Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 291: What a Tactic You Have

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: What a Tactic You Have

At this moment, the atmosphere in the office was heavy and oppressive. Cheng Xiangheng’s favoritism towards Cheng Qiaobei had already made his stance clear. Sun Dongchen felt increasingly uncertain. But what could he do with his unwillingness? It couldn’t compete with the blood ties and father-son relationship those people had.

It seemed now he was truly at a loss; without absolute leverage, he couldn’t shake Cheng Qiaobei’s position.

"Dad, I’ve been with the company for so many years, working diligently. Even if I haven’t achieved great success, I’ve made hard-earned efforts. But ever since Qiaobei joined the company, you only had eyes for him. No matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t compare to his status as your son. I’m honestly... feeling unbalanced. But I didn’t really intend to harm him, it was just entertainment news, not much impact. I acted foolishly in a moment of confusion. I beg you to give me another chance; I will find a way to compensate for the company’s losses."

Cheng Xiangheng tightened his grip, blue veins protruding like intertwining tree roots on his aged hands, concealing his restrained anger. His gaze was dark and cold as he stared at Sun Dongchen and asked,

"How will you compensate?"

Sun Dongchen opened his mouth, "I... haven’t figured it out yet."

Cheng Xiangheng asked Zheng Rongxi again, "The stock prices have fallen, will you use your money to cover the shareholders’ losses?"

Zheng Rongxi was momentarily stunned but didn’t respond.

Cheng Xiangheng withdrew his gaze, having seen enough of these people’s faces. First addressing Sun Dongchen and then pointing to Zheng Rongxi.

"You can’t do it, and you can’t bear the losses. Aside from having Chairman Cheng resolve it, what’s there to say? "

He stood up slowly, walked over to Sun Dongchen, patted his shoulder, and said, "You’ve been injured. Go home and rest."

It was obvious he wanted to dismiss him.

"Dad," Sun Dongchen was anxious, "I’m fine; I’ll be alright after a few days’ rest."

He still hoped Cheng Xiangheng could show mercy, but then he heard him say, "Siluo is home alone with the kids; she can’t manage everything. Just stay home and help her."

Such a clear attitude extinguished his last bit of hope.

Sun Dongchen tried once more to plead, "Dad, I still have a lot of work to finish. Rest assured, I’m young and healthy, this injury is nothing. I can return to work tomorrow."

Cheng Xiangheng shifted his gaze to his face. He despised talking to two types of people, those who were inherently dumb and those who pretended to be dumb after understanding.

Since he didn’t want to save face, Cheng Xiangheng could only spell it out: "You don’t need to come to work anymore."

After saying that, he left, allowing no room for objection.

Zheng Rongxi naturally wanted to help Sun Dongchen. Having one less confidant in the company equaled giving Cheng Qiaobei more opportunity to rise.

She hurriedly followed, her footsteps quick, lowering her voice, "Old Cheng, after all these years of marriage, even if you don’t consider me, consider Siluo. You’re driving Dongchen away, what will Siluo think?"

Cheng Xiangheng suddenly stopped, turned his face with a sinister questioning, "Are you as confused as he is? Before, the two of you were balanced, I left it be because it didn’t involve the company’s interests. Now, your foolish son-in-law, out of jealousy, sabotaged Qiaobei without regard for the company. Do you still dare to plead for him? Rongxi, in consideration of our long marriage, I let him off this time. If it were the past, I wouldn’t hesitate to deal with him, even if he is Siluo’s husband."

"But after all, Dongchen is..."

Not allowing her to defend, Cheng Xiangheng’s eyes darkened suddenly, he said coldly,

"Continuing explanations would be meaningless. I don’t mind finding Siluo a capable husband again. But you must understand, currently, the company cannot do without Qiaobei."

"..."

Zheng Rongxi stood stiffly in place. Company first, interests foremost. In his heart, no one was as important as the company.

Meanwhile, inside the office,

Cheng Qiaobei walked up to Sun Dongchen, his tone carrying a warning, and said,

"Get those internet trolls you hired cleaned up immediately. Starting tomorrow, if I see any rumors about me and Xia Zhiqing online, you won’t be staying in the Cheng Family anymore."

Sun Dongchen raised his head, his gaze resentful.

"Don’t believe it?" Cheng Qiaobei sneered sarcastically, "You didn’t believe I could get you kicked out of the company earlier either. How did that turn out? You, with your arrogance, when given a little authority, want to dominate, yet lacking the ability, you mess up and get yourself involved. Frankly, it’s because you’re talentless and overly ambitious.

Remember well, my bottom line is my wife and her family. Your mistake was recklessly involving them. If you want to continue living the good life, you’d better behave."

After saying this, Cheng Qiaobei turned to leave, running into the returning Zheng Rongxi in the hallway.

Seeing Cheng Qiaobei, Zheng Rongxi almost gritted her molars, her cold expression sour, saying:

"You’re quite the strategist." Easily removing the person she planted in the company.

Cheng Qiaobei merely replied lightly, "Not bad, it depends on with whom I’m compared."

Compared to you all, of course, I’m more formidable.

Zheng Rongxi, belatedly realizing, turned back, glared fiercely at the distant figure.

Before work ended, explosive news broke within the company, Sun Dongchen had resigned.

No one expected that the first to be out in the much-discussed corporate power drama would be Sun Dongchen.

For a time, everyone speculated that Cheng Qiaobei might take over Sun Dongchen’s responsibilities. But the announced decision was for Cheng Siluo to step in.

With the husband leaving the company, the wife taking over the business, everyone understood that this was Zheng Rongxi’s doing. It appeared that all eggs were finally placed in one basket.

Cheng Qiaobei had just entered the elevator when Cheng Xiangheng and his secretary, Deng Yan, also stepped in.

The elevator doors closed, and the car was quiet.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Xiangheng kept his eyes ahead, "You vented your anger, so don’t take other matters too seriously."

He was wary of him pursuing the issue of Cheng Siluo taking over the hotel.

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t care about those things, "Rest assured, Mr. Cheng, I focus on matters, not on people."

Cheng Xiangheng said, "It’s best if you think this way; after all, we are a family."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I dare not; you are the family."

Deng Yan subtly glanced at Cheng Qiaobei, then observed Cheng Xiangheng’s gradually darkening face, and quietly lowered his eyes.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor, and Cheng Qiaobei stepped out first.

Watching his upright back, Cheng Xiangheng remarked meaningfully,

"Truly, the wings have hardened."

Cheng Qiaobei was just driving past Chen Weichuan’s workplace when he recalled the two boxes of tea leaves in the trunk. He also planned to discuss in person about the harassing phone calls.

He parked by the roadside and dialed Chen Weichuan’s number.

"Dad, you busy?... Are you at work? I’m nearby, and I have two boxes of tea leaves in the car to give you... Alright, I’ll be there in five minutes... 505, okay."

After registering at the gate, Cheng Qiaobei’s SUV drove into the compound.

He carried a black plastic bag upstairs, pressing the button for the fifth floor in the elevator.

Chen Weichuan had just returned to his office after a meeting, filling the kettle on the tea machine, and notified his secretary to bring in documents needing signing later.

As he stepped out of the elevator, it was Cheng Qiaobei’s first time visiting Chen Weichuan’s office.

Hearing the door sound, Chen Weichuan responded through the door, "Come in."

Cheng Qiaobei opened the door and stepped inside, seeing the desk piled with materials, "Dad, am I not disturbing you?"

"Not at all, come in." Chen Weichuan went to make tea, "Just finished a meeting, haven’t tidied up yet."