Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 262 I Want Nothing

Chapter 262: Chapter 262 I Want Nothing

Pan Cheng’s romantic escapades weren’t exactly a secret within the circle, and everyone knew he had a penchant for that sort of thing. But Zou Yong never expected him to target Chen Ningxi.

Zou Yong’s jawline tightened, and his expression turned icily cold as he immediately agreed.

"Speak, who do you want to invite?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Since I’m asking you to step in, we must invite a few senior figures in the industry who wield life-and-death power."

Mentioning life-and-death power, it seemed Cheng Qiaobei didn’t want to leave an out for Pan Cheng.

Zou Yong’s network spanned from legitimate to underworld, and there wasn’t anyone he couldn’t invite if he wished.

He said, "No problem, give me the list, and I’ll handle the invitations."

Cheng Qiaobei wrote the pre-prepared list on a piece of paper and handed it over to Zou Yong with both hands, "Mr. Zou, it was my fault last time; I hope you can be the bigger person and forgive me. This cup of tea is my apology to you. Mr. Zou, I’m truly sorry."

With sincere humility, he respectfully offered tea to Zou Yong, who glanced down at the tea held in mid-air by both hands and received it, raising his head to drink it.

Having drunk your tea meant accepting your apology.

Zou Yong said, "In business matters, I’m not that petty. I lost because I wasn’t as skilled; you won because you were better. I drank this tea, not for any other reason, because you are my niece’s husband. Sit down."

Cheng Qiaobei took a seat, "Thank you, Mr. Zou."

Although Cheng Qiaobei didn’t specify the reasons, Zou Yong had already guessed a rough idea.

Zou Yong glanced over the names on the paper, "There are two people, whom I can invite, but the timing may need to be adjusted, as they are quite busy."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "As long as they can be invited, the timing can definitely be arranged."

"Alright," Zou Yong nodded, folding the paper and letting it burn on the nearby charcoal fire.

He checked the time, "I have another friend to meet, so I’ll leave first. Wait for my news."

Cheng Qiaobei stood up to see him off. Zou Yong looked at him, a knowing smile playing on his lips, "Indeed, a man needs a woman’s help."

"You are right, Mr. Zou," Cheng Qiaobei agreed.

As Zou Yong walked, he continued, "Be nicer to Ning Xi, don’t bully her. If you dare to bully her, I will certainly not spare you."

Cheng Qiaobei replied, "I wouldn’t dare. I’m treating her well."

Zou Yong replied, "Let’s hope it’s not just lip service."

Cheng Qiaobei lifted his hand to pull the curtain aside for him, "Mr. Zou, I assure you, my words and heart agree."

At the tea house entrance, Cheng Qiaobei opened the car door for Zou Yong and shielded the car roof with his hand, leaving even Zou Yong’s driver stunned.

The once defiant young man who dared to confront Zou Yong head-on and snatch away his business was now opening the car door for the boss, a complete reversal indeed.

The driver started the car and slowly drove away, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror, seeing Cheng Qiaobei standing there, watching them leave.

"Boss, what is Cheng Qiaobei up to now?"

"Hehe," Zou Yong leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and laughed, "Even you find it quite surprising, don’t you?"

The driver commented, "It’s like seeing a ghost."

Zou Yong laughed heartily, "Hahaha... A ghost? That’s my nephew-in-law."

Hearing this, the driver quickly swallowed his smile, "Uh, boss, I didn’t mean anything by it."

Zou Yong said, "Just drive and stop the chatter."

After returning to the company, Cheng Qiaobei stayed busy with several projects, one of which was the upgrade project for the chain hotels in the northern region.

He had been abroad handling Xu Gao’s matters, and upon returning, he found no progress had been made.

Initially, Cheng Xiangheng hadn’t agreed to the plan, and it seemed like a deliberate suppression to let the project fizzle out.

But Cheng Qiaobei wasn’t one to leave things unfinished, so he took the proposal and knocked on Cheng Xiangheng’s office door.

Cheng Qiaobei pulled out the chair beside the desk and sat down, asking,

"Mr. Cheng, why has the upgrade plan for the northern chain hotels not been carried out?"

"..." How dare he question him?

The little snake had grown and wanted to bite!

After signing the document, Cheng Xiangheng closed it and placed it aside, then raised his head and said, "You know, the company’s operating funds have been utilized by overseas hotels, and currently there are no spare funds to support the northern hotel upgrade plan. But don’t worry, when the group’s cash flow is sufficient, the plan will surely commence."

If this were in the past, Cheng Qiaobei would have argued with him, even calling the financial director to inquire about the fund issues.

But today, Cheng Qiaobei was calm, and after a pause, he said, "Since there are financial difficulties, we’ll have to wait."

He stood up to leave, only to be stopped by Cheng Xiangheng.

"Wait."

Cheng Qiaobei stood still, looking at Cheng Xiangheng across the desk.

Cheng Xiangheng frowned and asked, "Did the sun rise from the west today?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Ensuring the company’s cash flow is indeed a primary concern. It was my oversight, not considering the bigger picture."

Cheng Xiangheng scoffed, "How did you suddenly become so different from before?"

Two people had already mentioned today that he had changed, but Cheng Qiaobei knew he hadn’t changed at all.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Really? Maybe it’s because of marriage; the mindset changes, and a person becomes more mature, considering others’ feelings."

"Exactly, that’s how it should be." Cheng Xiangheng was quite pleased, "As a leader, you must have a broad perspective and not act rashly, ignoring the consequences."

Cheng Qiaobei nodded, looking down at his feet, "Your guidance is appreciated, Mr. Cheng."

"It’s not guidance, just seeing your growth makes me happy." Cheng Xiangheng took a document from the drawer and placed it in front of him, "Take a look."

Cheng Qiaobei picked it up, opened the first page, and, after seeing the contents, immediately put it down and said,

"You’re still young; it’s too early for a will."

"What? You’re not satisfied with the share I’m giving you?" Cheng Xiangheng retorted.

Cheng Qiaobei showed no expression, almost numb, "Actually, you don’t need to give me anything. The rightful heir of Jade Jiali is Siluo."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiangheng’s face grew a bit more sullen, his tone displeased, "Are you still blaming me for not giving you and your mother a status?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "That’s not what I meant. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions. I truly never thought of coveting everything here, nor has my mother."

Every time Ding Yuan was mentioned, not only Cheng Qiaobei felt uneasy, but also Cheng Xiangheng was troubled.

The initial intention was just to cool her fiery temperament temporarily, but unexpectedly it pushed Ding Yuan further away.

"If your mother didn’t have intentions back then, why would she have you?" Cheng Xiangheng remarked irritably.

Cheng Qiaobei took a deep breath and said, "We agreed not to bring up my mother in the company."

Cheng Xiangheng frowned, "Why can’t we mention her? You are my son, and for all these years, every aspect of your mother’s living expenses has been paid for by me, yet I can’t mention her?"

Cheng Qiaobei’s hand clenched at his side, "You’re the one who sent her away, the one who suggested supporting her, and now you blame her for drifting away. She’s a person, not a pet, for you to summon happily and kick away when displeased."

"From what you’re saying, you’re very dissatisfied with me?" Cheng Xiangheng countered.

The atmosphere in the office became so stifling that Cheng Qiaobei felt suffocated.

"Mr. Cheng, I have a client to meet; I’ll be leaving now." Cheng Qiaobei turned to leave.

Cheng Xiangheng gripped the pen tightly until the office door closed, and with a crack, the pen snapped.

"Stubborn brat, just like her."