Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 153: All You Need to Do Is Love Me

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: All You Need to Do Is Love Me

In Cheng Xiangheng’s world, the development of Jade Jiali was above all else. This was the career he had fought for all his life and the empire he had sacrificed everything to build.

Originally, Cheng Qiaobei was a controllable pawn, but ever since he met Chen Ningxi, this pawn began to disobey its master. He had to restore the original order and manipulate the overall situation in his own way.

To provoke a woman’s jealousy, you only need to place her against another woman.

Cheng Xiangheng said, "I really admire Manager Jiang’s honesty, Qiao Bei not choosing you was his poor judgment."

Jiang Wanyi smiled, "Mr. Cheng, although you’re complimenting me, I feel more offended. Manager Cheng and I are in the past; now that he’s married, I won’t have improper thoughts about a married man. I won’t cross my moral bottom line."

Cheng Xiangheng’s expression remained calm, unaffected by Jiang Wanyi’s words, "Well, you young people should make your own decisions."

"..." Indeed, the older the wiser, Jiang Wanyi only felt like she was punching a pillow.

Next, Cheng Xiangheng talked about the overseas hotel cooperation but still set conditions for her to send him a copy of the work progress.

Jiang Wanyi didn’t understand why he didn’t trust Cheng Qiaobei. If her boss was like this, she would have resigned.

Finishing the dinner, Jiang Wanyi sent a message to Cheng Qiaobei.

komorebi (Jiang Wanyi): Call me back when you can.

At that moment, Cheng Qiaobei was taking a shower, and Chen Ningxi was sitting at the vanity applying skincare products. Hearing the phone’s notification, she glanced at the bedside table through the mirror.

A woman’s sixth sense can be really accurate sometimes; even without looking, she could feel that the message was from Jiang Wanyi.

When Cheng Qiaobei came out and saw the message on his phone, he subconsciously glanced at Chen Ningxi. She sensed it from the corner of her eye but still pretended not to care.

Cheng Qiaobei held the phone, "Jiang Wanyi asked me to call her back."

Chen Ningxi paused in brushing her hair, her hand lightly holding her hair as she tilted her head, "Oh... it’s okay, go ahead and call."

Cheng Qiaobei nodded and sat at the foot of the bed, dialing Jiang Wanyi’s number in front of her.

The room was quiet, and since they weren’t far apart, Chen Ningxi could clearly hear the music from the phone as Cheng Qiaobei turned on the speaker.

Amid the ringing, Chen Ningxi stood up, walked over to his side, and turned off the speaker, "I trust you, and you should have confidence in me too."

She went to the kitchen to heat milk, which was her way of giving him trust and enough space to handle work matters.

The call connected, and Jiang Wanyi talked about the dinner, but didn’t mention anything personal between them.

As it was about to end, Jiang Wanyi asked, "Will she get mad if I call you?"

Looking at Chen Ningxi, who was drinking milk and watching TV in the living room, his eyes softened, "No, my wife trusts me. She knows we’re discussing work."

Jiang Wanyi suddenly remembered Cheng Xiangheng’s words and sighed silently, "Okay, no worries then. Be careful yourself, don’t forget the plane the day after tomorrow."

Cheng Qiaobei, "Got it."

After hanging up, Cheng Qiaobei went to the living room, where Chen Ningxi was holding a mug with watery eyes, "All finished?"

"Mm." Cheng Qiaobei sat down next to her, tilting his head to look at her, "Manager Jiang reminded me to be careful at the company to prevent someone from sidelining my authority."

Chen Ningxi’s eyes flickered; it seemed Jiang Wanyi’s character was still quite good.

"But isn’t your current position already akin to being sidelined?"

Cheng Qiaobei pulled her closer by the shoulders, "Many people want to sideline me, but not many have the capability. If anyone had a clear mind, they wouldn’t do anything that would harm the company’s interests."

His few words reassured Chen Ningxi as if there was no problem he couldn’t solve in her presence.

"Where to?" he asked.

Chen Ningxi said, "Helping you pack your clothes."

Cheng Qiaobei stood up with her, "I’ll do it myself."

"Let me help you." Chen Ningxi headed to the walk-in closet. Cheng Qiaobei hugged her from behind, his hoarse voice brushing against her eardrums as his hand slipped inside her nightgown, "Do you know which country I’m going to? Which city? What’s the local climate like? What clothes should I wear?"

Chen Ningxi held the mischievous hand under her clothes, her cheeks heating up, "Stop fooling around. Just tell me, and I’ll know."

Cheng Qiaobei playfully said, "Not telling you."

He was so good at teasing, turning even unreasonable antics into an ambiguous romance, kissing her while carrying her to the bedroom.

The light went out, darkness filled the room.

Tender kisses descended, long fingers gliding along curves, his breath invading her ears, wet and ticklish, awakening all dormant senses. They became feverish and wild because of him, their entwined bodies reaching new heights.

Pale arms clung to his arching back, the exhilaration of conquest leaving nowhere to vent but on him, leaving scratch marks, while the moon shadows drifted over the mountaintops, tree shadows swaying gently in the breeze.

That night, lightning ran wild, flames burned fiercely, before parting, they offered up their future yearning to the night, filling every moment of separation with their passionate bodies.

Finding the empty box in the bedside drawer, Cheng Qiaobei said hoarsely, "No more."

...

The next day.

Cheng Qiaobei closed the bedroom door and went to pack his luggage. The temperature in the foreign country in July was similar to domestic, in the summer season, so there was no need to bring heavy clothes.

Closing the suitcase and preparing to make breakfast, as he just stepped out of the closet, the bedroom door opened.

"Did I wake you?" Cheng Qiaobei hurried over and hugged her. Chen Ningxi drowsily tilted her chin up, kissed him, and said, "No, I set the alarm to wake up early to pack your luggage."

He laughed, "No need, I told you I would pack myself."

Chen Ningxi rested her head on his chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat, "I’m not at ease, afraid you’d forget something."

Cheng Qiaobei’s large hand stroked her back, "In the past without you, I still packed perfectly fine and didn’t forget anything."

"In the past, you didn’t have a wife. Now you do. How can it be the same?" Chen Ningxi said, her voice lazy and slightly babyish from just waking up, sounding like it could melt one’s heart.

Cheng Qiaobei liked the feeling of being loved; it was something he lacked from a young age.

An unfortunate childhood needed a lifetime to heal, and his remedy was Chen Ningxi.

Chen Ningxi tirelessly listed the essentials needed for a business trip, Cheng Qiaobei responding with endless patience.

Suddenly, she pushed away, "If you’ve done everything, what will I do?"

Cheng Qiaobei lifted his hand to cover her face, leaned down to kiss her, with eyes so deep they could drown in her eyes, said,

"You just need to love me."

Chen Ningxi bit her lip and turned her face to the side, embarrassed saying, "Saying such cheesy words early in the morning."

"I’m serious," Cheng Qiaobei pinched her chin to turn her back, "Do you know why I woke up early this morning?"

Chen Ningxi shook her head.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I had a dream, in the dream you were gone, so I woke up."

He spoke so earnestly that Chen Ningxi felt a pang of sourness in her heart.

In Cheng Qiaobei’s upbringing, there was a lack of warmth from the family, no atmosphere of parental love. He didn’t even understand how to love someone, how to manage a relationship.

Hugging Cheng Qiaobei, "Haven’t you heard that dreams are always the opposite in reality?"