Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 239: Seek Good Fortune for Yourself

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Seek Good Fortune for Yourself

Spent the whole afternoon talking with Lawrence, and from him, I learned an infuriating piece of news: Xu Gao had been using the hotel to cover up illegal activities for the Justice Association members.

Before coming, Cheng Qiaobei still believed Xu Gao was innocent, but after meeting Gao Heng and Lawrence, he had no hope left for this man.

Wei Lai noticed his terrible complexion, his entire being exuding a low pressure. She brought over a cup of coffee and placed it on the table, asking,

"Did Lawrence also see Xu Gao’s FD?"

Cheng Qiaobei picked up the coffee. "It’s not just about the FD now. That scumbag even provided hotel rooms for the Justice Association people to shoot videos of the kidnapped girls."

As a woman herself, Wei Lai feared to imagine how much inhuman harm those girls had endured, but she deeply hated the members of the Justice Association who committed these abuses.

Wei Lai angrily said, "If this is true, Xu Gao is truly worse than a beast!"

A cold light flashed in Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes. He put down the coffee cup and said, "Let’s wait for Gao Heng’s news. Whatever decision we make, we need to meet first."

Wei Lai, observing the situation, realized that Cheng Qiaobei had already made plans.

If Xu Gao was innocent, Cheng Qiaobei would go to great lengths to get him out, but if it was confirmed that he was guilty, Xu Gao would have to rely on his own luck. Not only should he not expect Cheng Qiaobei to save him, but it would be a miracle if Cheng Qiaobei didn’t kick him while he’s down.

Moreover, once this kind of affair gets exposed, the hotel’s reputation would also suffer. The recently stabilized stock price couldn’t be dragged back to the bottom because of Xu Gao alone.

Cheng Qiaobei needed to wait for confirmed information before contacting Cheng Xiangheng.

During the two days in Milan, Cheng Qiaobei was busy running between local police stations and law firms, while Gao Heng was fully exerting his connections. Due to his efforts, Cheng Qiaobei finally secured a twenty-minute visitation opportunity.

The meeting was scheduled for two o’clock on Thursday afternoon.

By the time Cheng Qiaobei completed the registration procedure and returned to the hotel, it was already dusk, with only sparse starlight visible.

He hadn’t contacted Chen Ningxi for a whole day. Cheng Qiaobei closed the door, removing his tie as he walked in. It was early morning in Milan, so Danjiang should be seeing daylight by now.

As usual, he sent a WeChat message first.

north: Busy?

The message sank like a stone in the ocean. Cheng Qiaobei put down his phone and went to take a shower.

At this time, Chen Ningxi had already started her work day. Due to the advanced deeds of rescuing the power tower during the storm and making way for others, Danjiang TV was interviewing her.

The interview wrapped up an hour later. As Chen Ningxi walked to her office, she opened Cheng Qiaobei’s WeChat and replied: I was busy just now. What’s up?

Cheng Qiaobei, wearing a bathrobe and drafting a business proposal, paused at the notification sound from his phone.

north: I just got done too. I’ll see Xu Gao tomorrow.

Chen Ningxi: That’s great. After meeting him, things should be clearer, right?

north: Yeah. Don’t push yourself too hard just after recovering from your illness. Your health matters.

Chen Ningxi: Got it.

north: No one has been harassing you lately, right?

The only person Cheng Qiaobei might think of as a harasser was Pan Cheng, and Chen Ningxi understood his implication.

Replied: No.

north: At least he shows some sense.

Chen Ningxi stepped into her office and closed the door, holding down the voice button to say: Mom called me yesterday, asking when you’ll be available to visit.

From the tone, it was obvious it was Ding Yuan. What did she need so suddenly?

north: I don’t have any free time soon. I’ll give her a call later to see what’s up.

Chen Ningxi: I asked her, but she didn’t say. You’d better call her soon.

north: Understood.

Having finished discussing serious matters, they naturally moved on to less serious topics.

north: Have you missed me?

Chen Ningxi: Do you even need to ask?

north: How would I know if you don’t say it? We’re over seven thousand kilometers apart, and phones don’t have a real-time conveying function. You need to say it.

The curve of a smile lifted Chen Ningxi’s lips; he was particularly skilled at playing the rascal.

She replied: Of course.

north: How much?

Chen Ningxi: A lot, a lot.

north: Where to?

Chen Ningxi shook her head speechlessly. There he went again.

Chen Ningxi replied: My warm and sincere heart.

Cheng Qiaobei, unwilling to just chat, pressed the video button, but as soon as he initiated the call, it was declined by Chen Ningxi.

north: What’s going on? Why didn’t you take the video?

Chen Ningxi: Someone came to the office; I have work to do.

Cheng Qiaobei teased her: Let me see, at least send a selfie.

Right after, he saw the indication that she was typing, but upon seeing the message, Cheng Qiaobei couldn’t help but send an uppercase "RESPECT."

Chen Ningxi: I only accept scrutiny from the Party and the people.

north: Alright, alright, I give up!

Chen Ningxi was welcoming officials from the Environmental Protection Bureau for consultation regarding the new sewage treatment plant’s hydroelectric equipment renovations. Further approval required communication with Danjiang Electricity. By the time she sent off the Environmental Protection Bureau’s officials, it was already clock-out time.

After opening Cheng Qiaobei’s WeChat again and sending a message, there was no reply again.

It should have been about 11:30 at night in Milan by then. Cheng Qiaobei was likely worn out over there and had probably fallen asleep.

On the drive home, Ye Yujun called again.

Ye Yujun: "Ningxi, are you finished with work?"

Chen Ningxi: "Yeah, just left the unit."

Ye Yujun: "Come back and eat then. I’ve cooked already. Why bother fussing over cooking for one person; it’s not worth the trouble."

Chen Ningxi laughed and said: "Is it okay for me to often scrounge meals at my parental home? The aunts in your community talk about me behind my back, saying I’m always at home for meals, can’t be independent, and say it’s because you pampered me."

Ye Yujun: "Don’t listen to their nonsense. You’re my daughter, it’s not like you’re eating their rice. How is it their business? Besides, you’ve married out, it doesn’t mean you’ve severed ties with this family. Don’t listen to their blabbering, just come back and have dinner."

Chen Ningxi grinned widely, and Ye Yujun added over the phone: "Spicy stir-fried squid, cilantro mixed with beef."

The sound of it was delicious!

"Alright... Mom, coming right up."

Entering the house, as she changed her slippers, she called out, "Dear Mom, I’m home!"

Ye Yujun, carrying a freshly served bowl of rice, smiled over at the doorway, "Hurry up and wash your hands."

Carrying the fruit into the kitchen, Chen Ningxi washed her hands and then settled down at the dining table.

Ye Yujun remarked, "Why did you buy fruit? We have plenty already."

Chen Ningxi: "It was fresh, so I got some."

Ye Yujun asked, "When is Cheng coming back?"

Buried in her bowl, Chen Ningxi replied, "Not sure yet. Things aren’t settled there."

The mother and daughter chatted as they ate, and after dinner, they tidied up together.

Taking the cleaned dishes from Chen Ningxi, Ye Yujun wiped them dry and placed them on the rack saying, "Your dad mentioned that the city is selecting to commend the March Eighth Red-Banner Pacesetter, with over forty available slots, and your name is on the list. He will be awarding it to you, so think in advance about your acceptance speech."

There was a moment’s pause from Chen Ningxi at this; the image was hard to imagine, "... My dad is awarding me."

Throughout her life, Chen Weichuan had never praised her in public. The sudden prospect of meeting him on stage made her feel a bit nervous.

"What’s that? If you’re unwilling, I’ll tell Secretary Wu tonight to have him present the award to you," Ye Yujun suggested with a smile, and as expected, the next second Chen Ningxi anxiously protested,

"No, let my dad present it."