Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 213: You Are Not Her

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: You Are Not Her

"Not very often," Chen Ningxi said truthfully, "He’s come to the office twice, both times for business. He won our cable supply contract, so there’ll be more meetings for signing the contract, deliveries, and inspections."

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t want to interfere with her work freedom, but Pan Cheng made him uncomfortable with how he looked at Chen Ningxi. As a man, he knew what that restrained admiration and eagerness to please looked like. Pan Cheng’s intentions toward Chen Ningxi weren’t pure; if there was an opportunity, he would definitely seize it.

Seeing Cheng Qiaobei deep in thought, Chen Ningxi nudged his shoulder with her head and said, "This jealousy is so absurd. Do you really suspect something could happen between him and me? If you think that way, it not only belittles your looks but also insults my intelligence.

Do you think I don’t know what kind of person Pan Cheng is? He just wants to prove his charm and wealth by conquering women, and establishing a relationship with me would bring him significant profits from our annual procurement projects.

Professionally or personally, his tricks are nothing to me."

Her words instantly cleared Cheng Qiaobei’s mind, making him smile and say, "The biggest highlight of my wife is her intelligence."

"Heh..." Chen Ningxi pursed her lips, "Is it a highlight or your mental safe zone?"

The elevator opened, and the two of them walked out, one after the other.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Anyway, nobody can take my wife from me, because she’s completely smitten with me."

Chen Ningxi smiled and followed behind, "Yes, yes."

He was cooking in the kitchen while Chen Ningxi was unboxing packages at the doorway. Ever since she got injured, Cheng Qiaobei wouldn’t let her do any tasks.

Bringing out a dish, he saw Chen Ningxi sitting on the floor unpacking. He walked over to the sofa, grabbed a cushion, lifted her with one arm, and slipped it under her, "The floor’s cold."

Chen Ningxi sat cross-legged, holding up an ivory Mickey Mouse decoration, "How is it? Looks good? When plugged in, it’s pink... maybe it doesn’t quite match the home’s decor."

"It matches pretty well, I think," Cheng Qiaobei assessed, asking Chen Ningxi, "Where do you think we should put it?"

It was the top half of a Mickey Mouse tabletop decoration. She initially worried Cheng Qiaobei wouldn’t like such a cute style, but he surprisingly engaged with it seriously.

Indeed, having a partner who doesn’t spoil the fun makes life happy.

"Put it on the floor stand, plug it in at night, and it can be the living room’s atmosphere lamp."

Cheng Qiaobei followed her idea, setting the Mickey lamp and plugging it in. All the smart lights in the house turned off, leaving only Mickey’s light switch on.

When it lit up, Cheng Qiaobei seemed even more satisfied with it than she was.

"How about it?" Cheng Qiaobei asked her.

Chen Ningxi perpetually felt subtle happiness from him, the kind that only someone truly enjoying a marital relationship would provide.

He walked over and extended a hand, "After dinner, I’ll help you finish unboxing."

Chen Ningxi got pulled up by him, and the two went to the dining table, "Chef Cheng is showing his skills again today."

Cheng Qiaobei served her some food, "Taste it."

As they ate and chatted, Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Do you have any favorite celebrities?"

"Sure." Chen Ningxi blurted out the name of a deceased old artist.

Cheng Qiaobei paused mid-chew, saying with difficulty, "...anyone still alive?"

Chen Ningxi said, "Sun Wukong."

Cheng Qiaobei: "..."

He had to take a sip of water to avoid choking, setting the cup down, he said, "How does Sun Wukong count?"

Chen Ningxi said, "Why doesn’t he count? He’s incredibly capable, capable of Big Chaos in Heaven and stepping into the Dragon Palace, he knows the 72 Transformations, has Eyes of Golden Flame, and can cover 108,000 miles on a Somersault Cloud with a Jingu Bang to punish the wicked. Besides, he’s on the payroll, within the system."

Cheng Qiaobei frowned, "You’re really fond of those in the system."

Chen Ningxi burst out laughing, and Cheng Qiaobei knew she was teasing him on purpose.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "A variety show plans to film in Danjiang, and a group of celebrities will come. If there’s someone you like, I can arrange a photo and autograph session for you."

"Wow..." Chen Ningxi squinted her eyes, "Do I really get such treatment?"

Cheng Qiaobei took a bite of food, speaking as he ate, "Not being in the system, this is my only little trick."

"Annoying~" Chen Ningxi cooed.

Cheng Qiaobei chuckled, "Oh dear, I’m annoying now, when just this morning you were cuddling up to me, asking for a hug and a kiss, tsk tsk tsk."

Chen Ningxi got embarrassed and focused on her meal, "I can’t hear that, I can’t hear it."

Chen Ningxi wasn’t one to idolize celebrities frantically, her admiration was reserved for the heroes of yesteryears who sacrificed for the nation.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Since you don’t fancy any stars, I won’t make arrangements."

Chen Ningxi asked, "Which celebrities are coming this round?"

Cheng Qiaobei lowered his eyes, "If you’re not interested, why ask who’s coming?"

"I’m curious to see which beautiful lady is coming, in case you’re charmed by a female star, where will I cry to?" Chen Ningxi said, feigning seriousness, "This clearly shows I have a sense of crisis in my heart."

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t lift his head, raising an intrigued gaze with a meaningful smile, "It’s been three days. Do you know what that means?"

Chen Ningxi blinked, catching on instantly.

Three days without intimacy.

Chen Ningxi immediately played it safe, "Uh... I take back my earlier question."

Cheng Qiaobei: "Heh..."

"By the way," Chen Ningxi remembered the juicy gossip she heard earlier, "the owner of the brick kiln I clashed with got beaten up last night, I heard it’s quite miserable, beaten into a pulp."

Cheng Qiaobei showed little interest, "Oh."

"Oh??" Chen Ningxi felt his reaction was too flat, "You’re not surprised?"

Cheng Qiaobei picked up his bowl, took a few mouthfuls of rice, cheeks bulging as he chewed, and shook his head.

Chen Ningxi continued by herself, "I’m quite shocked, do you think it’s a case of the wicked getting their due?"

"Poof—" Cheng Qiaobei choked, "Cough cough cough..."

Chen Ningxi quickly fetched him some water, "Drink this, how did you choke so suddenly?"

Cheng Qiaobei caught his breath, cleared his throat, and used a tissue to dab his mouth, "It’s fine, just eat."

Before going to bed, Cheng Qiaobei helped apply bruise ointment to Chen Ningxi’s back. Getting the pressure right was challenging, too hard and it hurt, too light and it was ineffective. By the time he finished, she had a sweat all over her forehead.

He stayed with Chen Ningxi until she fell asleep, then took his laptop to the study.

Putting on headphones, Cheng Qiaobei initiated a video call with Jiang Wanyi.

Jiang Wanyi looked at the person on the other end of the video call and said, "You’re ten minutes late."

Cheng Qiaobei rubbed the corner of his eyebrow, "...Sorry, my wife just fell asleep."

Jiang Wanyi showed a speechless expression and said, "When we were dating, you were never this patient with me?"

Cheng Qiaobei smirked, "You’re not her."

Jiang Wanyi: "You truly are an asshole."

Cheng Qiaobei: "Thank you for the compliment."

Jiang Wanyi opened the files in front of her, saying, "Let’s get started."

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