Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 162: Men’s Style and Outfit

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Men’s Style and Outfit

When Cheng Qiaobei received the notification from the head office, he stared at the screen in silence for a while.

He had been working overseas for nearly three months and was about to wrap up his work. Now, someone else was sent over to take over, which clearly meant he was being cast aside.

The notice didn’t mention him at all, not even half a word, although Cheng Qiaobei didn’t need to think hard to understand the reason.

Wei Lai called, and Cheng Qiaobei leaned against the back of his chair, answering in a low voice, "Hello?"

"Manager Cheng, I saw the notice. Now they want Wan Mingkun to go. What about you? You’ve been busy up until now... What does the headquarters really mean?"

Wei Lai was speaking up for him, but Cheng Qiaobei had come to terms with it when he first saw the notice.

"Please book a flight for me back home the day after tomorrow. Wan Mingkun will probably arrive tomorrow. I’ll hand over the work to him; I reckon I’ll be free the day after tomorrow."

Wei Lai wanted to say something more but felt he did indeed need to take a break, so she swallowed her words. "Okay, I’ll send you the flight details later."

"Mm."

Cheng Qiaobei hung up the phone and proceeded to lead the hotel management meeting as usual.

The hotel management team hadn’t expected Cheng Qiaobei to continue attending the meeting. Before announcing the end of the meeting, Cheng Qiaobei stood up and said,

"Before we conclude the meeting, I’d like to take a moment of your time to announce something that some of you might already know." Cheng Qiaobei smiled calmly, "The headquarters has assigned Manager Wan Mingkun to take over the management affairs of the hotel. Thank you all for your support and help over the past half month. It has been a joyful and meaningful experience working with you all. I’ve learned a lot and felt everyone’s goodwill and optimism. This work experience will be a very valuable asset for me.

Before I leave, I will continue to complete work diligently and connect properly with the incoming manager, trying not to bring unnecessary trouble to everyone.

There is a saying in China, ’All good things must come to an end.’ I wish you all success in your future work, happiness, and health.

Meeting adjourned."

Cheng Qiaobei smiled and nodded, leaving amid the regretful sounds of others.

Wan Mingkun arrived quickly, and after Cheng Qiaobei handed over all the materials and work to him, he boarded the plane back home.

He didn’t notify Chen Ningxi, considering it a surprise for her.

Last time too, he had left in a hurry and then suddenly appeared again.

After getting off the plane, he went straight back home.

Walking in and seeing everything familiar, his mood improved.

He took a shower and went to the dressing room to change clothes. It was August; the weather was hot, so for the surprise, he decided to avoid his previous dressing style by choosing a mature man’s outfit.

A white T-shirt, light grey jeans, revealing lean and nice-looking forearm muscles; to avoid being recognized by Chen Ningxi, Cheng Qiaobei specifically chose a black bucket hat and wore black-framed glasses and a mask.

Standing in front of the mirror again, surely no one could recognize him from ten meters away.

Cheng Qiaobei calculated the time and went to buy cold drinks, placing a bouquet of flowers on the back seat.

Chen Ningxi, who had hurried back from the Donggou wind power project site, stepped out of the car covered in dust and sweat. Driver Wang Xiaoqi handed her the mineral water from the back seat, "Manager Chen, here’s your water."

Chen Ningxi took it, "Xiao Wang, there’s a meeting in the city at nine tomorrow. We’ll leave at seven-thirty; come to pick me up directly at my doorstep in the morning."

Wang Xiaoqi: "Okay, I’ll call you when I arrive."

Chen Ningxi walked toward the office building, followed by a man wrapped tightly behind her. He was holding flowers and cold drinks. Chen Ningxi laughed to herself, guessing it was probably some girl from a department who was in love.

How lucky, even in this heat, someone came to the office to deliver flowers and drinks.

Back in the office, before she could sit down properly, the office door was knocked on.

Knock, knock, knock.

Chen Ningxi responded through the door, "Come in."

Knock, knock, the person outside knocked again.

Chen Ningxi said, "Come in!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Chen Ningxi got up, saying as she walked, "The door’s not locked."

She had just opened the door when a bouquet of flowers was thrust into her face, prompting her to instinctively take two steps back.

"Who are you?" Chen Ningxi stared at the person behind the flowers.

The person’s face was hidden by the flowers, and then he handed the cold drink to her. Chen Ningxi was just about to ask, "Who are you?" when she saw the wedding ring on his finger.

"You’re back!!!"

Chen Ningxi hugged him with surprise, causing Cheng Qiaobei to stagger backward.

Her face pressed against Cheng Qiaobei’s chest, the familiar scent, the familiar embrace, the familiar feel.

Cheng Qiaobei laughed and asked, "Didn’t recognize me?"

Chen Ningxi was a bit guilty, saying, "Honestly, when I saw you in the courtyard, I really didn’t recognize you, probably didn’t dare to. You’re dressed like a college student; who’d know it was you."

"Hahaha..."

Feeling the resonance from the vibration in his chest, it was clear her answer pleased him a lot.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Chen Ningxi released him and reevaluated his outfit.

"Just tell me if I look handsome." Cheng Qiaobei made her drink the beverage, inserting the straw, "Regularly iced."

"Handsome, handsome, handsome!" Chen Ningxi took it and sat in the chair, drinking. Cheng Qiaobei placed the flowers on the desk, took off his hat, and just with the glasses and mask, managed to outshine Chen Ningxi’s sight.

She stared at him and giggled, Cheng Qiaobei removing the mask and glasses, saying, "It’s so hot. There’s no benefit in wearing these."

Chen Ningxi said, "It must be hot for you, but you’re pleasant to look at for me."

"Is that so?" Cheng Qiaobei leaned against the back of the sofa, his hand resting naturally on the mahogany armrest, tilted his head, and asked with an unserious expression, "Does the cute guy on the treadmill dress like this too?"

"Pfft—" Chen Ningxi spat her drink out, "Cough, cough, cough..."

Cheng Qiaobei quickly grabbed a tissue to help her wipe, "No need, no need, look at you being guilty."

"I’m not guilty." Chen Ningxi took the tissue from his hand, wiping her mouth while saying, "Bringing him up so suddenly, who wouldn’t spit it out?"

Cheng Qiaobei half-crouched in front of her, looking into Chen Ningxi’s eyes, with longing and desire swirling inside.

The distance and the atmosphere were just right. His hand was just about to hook her neck when Chen Ningxi suddenly sat up straight, nervously saying,

"No way, we’re at the office."

Cheng Qiaobei pulled her back once more, "Come here," using the tissue to wipe the pulp from her collar, "What are you thinking?"

He crumpled the tissue into a ball, tossing it through the air in a beautiful arc, landing precisely in the trash can.

Cheng Qiaobei sat back on the sofa, his posture leisurely, "Working overtime today?"

Chen Ningxi took a big gulp of her cold drink, "Not today."

Cheng Qiaobei checked the time, "What do you want for dinner?"

Chen Ningxi asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Qiaobei thought for a moment, "...I want to eat you."

Chen Ningxi glanced at the door and quickly shut it, "We’re at the office, quiet down. It’ll be so embarrassing if the colleagues hear."

Cheng Qiaobei took the opportunity to hold her hand and bit it on the back before releasing it, leaving a watch-shaped mark with his teeth on her wrist.

"Ouch... Why are you biting me?" Chen Ningxi held her wrist, "Look, there’s a teeth mark."

Cheng Qiaobei really thought he had hurt her, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb, but Chen Ningxi laughed as the teeth marks gradually faded. She said,

"If I don’t show you soon, it’ll be gone."

Cheng Qiaobei caressed the semicircle of teeth marks, "Not allowed to kiss, not allowed to eat—what are you up to?"