Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 333 Desperately Need Her

Chapter 333: Chapter 333 Desperately Need Her

Cheng Siluo refused to admit defeat verbally, but deep down she knew better than anyone that she couldn’t win against Cheng Qiaobei. Still, even if she couldn’t win, she would make sure he didn’t have it easy.

Father and daughter were arguing in the office when Zheng Rongxi, protective of her daughter, rushed in after hearing the commotion, her anger immediately directed at Cheng Xiangheng.

"Don’t punish my daughter because of that cheap son of yours."

Cheng Xiangheng frowned, "What cheap son? Watch your language, they’re all my children, and I haven’t favored anyone specifically."

In the past, he would hide it from her; now, it was blatantly laid out to disgust her.

Cheng Xiangheng’s infidelity was like a knife stabbing into Zheng Rongxi’s heart, constantly aching and bleeding every second.

Every time she thought of their existence, Zheng Rongxi’s teeth ached with hatred.

Zheng Rongxi lashed out, "He’s a bastard! What right does he have to stand on equal footing with my daughter?"

Cheng Xiangheng scowled in disgust, "Ding Yuan never acted as hysterical as you do every day."

Zheng Rongxi was incensed, her eyes glaring as she questioned, "What do you mean by that? You look down on me? If you look down on me, why don’t you go to her? Go to that slut."

"Stop calling her a slut with every breath. This is a company, show some decorum." Cheng Xiangheng’s disdain was written all over his face.

She, who was married to him openly and legally, had somehow lost out to a mistress?

"I see it clearly now—you still think about that slut," Zheng Rongxi steeled her heart and cursed their relationship viciously, ignoring the place and situation. "You liked her so much back then, why didn’t you marry her instead!"

Seeing her eyes reddened and her state nearing madness, Cheng Xiangheng didn’t want to provoke her further and said, "In front of the children, control yourself. Don’t make a scene and disgrace yourself."

"Disgrace myself?" Zheng Rongxi glared at him, pacing back and forth. "What you all did was filthy and sleazy—it disgusts me. Doesn’t she fear retribution? A mistress ruining someone else’s family thinks having your son means she can enter the Cheng Family’s door. Her wishful thinking is laughable. Shameless tramp."

As Zheng Rongxi became increasingly agitated, Cheng Xiangheng saw a shadow pass behind the blinds and grabbed her hand, lowering his voice, "Lose your mind at home if you must! If this continues, I wouldn’t mind the company losing another director."

Zheng Rongxi immediately fell silent, her eyes filled with anger. She gritted her teeth and, after a pause, said bitterly, "You’ve wanted to get rid of me for a while, haven’t you?"

Cheng Xiangheng maintained a stern face, "If you keep causing a scene, I won’t hesitate to act. For now, talk some sense into Siluo. That’s what’s important."

As he was about to leave, considering the tempers of the mother and daughter, he turned back to warn them, "Listen, I’m not joking with you. You’ve achieved your goal and got him out of the company. From now on, don’t provoke him again. Even killing should have its caps, push him too far, and I won’t be able to protect you."

"Hand over the house immediately, and have the paperwork delivered to my office."

With those words, Cheng Xiangheng left without looking back.

Under Zheng Rongxi’s persuasion, Cheng Siluo brought the house paperwork to Cheng Xiangheng’s office.

Looking at his daughter, Cheng Xiangheng showed clear favoritism towards her. "Siluo, it’s not that Dad is favoring someone—it’s because I care about you that I’m advising you. That kid always has more than one card in his hand. Can you guarantee that Dongchen doesn’t have other dirt on him? Didn’t the lawyer say it wouldn’t take long? But since you’re reclaiming this house, who knows how long Dongchen will hold out inside."

Cheng Siluo felt a chill of fear, "Dad, what should we do?"

Cheng Xiangheng remained calm and composed, "Now you’re scared. You still act recklessly without considering consequences... I’ll find some time to talk to him."

Cheng Siluo nodded timidly, speaking in a small voice, "Okay."

At that moment, Cheng Qiaobei finally finished organizing his belongings. As he sat at his desk with a cup of coffee, Cheng Xiangheng’s phone call came through.

Seeing the number, Cheng Qiaobei didn’t need to guess the reason for the call.

He answered and held the phone to his ear, "Hello?"

His tone over the receiver was indifferent, but Cheng Xiangheng didn’t mind. He spoke with the concern of an older father, "How’s the rest at home going?"

Sudden fatherly concern?

Unfazed, Cheng Qiaobei said, "Mr. Cheng, just get to the point. After all, your time is valuable."

"Are you mad at me?" Cheng Xiangheng asked with a chuckle.

Cheng Qiaobei wanted to see how long he could keep up his act of being a caring father, so he played along but didn’t respond to the subsequent question.

"Rest has been fine."

Cheng Xiangheng continued, "Just staying home like this all the time? A grown man always being at home isn’t really ideal."

Cheng Qiaobei said playfully, "I’m not idle at home—I do laundry, cook, buy groceries, and tidy up the house. Sometimes I even line up at the supermarket to buy eggs. One day passes and it feels fulfilling."

When Cheng Qiaobei mentioned queuing to buy eggs, Cheng Xiangheng frowned in disdain. "You do such things? Aren’t you embarrassed to say it out loud?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied with a double-meaning, "What’s wrong with saying it? I don’t steal or cheat; I don’t scheme and conspire. I honestly spend my money without worrying about someone eyeing the eggs in my basket. Is there a problem with that?"

His words indirectly referred to Cheng Siluo.

Cheng Xiangheng asked, "Where are you now? It’s been a while since we father and son saw each other—let’s meet for tea."

On the laptop screen reflected Cheng Qiaobei’s menacing face, his gaze sharp as a blade, lips tightened.

"Mr. Cheng, are you here to plead for her?"

Cheng Xiangheng chuckled lightly, "Haha, Qiaobei, Dad truly misses you."

"..." Cheng Qiaobei’s expression turned colder.

The thing he hated most was being emotionally coerced under the guise of familial affection.

"The call itself should be enough to fulfill Mr. Cheng’s longing for kinship, right?"

Hearing that he intended to hang up, Cheng Xiangheng said, "Afraid of seeing me because you’re still clinging to the hope of our father-son bond?"

"Tch," Cheng Qiaobei scoffed. "I’m nothing more than the result of a careless sperm. Don’t flatter yourself. If you want me to spare Cheng Siluo, have her kneel down and beg me."

With that, the call disconnected.

Cheng Qiaobei put down his phone, his chest heaving sharply. After closing his eyes briefly to calm himself, he resumed working on his documents.

A WeChat notification popped up with a message from Deng Yan.

Cheng Qiaobei opened it and replied: "Alright, go ahead."

Half an hour later, a phone call from Chen Ningxi came through.

"I have a delivery of fresh goods arriving soon—can you pick it up?"

"Sure," Cheng Qiaobei’s mood brightened upon hearing her voice. "Wife, did you miss me at work?"

In Chen Ningxi’s office, there were two other people present. Hearing his question, she had no way to reply.

But after the anger stirred up by Cheng Xiangheng, only she could calm him.

Leaning back against his chair, he rested his hand on his forehead. "Did you miss me?"

Though the phone wasn’t too loud, in the quiet office, the faint sound could still be heard.

Chen Ningxi, embarrassed, turned to the side and murmured, "...Yes."

Cheng Qiaobei was dissatisfied, "What do you mean by ’yes’? Are you just brushing me off? Has the love disappeared?"

Chen Ningxi, annoyed enough to want to go home and smack him, covered the phone and whispered fiercely, "Someone’s here."

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, lowered his hand, and said, "Alright, alright, I’ll stop messing with you—get back to work."

Though he was laughing, his tone made Chen Ningxi’s chest ache. She didn’t know what had happened to him but felt that he needed her now.

"Wait," Chen Ningxi quickly stepped out of her office and stood in a quiet corridor, saying, "I’ll be home in an hour. Wait for me."

His furrowed brow slightly relaxed, and a gentle warmth reflected in his eyes as he smiled tenderly.

"...Okay."