her, and Chen Ningxi said while eating, "Add a little more sugar, maybe? A sweet and sour taste, it’s not sweet enough."

Sprinkling a handful of sugar and mixing it in, "How about now?"

Chen Ningxi nodded, "Mm... Delicious."

From the very start, Cheng Qiaobei noticed that Ye Yujun never overlooked Chen Ningxi’s feelings, always responding to everything, especially during the incident where Chen Ningxi was slandered with false rumors. She firmly stood behind Chen Ningxi, supporting her and seeking justice.

In contrast, reflecting on his mother, it seemed that after that incident, Ding Yuan became indifferent to him. Growing older, he increasingly felt ignored by her, even saying she was cold.

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t understand why other mothers loved their children so much, whereas she didn’t love him.

Although she didn’t love him anymore, in young Cheng Qiaobei’s heart, he still loved his mom. He just ceased to love himself and wouldn’t love anyone else.

As a result, in his later life and relationships, Cheng Qiaobei felt lost. Even his first love, which lasted many years, ended fruitlessly.

Chen Ningxi’s appearance helped him slowly regain the ability to love someone.

After washing up and having breakfast, no matter what Ye Yujun told him, she wouldn’t let Cheng Qiaobei clean up. She ushered them out of the kitchen, "Alright, you don’t need to be here. Hurry up and get ready to go to work."

Chen Ningxi was applying skincare products when Cheng Qiaobei came in, hugging her from behind.

She asked while applying face cream, "What’s up?"

Cheng Qiaobei rested his head on her shoulder, "Nothing, just wanted to hug you."

Chen Ningxi applied lipstick in the mirror and asked, "What time are you going to the company?"

Talking about company affairs, Cheng Qiaobei felt a surge of frustration. Today, he should have some resolution to certain matters, and perhaps the dream was also a sign of something.

"A call should be coming soon, let’s go together."

"Don’t move." Chen Ningxi turned around and helped Cheng Qiaobei wipe his face. He closed his eyes to feel the gentle hands softly caressing his face.

"All done." She tiptoed to kiss him on the lips.

Cheng Qiaobei propped both arms on the edge of the sink, enclosing her in his embrace, his nose rubbing against her forehead as he muttered:

"Sweetheart,"

"Mm?"

"Sweetheart."

"What?" Chen Ningxi couldn’t help but laugh. Though he said nothing, she sensed that he seemed quite sad. She hugged Cheng Qiaobei, "Don’t feel like going to work?"

Cheng Qiaobei chuckled, "...How did you know?"

Naturally, Chen Ningxi understood that once he submitted his report, it would certainly cause quite a stir, after all, it involved the distribution of interests and some people’s vested interests.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "If I skip work, can I live off you?"

Chen Ningxi patted his back, "Live off me, huh?"

"Yeah." Cheng Qiaobei nodded.

"Then if one stays home and lives off others, there must be one going out to work," Chen Ningxi clicked her tongue, "Alright then, considering how handsome my husband is, I’ll go earn money, and you can stay home and live off me."

Cheng Qiaobei laughed so much that his shoulders trembled, "Forget it, I don’t need to be supported by a woman. Besides, with my teeth, I can’t live off others. Supporting you sounds more feasible."

Chen Ningxi asked, "Do you think it will cause any unpleasantness today?"

Cheng Qiaobei remained silent for a moment, "Mr. Cheng should have a major decision to announce. I predict the overseas hotels will be redistributed."

"You mean Chairman Zheng’s?" Chen Ningxi immediately thought of Zheng Rongxi’s hotels.

Cheng Qiaobei’s gaze deepened, "I fear the entire overseas hotel distribution."