Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 321: Offering You Two Choices

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Offering You Two Choices

Cheng Qiaobei pushed open Cheng Xiangheng’s office door with an impressive momentum, the new secretary sensed trouble and quickly followed suit.

"Chairman Cheng, Mr. Cheng still has an important guest to meet. Perhaps you could come back later."

Cheng Qiaobei glanced at the new secretary; he truly only chose capable ones. It was a pity that Deng Yan, despite his dedicated work for him, still ended up being mistrusted.

He withdrew his gaze and said to the person behind the luxurious desk, "Just a few words. I won’t take too much of Mr. Cheng’s time."

Cheng Xiangheng raised his hand, signaling the secretary to leave.

The secretary closed the door, and the office became sealed and silent, filled with the rich scent of coffee while the floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the bustling prime area of Danjiang.

Cheng Qiaobei slowly walked to Cheng Xiangheng, "Sun Dongchen framed Ning Xi’s father for embezzlement."

Cheng Xiangheng’s expression remained calm, as though it had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Qiaobei continued, "I have evidence."

Cheng Xiangheng: "And then?"

Cheng Qiaobei leaned forward, placing both hands on the desk, looking down at the seated Cheng Xiangheng, "Cheng Siluo is willing to trade ten percent of her shares for me to spare Sun Dongchen."

"!" What foolishness is this child up to!

Cheng Xiangheng’s expression finally shifted, his face visibly darkened and filled with fury.

Cheng Qiaobei’s lips curled into a faint sneer, "If I get this ten percent, won’t it pose a greater threat to you?"

Cheng Xiangheng’s aged eyes instantly filled with icy depths, his jawline tensed as he asked coldly, "So?"

He still guards against everyone!

Cheng Qiaobei pressed his thin lips together slightly, his demeanor casual, almost indifferent—even his tone carried a hint of nonchalance.

"You taught me before, that even facing a desperate beast, you must give it two paths to choose from—life or death, determined by its fate. Today, I’m giving you two paths as well..."

Cheng Xiangheng glanced at him, as if he begrudged being compared to a desperate beast.

Cheng Qiaobei leaned lazily back into his chair, his posture relaxed, and said, "I take the ten percent shares, or you buy out the shares I hold."

The former path tests Cheng Xiangheng’s final ounce of trust, while the latter represents Cheng Qiaobei’s complete departure from Jade Jiali.

When interests become the weights on a scale, the calculations of gain and loss begin—some trade sincerity for deceit, others trade deceit for benefit.

The one ahead underestimates the other, while the one behind sees through them.

Weighing his choices, Cheng Xiangheng had made his decision; he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

Cheng Qiaobei already had his answer. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, watching as the man before him staged this drama of "father-son affection."

He said, "Of course."

Cheng Xiangheng wore an expression of difficult decision-making, looking deeply pained, and lamented, "Qiao Bei, it seems you’ve truly grown up—you no longer need my protection."

"Haha..." Cheng Qiaobei chuckled, "Why bother saying so much?"

Still playing the victim, Cheng Xiangheng shook his head helplessly and sighed with regret, "Sigh... I truly have no choice. Since this is your decision—"

"Hey... wait, how is it my decision? Your memory can’t be that bad, can it? Just a few minutes ago and you’ve already forgotten," Cheng Qiaobei said, "I gave you two paths, and you chose."

The last three words were exceptionally clear and firmly spoken.

Cheng Xiangheng: "These minor details aren’t important."

Old Fox, reverting to his old tricks again.

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t back down an inch, "This isn’t minor—it’s a fact."

"Fine, as you wish," Cheng Xiangheng’s words carried an implicit double meaning, "I will have the finance team calculate and transfer the funds to your account promptly."

Cheng Qiaobei was calm, "I’ll promptly wrap up the work I have on hand."

"No rush," Cheng Xiangheng feigned nonchalance, but his demeanor was deliberate, "Finding someone to replace your role will take time, after all, there aren’t many as capable as you."

Cheng Qiaobei no longer held any hope for the man before him—he was selfish and cold-hearted. But before leaving, he decided to offer him one last piece of advice in gratitude for his upbringing.

"Two things. Whether I say them or not is up to me. Whether you hear them or not is up to you. Deng Yan is competent, calm, and comprehensive in handling matters—a useful deputy. Don’t turn the group into an autocratic family-run business. Let capable people take leadership roles; it’s better for development."

Cheng Xiangheng: "Anything else?"

Cheng Qiaobei shook his head.

Even if there was more, he wouldn’t bother saying it—there was no trust here, and even one more word felt unnecessary.

"Which company are you planning to join next?" Cheng Xiangheng asked with apparent concern, "Someone as capable as you will definitely be in high demand in the industry. You’ll likely receive calls from headhunters the moment you leave."

Playing the caring elder had lost its appeal now, but Cheng Qiaobei still needed to continue acting along.

"I haven’t rested properly all these years. I don’t plan on joining any company right now—thinking of taking some time off for myself first."

Cheng Xiangheng still wanted to keep tabs on Cheng Qiaobei’s movements, but knowing him, he wouldn’t join a competitor.

"That’s good," Cheng Xiangheng nodded approvingly, "You worked hard all these years—both the company and I are aware of that. During this break, maybe you could also consider starting a family. I’m looking forward to seeing my grandchild."

Cheng Qiaobei smiled faintly, "Is that so."

Cheng Xiangheng said, "Of course. Haven’t you heard about how grandparents love their grandchildren? How could I not look forward to seeing your child?"

"Now I understand," Cheng Qiaobei replied with intentional ambiguity. Cheng Xiangheng didn’t grasp the deeper meaning and asked, "Hmm?"

Cheng Qiaobei’s expression withdrew entirely—cold and numb to the point of being frigid.

"Nothing. I’ll head back to organize the work on my hands," he said.

Before Cheng Xiangheng could respond, Cheng Qiaobei had already turned and left.

Wei Lai, hearing the familiar footsteps in the hallway, quickly stood up and went out to find Cheng Qiaobei had returned.

Watching his expression, something seemed off. Wei Lai probed, "How did your conversation with Mr. Cheng go?"

Cheng Qiaobei, seemingly unaffected, slouched lazily in his chair, "Went well. He’s preparing to buy out the shares I hold. It’s good this way—better than letting them go to someone else."

Wei Lai, though mentally prepared, still sighed upon hearing this. As father and son, in the end, kinship failed; interests stood atop the pedestals.

"Well, isn’t that great—a clean opportunity for us to exit. Otherwise, we’d have to rack our brains to come up with excuses." Wei Lai tried to comfort him and asked, "When should I process my resignation?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "No rush. Finish the work you have on hand first."

Wei Lai: "Got it."

Cheng Qiaobei asked, "You haven’t mentioned this to anyone else, have you?"

Wei Lai: "Of course not. This is far too important—how could I disclose it? By the way, when can the new place be operational?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Lao Lin has a lot of projects on hand recently, but it will be ready before we need it."

Wei Lai: "Good to hear it’ll be ready. I’ll head back to work now."

Cheng Qiaobei: "Go ahead."

Wei Lai gently closed the door behind her. Facing the window, Cheng Qiaobei fell into deep thought. Given the current situation, he needed to stay composed. Until the funds were secured, no trace could be revealed.

Therefore, some performances still needed to continue.

Cheng Qiaobei turned on his computer again and began revising his personal résumé.

Chen Ningxi had finally found out which department had taken her father. Just after finishing a call with her mother, she received a message from Cheng Qiaobei.

"Hello?"

Upon hearing her weary voice over the phone, Cheng Qiaobei knew Chen Ningxi wasn’t doing well today—she must have been worrying terribly.

"Honey, I found the person who framed Dad. The evidence has already been handed in. Don’t worry—Dad should be back soon."

Chen Ningxi held her forehead, ecstatic at the news, "Really? Who was it? How did you find out?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Sun Dongchen."

Chen Ningxi paused for two seconds, puzzled, "Why would he frame my dad? My dad’s never had a feud with him."

Cheng Qiaobei hesitated slightly, "Uh... because of me. He doesn’t have any issues with Dad, but he’s unhappy with me, which led to Dad getting dragged in."

Chen Ningxi frowned, "Doesn’t he think at all? Framing someone in my dad’s position—what happens if it backfires? Doesn’t he worry about implicating himself?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "He paid the necessary people, and even if it’s investigated, those involved would insist on taking the blame themselves."

Chen Ningxi scoffed, "Naïve!"