Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 189 I Want to Choose My Own

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 I Want to Choose My Own

The car stopped below the company building. Cheng Qiaobei looked up at the lit windows as footsteps approached from behind. Deng Yan said,

"Mr. Cheng had been working overtime recently, sometimes sleeping at the office when it’s too late."

Cheng Qiaobei withdrew his gaze and stepped into the lobby, asking as he walked, "Who has Chairman Xu been close to recently?"

Deng Yan recalled and mentioned, "On the day the board meeting ended, Chairman Xu personally saw off Chairman Zhao, Chairman Guan, and Chairman Shao. The four of them stayed in the parking lot for half an hour before coming back up. Not sure what they discussed."

Cheng Qiaobei sneered, "A motley crew."

He didn’t take these people seriously. If he had attended the board meeting that day, these people wouldn’t have been enough to challenge him.

"Old Cheng really has aged!"

Deng Yan looked up at Cheng Qiaobei, thinking he misheard, but didn’t dare to ask further.

He said, "The stock price dropped sharply. Mr. Cheng’s mind is all on the stock price. Those people, he will deal with them sooner or later."

"Sooner or later? Is it sooner or later? It’s easy to deal with them—it matters how it’s done, and to shut everyone’s mouth, that’s the hard part for him."

Cheng Qiaobei entered the elevator, and Deng Yan pressed the floor button. The cabin ascended slowly, reflecting Cheng Qiaobei’s gloomy face on the mirrored elevator doors, an indication that forced Cheng Xiangheng to lower his stance and seek him out, meaning he had reached a dead end.

Even though he harbored hatred, he didn’t want him to fall into others’ hands.

Knocking on Cheng Xiangheng’s office door, he saw the person behind the desk flipping through a book. Approaching closer, he saw it was an economic book.

He also had the habit of reading regularly and his home study accommodated a huge bookshelf. Every time Cheng Qiaobei visited, he discovered new books.

Cheng Qiaobei stood in front of the desk and pulled out a chair to sit, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Xiangheng closed the book and placed it aside, "The public sentiment issue has been handled well."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "You mentioned it on WeChat."

The words, neither warm nor cold, sounded rather restrained, full of unspoken grievances at this moment.

"Do you resent me?" Cheng Xiangheng looked directly into Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes.

"Nothing to resent."

Just as Cheng Xiangheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Cheng Qiaobei spoke again, "Is this what you wanted to hear from me? So you wouldn’t feel guilty? Sorry, I will no longer do things that make you comfortable at my own expense. In the past, no matter what happened, you pushed me to the forefront, under the guise of looking at the bigger picture, but did a lot of harm to me.

Today, I came to tell you," Cheng Qiaobei paused, "...this time, I will choose myself."

Cheng Xiangheng understood his implication, from now on, regardless of what happens, he would choose the path that doesn’t compromise himself.

Cheng Qiaobei’s gaze was firm, showing no intention of retreating.

"So, for the broken stock price thing, do I still have to take the blame?"

"..."

He wasn’t asking, he was threatening.

The wolf cub, when raised, turned against him.

At this moment, the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating in this dead silence.

The whites of Cheng Xiangheng’s eyes were bloodshot; he noticed it when he entered. The evaporation of market value was causing him tremendous pressure, something unbearable for anyone to face.

Cheng Qiaobei certainly knew as well. He majored in this field in college, so he was more aware of Jade Jiali’s current situation. If no measures were taken, they would face delisting risk in a week.

Cheng Xiangheng asked, "You have a way, right?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied with irrelevance, "For the stock price issue, do you still plan to make me take the blame?"

Cheng Xiangheng said, "From start to finish, I never thought of making you take the blame."

"So, planning to push Wan Mingkun out?"

"That’s not something you should worry about."

"I’m not worried about him," but worried about himself. Over the years, Cheng Qiaobei witnessed his filth and indecency, and experienced his insidiousness and ruthlessness. No one was not a pawn in his hands. How long you’d last depended on how much utility value he calculated you had left. "The whole matter is related to me, and I want a clear answer. Hard to say? Or hard facts?"

The crow’s feet at the corners of Cheng Xiangheng’s eyes deepened, his gaze darkened, "Can’t trust even my words?"

Cheng Qiaobei calmly said, "If it’s not in writing, it’s all nonsense. That’s what you taught me, and I’ve certainly tried it myself. Let’s not talk about distant matters, but about what’s happened in the past few months. The hotel I managed, you reassigned to someone else, then ’promoted’ me to an overseas position only to bring me back after initial achievements. The person you sent caused the stock price to plummet. Instead of thinking it had nothing to do with your son, you wanted to use me to save your people.

Dad, sometimes I doubt, am I really your son?"

Cheng Xiangheng’s face darkened further, the tight line of his lips, and the aura of anger he emitted all reminded Cheng Qiaobei that he had already angered him.

"You only need to tell me, do I still have to take the blame?"

Cheng Xiangheng said in a composed manner, "I didn’t make you take the blame, but you did participate in the overseas project’s rectification. It’s your duty and Manager Wan’s to solve the stock price issue together. If handled well, merits offset demerits; I would naturally speak up for you in the board meeting."

"Together with Manager Wan to solve it?" Cheng Qiaobei laughed self-deprecatingly, "You still involved me; how is this different from making me take the blame."

"Of course there’s a difference. In the board meeting, I fought against all odds and didn’t put all the blame on you. Doesn’t that show my stance?"

Cheng Qiaobei’s narrow eyes narrowed, casting a dangerous look, "Dad, your skills are far greater than mine, it seems I need to learn more from you. Just one question now, does the stock price crash have anything to do with me?"

Cheng Xiangheng pondered for a moment, "...No."

Great!

The suffocating anger that had been pent up in Cheng Qiaobei’s chest was mostly released. "Since it has nothing to do with me, for the hotel public sentiment issue, whoever is responsible should take responsibility. You asked me here to solve the stock price problem, unrelated to previous issues. These words, you should officially announce them in the board meeting."

Cheng Xiangheng said, "Back when you worked under Manager Wan, he wasn’t harsh on you. Can’t you consider some old ties?"

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "I already stated my stance from the moment I sat down—this time, I’ll choose myself. Don’t drag me into those trivial matters. Your subordinates made mistakes; you need to review it in front of everyone."

Cheng Xiangheng’s brows furrowed tightly, "..."

"I can’t guarantee the company’s stock price will definitely rise, but I can give it a try. As for what needs to be done, you must absolutely follow my plan." Cheng Qiaobei continued, "Also, the hotels I previously managed must be returned to me without exception. Not a single one less. The company’s personnel must also issue formal appointments through official channels. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but there are always people with ulterior motives to guard against. Things like that have happened to me before."

With interests at stake, Cheng Xiangheng had no choice.

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