Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 178: Late Night Phone Call

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Late Night Phone Call

The sedan had just driven out of the Golden Goblet when Cheng Qiaobei observed her expression, "Seems like it went well."

Tonight’s dinner meeting had met Chen Ningxi’s expectations; she replied, "Manager Pan is a smart person, he should have understood everything I said."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Dinners like this are not suitable for someone of your position anymore."

It wasn’t that Cheng Qiaobei was seeing people as too sinister; it was really just to prevent any mishaps.

Chen Ningxi understood too, "I told him for work matters, he should come find me at the office."

Cheng Qiaobei curved his lips slightly, "My wife is so clever."

Chen Ningxi said, "Actually, this Manager Pan is quite impressive. Upstar Cable was originally going to file for bankruptcy and liquidation, but it turned around under his hands. He single-handedly saved a company. Do you think that’s impressive? Do you know how he led Upstar to soar? Let me tell you..."

Chen Ningxi chatted on non-stop while Cheng Qiaobei remained silent as he drove.

But when they got home, he was no longer the calm driver they had before.

The hallway light wasn’t on, and Cheng Qiaobei directly pushed her against the wall. His tall body pressed up against her, pinning her between the wall and him. Through the darkness, she could clearly feel the man’s intense dissatisfaction.

Just as Chen Ningxi was about to speak, her chin was lifted by him, "Praising another man in front of me, and all the way home too."

"What is there to be jealous about? Stop it." Chen Ningxi didn’t take it seriously and gave him a push, but didn’t budge him at all.

She could only see his silhouette through the dark, unable to make out his expression.

"Cheng, um..." Chen Ningxi tilted her head.

She reached out to push him, but her wrist was caught and pinned above her head. Cheng Qiaobei spoke near her ear with a warning tone.

"I’m not joking. I was really jealous."

In his grasp, Chen Ningxi’s eyes gradually became misty as kisses densely rained down...

"Qiao Bei..." Chen Ningxi closed her eyes, her voice trembling.

His narrow eyes lifted into a mischievous arc as he moved closer to her ear, speaking with a roguish tease, "Tonight I’m going to make sure you remember, you can’t praise other men in front of me as being impressive."

"I didn’t." Chen Ningxi’s breath was unstable, "That wasn’t what I meant."

"Shh..." He pressed a finger to her lips, "If you meant something else, then I’d have to kill you."

She turned her head, removed Cheng Qiaobei’s hand, stood on tiptoes to hook his neck, and kissed him actively.

Her haphazard kiss made him smile knowingly, but also made him adore this clumsiness even more.

What he said earlier wasn’t a joke, but it was precisely because of his dominant and overbearing nature in love that Chen Ningxi felt an unprecedented sense of security. He didn’t allow anyone to enter their world of two, which was also her requirement for love and marriage.

In terms of caring, Cheng Qiaobei cared more about her, even to the point of flipping out over the tiniest matters.

Call it domineering or aggressive, even immature.

But Chen Ningxi could understand that this was an emotional purity, where only absolute love could create an unbreakable marital shield.

Just as their love was like an absolute value in mathematics, whether you input positive or negative emotions, it would become positive once you add the absolute value signs.

That is, love has no right or wrong. When feelings are in the right place, wrong can become right.

Clothes were carelessly tossed from the doorway all the way to the bedroom...

The night was silent and lonely, the wind caressed the sheer curtains, carrying away the sweat on their bodies.

Chen Ningxi lay prone on the bed, the person on top of her with a fierce heartbeat and deep, heavy breathing.

He paused, then carried her to the bathroom. Just as he put her down, the phone in the room rang.

Chen Ningxi nudged him, "You answer the call; I can bathe myself."

Cheng Qiaobei really was waiting for an important call. He picked her up with one hand and placed her on the sink, saying with a cheeky smile, "You’d better wait for me."

After he left the bathroom, Chen Ningxi supported herself on the edge of the sink and was just about to jump down when she looked down to see her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She was both angry and annoyed, but helpless against herself, being left with no choice but to wait.

Cheng Qiaobei came back while still on the phone, clamping the phone on his shoulder and standing in front of her. One hand pressed her head onto his shoulder, and Chen Ningxi instantly leaned weakly against him.

She was so tired that her eyelids felt heavy, and she had no time to care about Cheng Qiaobei, who was holding her, while he admired the masterpiece in the mirror.

Thanks to fitness, Chen Ningxi’s back was beautiful, her waist’s curves smooth. He deliberately left striking kiss marks there.

Seeing her body reduced to such a fragmented state by him gave Cheng Qiaobei a sense of mental satisfaction.

He spoke fluent English the whole time. The person on the other end was a man; she heard their conversation at first, but later, the sound drifted farther away, and she fell asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t until Cheng Qiaobei hung up that he noticed. He shook his head with a helpless smile, picking her up and placing her in the bathtub.

Chen Ningxi was awakened by suffocation. She opened her eyes to see the two of them lying in the bathtub, with him holding her nape while deeply kissing her.

Irritated, she asked, "Are you going to make her disappear? I nearly suffocated because of you."

Cheng Qiaobei assessed her; her lips were slightly swollen and moist from his kiss, her cheeks flushed a fetching pink in the heat. Cheng Qiaobei grinned mischievously as he licked his lips and said,

"You’re too sweet. I couldn’t resist for a moment."

Chen Ningxi’s face reddened even more, her voice soft and gentle, "If you keep going, I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow."

Saying that, she pushed against the bathtub to get up but was pulled back by Cheng Qiaobei. The water in the tub splashed instantly; she fell back into his arms.

His large hand smoothed over her narrow waist, just settling into her lumbar curve. With a gentle lift, their lips met effortlessly.

The surface of the water reflected their amorous silhouettes. With their movement, the ripples on the water’s surface gently lapped to the edge of the tub. In no time, her shivering, gentle breath blended into the mist enveloping the room, rising and falling, while the deep night remained anything but still.

...

On the tenth day after Cheng Qiaobei returned to the country, a call came from Cheng Xiangheng.

Cheng Qiaobei picked up, "Hello?"

The caller was Cheng Xiangheng’s secretary, Deng Yan, "Manager Cheng, this is Deng Yan."

Cheng Qiaobei confirmed once more that the number was Cheng Xiangheng’s and said to Deng Yan, "What’s the matter?"

Deng Yan relayed Cheng Xiangheng’s words, "Mr. Cheng asked you to come to the company."

Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes were cold and distant, "Tell him to call me himself."