Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 331: Not at Ease

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Not at Ease

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It’s been so busy recently, I’ve neglected the notes.

Chen Ningxi smiled apologetically as she walked, saying, "I’ve read them. Regarding the questions you raised, I’ve found some materials that might help. I’ll bring them to you tomorrow."

"There’s no rush." Seeing her walking quickly toward the parking lot, she seemed to have something urgent going on. "Manager Chen, aren’t you having lunch?"

Chen Ningxi: "No."

Lu Xingyan stood on the steps, watching Chen Ningxi drive off.

When Chen Ningxi hurried home, she ran into workers carrying items out at the door, quickly stepping aside to make way. Inside, she looked around before spotting Cheng Qiaobei crouched in the walk-in closet, packing up her clothes.

"I’m back," Chen Ningxi immediately crouched down, taking the clothing from his hands. "I’ll pack these up, you go handle other things."

Cheng Qiaobei chuckled lightly, "Why’d you come back? Didn’t I tell you I’ve got this? You’re worried?"

"Not at all," Chen Ningxi said while folding clothes, "but moving is so tedious. It’s too tiring for you to handle alone."

"I don’t have much else to do at the moment. Think of it as killing time." Cheng Qiaobei took a jacket off the rack. "This moving company is very professional."

Chen Ningxi remarked, "I noticed. They’ve even placed protective film in the elevator and hallway to prevent scratches."

Cheng Qiaobei explained as he folded clothes, "Sun Dongchen is probably about to be sentenced, so she’s venting her anger on the house situation."

Chen Ningxi understood what he was worried about. "It’ll be fine. I’m living just the same, and it’s all our home."

Whenever trouble arose, she never complained, her understanding nature often made Cheng Qiaobei feel like he owed her a lot.

He said, "This house will be ours again. The lawyer just needs time to gather evidence."

Chen Ningxi held his hand and gently reassured him, "Don’t be too upset. Everything will be resolved."

Cheng Qiaobei curled his lips into a faint smile.

After a busy morning, just as Chen Ningxi was leaving, she remembered, "You haven’t eaten, have you?"

Cheng Qiaobei, preoccupied, hadn’t felt like eating, "I’m not hungry."

Chen Ningxi glanced at the time, picked up her phone, and said, "I’ll order takeout for you."

"No need, I’ll eat after everything’s done." Cheng Qiaobei urged her to hurry to work.

Earlier, Chen Ningxi had gotten a call from Dai Liang, and the two of them needed to go to the city government in the afternoon for a meeting about power facilities restructuring in the southern district.

Chen Ningxi rushed off to work, while Cheng Qiaobei continued with the moving process.

With the right fees paid, the moving company was efficient, but it still took until nightfall to get everything moved upstairs.

When Chen Ningxi returned from work, she saw the kitchen light on. The housekeeper who used to help tidy up at Cheng Qiaobei’s place was at the stovetop preparing food.

The sound of the door closing drew the attention of someone in the bedroom. Cheng Qiaobei came out wearing gloves and holding a cleaning cloth. "You’re done with work? I was too busy, so I asked the housekeeper to come and help with cooking."

Chen Ningxi took off her coat and hung it on the rack by the door. "I wanted to come back sooner. I was busy for over three hours at the government this afternoon, then had to meet with representatives from two companies. Just before work ended, there was another incident at the suburban substation."

Cheng Qiaobei asked, "No injuries, right?"

"None," Chen Ningxi shook her head and held onto his arm. "It’s moving day. I didn’t help much and left you to deal with it all by yourself."

Cheng Qiaobei was about to pinch her cheek, but remembered he was wearing rubber cleaning gloves and stopped short. "The way you’re saying that makes it sound so formal, like we’re not family."

Chen Ningxi gently shook his arm. "I just feel bad for you."

Rarely seeing her act coy, a certain softness flickered in Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes. He kissed her lips lightly.

"Mm..." Chen Ningxi, startled, instinctively glanced toward the kitchen to make sure the housekeeper wasn’t looking. She whispered, "What if she sees us? It’s embarrassing."

Cheng Qiaobei straightened up, the corners of his eyes and mouth gleaming with amusement. "She’s long used to it."

The first meal in the new house was a thoughtful one. Following moving traditions, the housekeeper prepared an ample spread with fish, meat, and even steamed buns.

They invited the housekeeper to stay for the meal, but she had a sick family member to care for and left.

Though it was just a temporary visit, Cheng Qiaobei still paid her handsomely.

He had always been this way—never shorting anyone, yet never letting himself be shortchanged.

Late at night, Cheng Qiaobei held Chen Ningxi in his arms but couldn’t sleep.

There were too many things to consider, too much to do, but Cheng Qiaobei was certain about one thing: Cheng Xiangheng wouldn’t easily let him start his own company, and that mother-daughter pair was likely watching him in the shadows, waiting for a chance to trip him up.

His dark eyes stared into the void. He’d always left room for them to retreat, but it seemed they weren’t inclined to let him go.

The more he thought, the more restless he became. Random thoughts sparked in his mind, until he suddenly remembered the notebook he’d seen during the move.

That colleague named Lu Xingyan—his presence made Cheng Qiaobei feel unsettled.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Chen Ningxi, but as a man, he understood that some men would naturally be drawn to her.

After confirming the belongings, he had double-checked. The notebook’s cover did indeed have traces of Chen Ningxi’s name written on it.

Who would write someone else’s name without reason? "Ah..."

He sighed. Chen Ningxi woke up and touched his face, asking, "Can’t sleep? Is it hard to adjust to sleeping in a new place?"

Her voice brought him back. Under the moonlight, he gazed at her face, held her tighter, and said, "No, go to sleep."

"Then why are you sighing?"

"Was I?"

"Yes."

Cheng Qiaobei: "..."

Chen Ningxi guessed that he was troubled by the resignation issue and reassured him, "You don’t have to think about anything now. No need to worry. Get some rest—everything will work out."

"..." He wanted to think about nothing, but how could he, when someone had his wife on their mind?

"Honey."

"Mm?"

"If—just hypothetically,"

Chen Ningxi, too sleepy to keep her eyes open, replied, "All I’ll say is that I want to kill hypothetical situations right now."

"Haha," Cheng Qiaobei chuckled and carried on, "What if a young, handsome guy pursued you? What would you do?"

Chen Ningxi answered drowsily, "I’m married. Stop it."

"What if he didn’t care that you were married?"

"Doesn’t care,"

"Hmm, doesn’t care."

"Oh..."

"Ningxi, don’t sleep—answer me."

Chen Ningxi, disturbed into wakefulness, muttered, "Ugh... If he doesn’t care, I still have my Bottom Line. Stop talking—sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open."

Cheng Qiaobei hugged her tighter and patted her back gently. "Just tell him there’s no one better looking than your husband."

"Mm, mm, mm, my husband is the most handsome," Chen Ningxi murmured sleepily.

Just as she was about to drift off, Cheng Qiaobei squeezed her tightly, making her gasp for air and wriggle against him. Her hand inadvertently brushed against his lower abdomen, and in an instant, he reacted.

Cheng Qiaobei flipped over and pinned her beneath him, pressing his lips to hers, his voice husky:

"Since we can’t sleep, let’s have some fun."

Chen Ningxi, too exhausted, weakly pushed him away, saying, "I’m so sleepy."

"A little fun, and you won’t be tired," Cheng Qiaobei whispered, sliding her sleepwear strap undone, planting kisses along every inch of her skin.

The numbing sensation awakened Chen Ningxi’s consciousness. In the next moment, Cheng Qiaobei pulled the blanket over their heads.

Underneath the blanket, Chen Ningxi burst into giggles, but soon her laughter faded, replaced by rhythmic, soft gasps blooming in the darkness...