Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 212 Lost Again

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Lost Again

Dai Chi invited the person into the office, explaining in detail what had happened that day. Pan Cheng remained silent the entire time until hearing that Chen Ningxi’s wrist was cut open by a piece of rusty iron. If it had been slightly off, it would have pierced her artery.

Dai Chi and Pan Cheng were distantly related. In terms of seniority, Dai Chi had to call Pan Cheng "brother."

"You should bring some supplements or something to visit her. Once you meet her a few times, you’ll become familiar and things between you will go more smoothly." Dai Chi added more tea to Pan Cheng’s cup.

Pan Cheng asked, "Why don’t you go down to check the electricity theft, leaving it to a woman?"

Dai Chi set down his teacup, "Who said I’m not going? Each of us leaders is responsible for one area. As soon as I’m done talking to you, I’m heading down there."

Pan Cheng asked, "Which area is Manager Chen in charge of?"

"Look for yourself." Dai Chi spread out a piece of paper.

Pan Cheng frowned, then laughed mockingly, "What were you thinking when you assigned the work? You let a woman handle the area with the largest span, and it’s all in the rural suburbs. Damn it—"

Dai Chi said, "There’s gender equality at work; she’s a leader, and she volunteered for it."

Pan Cheng stood up, looking Dai Chi up and down with disdain, "In our company, that wouldn’t happen. Even with gender equality, it’s not that equal."

"Hey, you haven’t finished your tea." Dai Chi tried to call him back.

Pan Cheng said without looking back, "It’s embarrassing to drink tea with you."

"Hey, what’s the point of insulting me?" Dai Chi shook his head helplessly.

Pan Cheng got back into his car and dialed Guo Shiwen’s phone. The other person picked up quickly.

"Manager Pan."

"Do you know any good scar treatments?" Pan Cheng asked.

Guo Shiwen replied, "...Are you injured?"

"It’s not me," Pan Cheng said.

He didn’t specify who it was, but in such situations, it was usually a woman.

Guo Shiwen was used to this and said, "I have a friend at the hospital. I’ll ask him for you. How did you get injured, and how long ago was it?"

Pan Cheng said, "A cut, stitched with three stitches. I’ll buy anything, no matter how expensive, if it can reduce the scar."

Guo Shiwen said, "Understood."

In less than ten minutes, a message from Guo Shiwen came through on WeChat.

Pan Cheng started the car and headed straight for the Danjiang City Hospital.

Since the violent resistance during inspections incident, whenever Chen Ningxi approached an electricity theft user, she would first contact the local police to assist with the work, making everything proceed smoothly afterward.

Today, they addressed a case of individual electricity theft. After handling it, they headed back.

Driver Wang asked her, "Manager Chen, do you want to go home or back to the office?"

"Home."

That morning, Cheng Qiaobei drove her to work. If there were no overtime, he’d come to pick her up in the evening, but he just called to say he’d be working late.

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential area. Remembering she hadn’t picked up her packages in days, Chen Ningxi went to the station next to the supermarket at the gate. When the station owner put seven or eight large and small boxes on the table, Chen Ningxi regretted picking them up.

Borrowing some tape from the owner, she bundled the packages into two heaps and lifted them with one hand as she walked into the residential area.

Cheng Qiaobei lived in a high-end residential area. The security guard at the gate saw her carrying so many items and offered her a ride on the shuttle car.

After thanking him, Chen Ningxi got on the shuttle car.

The car stopped at the entrance of the building. Just as Chen Ningxi, with both hands full of packages, was about to enter, someone called her from behind.

"Manager Chen."

Chen Ningxi paused, turning around to see Pan Cheng standing by the roadside.

"Manager Pan," Chen Ningxi said, surprised, "Do you also live in this neighborhood?"

Pan Cheng approached, his gaze sweeping over her wrist. Despite wearing long sleeves, a white bandage was still visible.

"I heard you got injured, so I came to see you."

Pan Cheng was holding fruit in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. "This is tape to prevent scar tissue growth and scar ointment."

Both of them had their hands full. In comparison, Pan Cheng could free a hand to help her with the packages.

"I’ll help you carry these," Pan Cheng offered, reaching for them. As Chen Ningxi pulled her hand back, she tugged at her wound, wincing in pain. Pan Cheng directly took the packages from her hand, "Let me do it."

But since he had taken the packages, it meant he would follow her inside. Chen Ningxi didn’t want a stranger coming into her home.

Chen Ningxi smiled, "My husband went to park the car, just leave the packages here."

Pan Cheng understood her meaning and didn’t insist, placing the packages at the wall corner. He also handed her the fruit and medication, "Be careful at work and bring a few male colleagues. Apply the scar ointment three times daily, and use the scar tape after your stitches are out to prevent scar growth."

Chen Ningxi didn’t take them, "I already have these. Thank you, Manager Pan."

Pan Cheng said, "I won the bid for Danjiang Electric’s cable procurement. I wonder when you’ll have time so we can sign the contract and proceed with the subsequent formalities."

She had been so busy handling electricity theft that she forgot about the purchasing project.

Chen Ningxi replied, "How about tomorrow? At eight-thirty in the morning, come to my office, and I’ll have Manager Dai and Secretary Lei join us."

Pan Cheng nodded, "Okay. If your husband is busy, I can help you carry them and leave them at the elevator."

They had been standing here talking for a while, and it should be time for him to return from parking. It was clear she was just trying to excuse herself from him.

Chen Ningxi hesitated, not even having time to react before hearing Cheng Qiaobei call her, "Ning Xi..."

"...," Chen Ningxi turned her head, unable to hide her surprise in her eyes.

Pan Cheng followed her line of sight to see Cheng Qiaobei walk elegantly towards Chen Ningxi. Upon his appearance, her smile was calm and gentle, with no sign of him, Pan Cheng, in her eyes.

So, it turned out, liking someone is something you can’t hide in your eyes.

As Cheng Qiaobei passed by, he naturally took the items from Chen Ningxi’s hand. In comparison to his resistance to her, their actions were harmonious and natural.

Pan Cheng clearly felt that he had lost again.

The last time they met, he had already lost once.

Cheng Qiaobei came to Chen Ningxi’s side, "What a coincidence, Manager Pan also lives here?"

Pan Cheng replied honestly, "I heard Manager Chen got injured, so I came by to visit."

Cheng Qiaobei glanced down at the fruit basket, "Thanks."

Pan Cheng could only hand the fruit basket to him, "And this. Here is the scar ointment and tape to prevent scarring, as I just explained to Manager Chen."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Manager Pan is very considerate." He took the items, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea before you leave?"

Pan Cheng smiled, "Thank you, but today might not be convenient. I still have a client to meet; maybe next time."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Take care."

Chen Ningxi said, "Goodbye, Manager Pan."

Pan Cheng walked a few steps and then looked back; there was no one at the entrance anymore.

At this time, inside the elevator,

Cheng Qiaobei raised the corners of his mouth, his narrow eyes curving into a delighted arc, "Didn’t I come just in time?"

Chen Ningxi laughed, "Timely."

"Heh," Cheng Qiaobei deliberately said in a sarcastic tone, "My wife is out of my sight for one day, and people start eyeing her. You tell me, with all the work I do every day, even if it’s not nerve-wracking, it’s harrowing. Sigh... who has it harder than me? One wrong move and my home’s taken over someday."

Chen Ningxi punched him, hurting herself in the process, "Ouch... ouch."

"Wife, wife, my bad." Cheng Qiaobei hurriedly conceded, holding her hand as he gently blew on the wound, "Let me blow on it, it’ll feel better."

Chen Ningxi shook her head with a grin, "Do you think your breath is some kind of magic remedy? It won’t stop hurting with a blow."

Cheng Qiaobei held her hand, "Does Pan Cheng often seek you out?"