Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 237: For the Sake of Glory

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: For the Sake of Glory

"Xu Gao and FD? No way. Is there some misunderstanding? I can believe he might take a cut from hotel purchases, but something that risks his life, I don’t think..." Chen Ningxi shook her head, "He wouldn’t dare."

The suspicion arose from hearing Cheng Qiaobei mention Xu Gao’s character.

He took a bite of food, "I think the same as you. But with something like FD, the police couldn’t just accuse him without reason. I’ve already contacted a lawyer to check it out."

Chen Ningxi asked, "Has the lawyer replied yet?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Not so soon."

Chen Ningxi said, "Shouldn’t Chairman Xu step in for this?"

By rights, Xu Gao was Xu Yunheng’s nephew, so he should be the one to step in and solve the issue.

Cheng Qiaobei replied, "That’s true, but he doesn’t speak Italian, and he has no connections in Milan. Going there would be a wasted trip as he wouldn’t be able to solve the problem."

After dinner, she packed luggage while he cleaned up the dining table.

Cheng Qiaobei was quick and efficient, and when he stepped into the closet, he saw Chen Ningxi holding up two shirts in front of the mirror.

Seeing him approach, she asked, "Which one do you like?"

Cheng Qiaobei stood behind her, naturally wrapping his hands around her slim waist, "They’re both white shirts. Either one is fine."

"Not the same," she raised her left hand, "This one is a classic formal style." She then raised her right hand, "This one has subtle stripes."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Don’t bother choosing, take them both. You’re just wasting time that could be spent with me holding you."

Chen Ningxi dodged the mischievous hand at her waist, "Stop, I’m not finished packing."

She crouched down to continue organizing, and Cheng Qiaobei sat cross-legged beside her, supporting his chin with his hand, gazing at her.

In her peripheral vision, she saw his intense gaze and felt uneasy, "Don’t look at me like that."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "You look good, can’t I look?"

Chen Ningxi shot him a bemused glance and continued packing, "How long will you be gone?"

"Expected to be a week, but it depends on the circumstances."

Her shirt hem was pulled up as she bent over, exposing a section of her waist. He shielded her waist with his hand, and Chen Ningxi adjusted her shirt.

"Wei Lai told me her back was aching once, and I suggested getting her an ergonomic chair. She said it wasn’t the chair, it was the cold."

Chen Ningxi turned her head, "No wonder you know so much."

"Heh..." Cheng Qiaobei chuckled, "Thankfully, I explained."

Initially not realizing, when she did, Chen Ningxi turned back, "I wouldn’t have thought much of it if you hadn’t explained."

Cheng Qiaobei nodded, "Didn’t think much, so hurry and pack. Finish up and go to bed early."

Chen Ningxi blinked, "...I’m not sleepy."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Not sleepy is even better, we can do something else."

"Then I’m sleepy."

"If you’re sleepy, sleep now."

Chen Ningxi said, "I..."

Either way, saying she was sleepy or not didn’t seem right now.

Cheng Qiaobei waited another half hour, lightly stroking her back, "Finished packing? Let’s sleep if you are."

Chen Ningxi grasped the suitcase, speaking a bit frantically, "I’m not done, I still need to pack more of..."

Too rushed, she didn’t know what to make up.

Cheng Qiaobei wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her onto his shoulder with ease, speaking with a hint of laughter,

"This suitcase almost needs to have you in it too."

Chen Ningxi, hanging upside-down on his back, her view inverted, said, "Put me down now, put me down."

Seeing they were heading to the bedroom, she grabbed the door frame, "I don’t want to sleep, my legs still hurt."

Cheng Qiaobei peeled her hand away, "It won’t hurt with a different position."

"I’m not..."

Before she could finish, she was already tossed onto the big bed by him.

The mattress had good elasticity; her vision swayed lightly, then she saw Cheng Qiaobei bearing down on her.

That night went as he said.

...

Cheng Qiaobei drove to the apartment building where Wei Lai lived; she was already waiting by the roadside, placing her suitcase in the trunk before getting into the car.

For this trip to Milan, he had to take Wei Lai, as the lawyer handling Xu Gao’s case was Wei Lai’s college classmate.

"How is Ningxi doing?" Wei Lai asked with concern after getting in the car.

Her heroic deeds had already been broadcast on Danjiang TV.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Nothing serious, she’s resting at home, heading back to work tomorrow."

Wei Lai said, "Didn’t you let her rest a few more days? I saw the news, the flood at the scene was terrifying. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if she fell in."

Cheng Qiaobei said helplessly, "I don’t have the final say. According to her, she’d be working the next day."

Wei Lai said, "With these things, don’t listen to her. Let her rest more. Don’t let it become a lingering issue."

Cheng Qiaobei glanced in the rearview mirror at a small car trying to overtake, and turned on his indicator, "Mm."

The car parked in the airport’s underground garage. Before leaving, Wei Lai took a photo of the parking space number to avoid forgetting the car’s location.

Before boarding, Wei Lai received a call from the Zhoushan hotel, "What? I know nothing about this. Hold on, I’ll ask Chairman Cheng."

Cheng Qiaobei was having a video call with Chen Ningxi; hearing this, he turned his face, "What’s the matter?"

Wei Lai said, "An artist wants to change rooms, saying you approved."

Cheng Qiaobei already guessed who it was.

"Did you agree?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied decisively, "I didn’t know."

Wei Lai understood, then said into the phone, "Tell them the production team hasn’t sent a notification. Right now, it’s not possible to switch."

After hanging up, Wei Lai said, "I really don’t understand how this artist thinks. Unsatisfied if we don’t switch rooms, but if we do, the blame falls on us."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "What’s not to understand? For fame, in some artists’ eyes, negative fame is still fame. As for the means or ways, they don’t care at all."

Wei Lai shook her head, "Indeed, being an artist isn’t something everyone can do."

The announcement began, signaling boarding. Cheng Qiaobei ended the video call and got up to help Wei Lai with her luggage to the boarding gate.

After boarding and settling into their seats, Cheng Qiaobei’s phone rang, the caller ID showing the production director Zhuo Jun’s number. He answered:

"Hello."

Zhuo Jun said, "Chairman Cheng, this is Zhuo Jun, the director of ’Sprint 100%.’ We met at your company last time."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I remember."

Zhuo Jun awkwardly laughed, "Chairman Cheng, I’d like to discuss something with you; you see,"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Sorry, Director Zhuo, I’m on a plane now about to take off. Let’s talk after I land, okay?"

"Where are you headed?"

"Italy."

Zhuo Jun was somewhat surprised, "How long will you be there?"

"Not sure, around a week or so."

Zhuo Jun realized that by the time he returned, the show would begin filming, "Uh,"

"Contact me later, Director Zhuo."

Cheng Qiaobei hung up the phone, switching it to airplane mode.

Wei Lai, seeing his expression, asked, "The artist who wanted to change rooms?"

Cheng Qiaobei sneered, "She wouldn’t dare. She’d definitely find someone to speak for her. She found the company’s director to call me."

Wei Lai chose not to comment, just giving a slight smile.

The plane landed at Malpensa Airport.

Receiving them was the lawyer handling Xu Gao’s case, Gao Heng. Reuniting with old classmates brought a special warmth.

Wei Lai said, "You’re still the same but more handsome now."

Gao Heng laughed, "You haven’t changed either, even more beautiful."

As the three walked out of the terminal, Cheng Qiaobei asked, "How is Xu Gao’s situation?"

Gao Heng’s smile faded, "The situation is not very optimistic."