Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 225: Helping You Remember

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Helping You Remember

Late at night, the neighborhood was quieter, but their voices still disturbed the residents on the first floor. Seeing a figure approaching the window, Cheng Qiaobei pressed his index finger to his lips and motioned for her to be silent.

"Shh..."

"Shh what, shh? No shushing."

Chen Ningxi removed his hand with a smile, pointing to her mouth, and said, "I want a kiss."

Cheng Qiaobei could only agree with her, "Okay, okay, a kiss. Just don’t move now. I’ll go park the car, alright?"

"Mm-hmm~" Chen Ningxi wasn’t satisfied, shaking his hand, "No, I want a kiss now."

With a figure standing by the window, Cheng Qiaobei looked away and coaxed her, "Be good, wife. We’ll kiss at home, people are watching."

"People are watching? Who’s watching?" Chen Ningxi almost turned her head but was stopped by Cheng Qiaobei, pressing down her head, "Don’t turn around. If someone sees us, we’ll be famous in the neighborhood chat group by tomorrow."

"...Oh." Chen Ningxi blanked out for two seconds, suddenly covering her face with her hands, leaving only her eyes visible. Her muffled voice came from her palms, "Like this, they can’t see me."

"Hehe..." Cheng Qiaobei laughed helplessly and cautioned her, "Stand here, don’t move. I’ll park the car."

Chen Ningxi nodded with her face still covered, "Mm, mm."

He quickly parked the car and came back to find Chen Ningxi talking to a trash can: "Old Chen, why is my drinking capacity so bad? Why didn’t I take after you guys?"

Cheng Qiaobei burst into laughter, recording a video while walking over and squatting beside her, "Are you done asking? If you are, let’s head upstairs."

Chen Ningxi expelled a heavy breath of alcohol and asked Cheng Qiaobei in a conspiratorial manner, "Is the person behind us still there?"

Cheng Qiaobei raised an eyebrow, "You still remember there’s someone, quite a bit of star burden."

"Mm-hmm," she shook her head, "No, what if he knows my dad and tells him, I’ll get lectured again."

Even drunk, the person she’s afraid of left a true shadow in her heart.

"No one’s there, let’s go home."

Cheng Qiaobei took her hand, and Chen Ningxi smiled, her eyes bending, "My legs are numb, can you carry me?"

"Hehe, sure."

Cheng Qiaobei turned around and crouched; she lay on his back and rested on his shoulder. Her breath, filled with alcohol, was dispersed by the night breeze. He heard her mumbling...

"I’m sorry."

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t catch it, turned his head slightly, "What?"

Chen Ningxi opened her eyes and poked his cheek, "I drank too much, I’m sorry."

"There’s nothing to be sorry about," Cheng Qiaobei said calmly, walking steadily with her on his back, and he heard the person on his back say, "You’ve always accommodated me, tolerated me. I seem to have done nothing for you, yet I drank too much again today, causing you trouble."

The moonlight was gentle but couldn’t warm the light in his eyes at this moment. Cheng Qiaobei spoke softly, "How can it be trouble? It’s only right. Also, what I do for you is far less than what you do for me."

Chen Ningxi married him despite her parents’ objections. Even when everyone thought they were unsuitable, she resolutely chose him.

A person who had never been chosen firmly by others would know how precious this firmness is.

"Cheng Qiaobei."

"Mm?" Cheng Qiaobei realized it, "Calling me by name?"

Chen Ningxi asked, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

How could he forget? "Of course."

Chen Ningxi laughed silly, "Hehe... The first time we met, I thought you were a bad person, actually trying to bribe me."

"And now?"

"Now, I think you’re so good. Why are you so good?" Chen Ningxi touched his face as Cheng Qiaobei opened the building door and walked in.

In an instant, the lights came on, and Chen Ningxi hurriedly patted his shoulder, "No, no, put me down quickly, there are cameras in the building."

"It’s okay, I’m carrying you, what’s there to fear?"

"What if someone posts it in the neighborhood group?"

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "If you’re worried, don’t forget to cover your face."

Chen Ningxi, drunk and with a long reaction time, but mechanically followed his advice to cover her face.

With her forehead pressed against his back, she dared not lift her head at all. As she heard the elevator door close, Chen Ningxi asked, "Is it out of sight now?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied, "Out of sight."

When Cheng Qiaobei got home, he put her on the bed and tried to wake her, only to realize she was already asleep.

He helped her change clothes, fetched water to wash her face, hands, and feet. Cheng Qiaobei didn’t feel humbled in this marriage; he was merely doing what a husband should do—caring for his lover, being gentle to his wife, and pouring all his love into his partner.

The next day.

Chen Ningxi opened her eyes, her head feeling heavy, and as she was about to get up, an arm tightened around her waist, pulling her back into an embrace.

Cheng Qiaobei’s voice, husky and lazy, sounded in her ear, "Sleep a little longer."

Chen Ningxi said, "I’m thirsty."

Only then did Cheng Qiaobei release his arm. She got up out of bed, went to the kitchen to get some water, and as she passed through the living room, noticed the TV was on. Just as she was about to turn it off, she saw a video of herself playing.

On the TV, she was clinging to Cheng Qiaobei, asking for kisses, and it was in the neighborhood too, making Chen Ningxi hold her head in embarrassment, oh my god...

Suddenly, someone said from behind, "Being drunk isn’t scary. What’s scary is someone reminding you of it the next day."

Turning around, Chen Ningxi saw Cheng Qiaobei leaning against the bedroom door with a smile. She was too stunned to speak, "You, you, you... how did you record me?"

Cheng Qiaobei gave a wicked smile, opened his arms, "Didn’t get a kiss last night, want one now?"

Chen Ningxi’s face turned red, "No way, hurry and turn it off."

Cheng Qiaobei waved his phone at her, "Even if I turn it off, I still have the video on my phone."

Chen Ningxi, both anxious and annoyed, failed to find the remote and dashed into the bedroom to seize Cheng Qiaobei’s phone, "I’ll fight you for it."

"Hahaha..." Cheng Qiaobei laughed aloud, catching her and pinning her onto the bed. All of Chen Ningxi’s energy was focused on trying to grab his phone, but as they tussled, she realized something was off.

He pinned her wrists above her head, his eyes full of desire seemed to drag her into an abyss. Chen Ningxi felt the heat of his gaze, her heart racing, her face flushed as if on fire.

His voice, repressed and sexy as though scraped by sandpaper, asked:

"It’s been many days, how about now?"

Chen Ningxi’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, about to speak, but he sealed her lips with his own...

Morning light spilled into the room, chitters of tender whispers echoing.

Her body, like a sacred object, was worshiped by him; he lowered his shoulder and kissed away the wetness at the corner of her eye, returning to her lips for a gentle suck.

...

By the time work hours arrived, the company responsible for inspection had reached Danjiang Electric. The inspection required the presence of all three parties, making it inevitable to run into Pan Cheng again.