Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 361: The Scent of Conspiracy

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: The Scent of Conspiracy

Listening to Cheng Qiaobei’s conversation with his grandfather, Chen Weichuan was also quite surprised. He had met so many people and seen all kinds of peculiar families, but a family like the Cheng Family was truly one of a kind.

"I won’t judge your grandfather and father. In the future, just live your own lives well and try to minimize disturbing each other."

He had been very tactful, and Cheng Qiaobei appreciated his father-in-law’s understanding.

As he said, not everyone is worthy of your good intentions, and not all kindness will be rewarded.

"Let me also say, you should have said something before leaving."

Cheng Qiaobei caressed his teacup, "I was too repressed at the time, and left in a moment of rashness. Actually, once I calmed down, I realized it was inappropriate, and I even dragged Ning Xi into my breach of etiquette."

Chen Weichuan asked, "Didn’t your dad scold you?"

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "On the way back, Ning Xi urged me to call and explain. As soon as the call connected, before I could say a word, he started scolding."

Chen Weichuan also laughed, "If it were my son, I’d scold him too."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "In the past, when he scolded me, I wouldn’t accept it. But today, when he scolded me, I didn’t say a word."

Chen Weichuan said, "When you’re in the wrong, what can you say?"

Cheng Qiaobei nodded, poured Chen Weichuan more tea, and thought of something, "Dad, there’s something I need to tell you."

...

During the New Year period, Cheng Qiaobei spent most of his time with the Chen Family. Starting from the second day, they began visiting other households. Compared to the Cheng Family, the Chen Family had a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. Around the sixth or seventh day, they gathered at Chen Ningxi’s grandmother’s house to play mahjong. Cheng Qiaobei had good luck and even won money from the Ye family’s elder.

He was just playing for fun and hadn’t really intended to win. He planned to give the money back to everyone once they finished, but who knew that the Ye family’s tradition was that there’s no mercy on the gambling table.

Chen Ningxi patted Cheng Qiaobei’s bulging pocket, "Not bad, Comrade Cheng, that’s enough for a month’s salary."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I wanted to return it to them, but they wouldn’t take it. I even won eight hundred from your grandma. She seemed quite addicted; after losing five hundred, she kept wanting to play with me the next day, and ended up losing another three hundred. You can’t blame me for that."

Chen Ningxi gave him a thumbs up, "You’re really something! You’ve become unbeatable in the Ye family. From now on, you’ll have to be respectfully called the King of Gamblers whenever you come and go."

Cheng Qiaobei asked her, "Can they still bring me to play next year?"

Chen Ningxi rolled her eyes, "Have you become addicted to winning? You dared to win my grandma’s money; do you not plan to step into the Ye family’s house again?"

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "Not at all, our grandma has a very good temperament. Before I left, she even asked me to come again tomorrow."

Chen Ningxi said, "Forget it. With you around, even the little red envelopes my grandma received for New Year’s would be won away by you."

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Cheng Qiaobei received a call from Deng Yan, and Chen Ningxi also noticed that the study desk at home gradually accumulated many express documents.

While tidying up, she said, "You didn’t even get a good rest this New Year. You’re still working."

Cheng Qiaobei put down his phone and said, "Compared to the past, this year has been the most relaxed and pleasant for me. In previous years, I spent New Year in a hotel, eating even dumplings in the office."

Chen Ningxi could imagine that scene, and the more she imagined, the more she felt sorry for him.

When the Cheng Family was filled with joy and harmony, Cheng Qiaobei was the only one alone and lonely in the hotel.

"Didn’t you go to your mom’s place for New Year?" Chen Ningxi asked.

"She dislikes New Year the most and goes out to travel every New Year, and this year is the same." Cheng Qiaobei glanced at the express box at the entrance hall, "She sent us local specialties."

"Honey," Cheng Qiaobei’s tone became more serious, "I might have to go on a business trip tomorrow, for about half a month. If someone asks you, just say I’m out relaxing."

Chen Ningxi smelled a conspiracy.

"What are you up to again?"

Cheng Qiaobei encircled her waist with both hands, looking at her with a smile, "Just scouting around, seeing if there are any suitable plots of land."

Chen Ningxi remembered he had been eyeing that piece of land in Qingshan District, "Aren’t you pursuing the Qingshan plot anymore?"

Cheng Qiaobei looked troubled, "It’s not easy to handle. Someone stronger than our company is involved."

Even at a dead end, Cheng Qiaobei didn’t consider using Chen Weichuan’s influence for underhanded dealings, but seeing him in a bind made Chen Ningxi anxious. This venture was too important for Cheng Qiaobei; missing this chance might mean losing the best opportunity for a comeback.

Chen Ningxi paused, "Have you thought about financing? Bringing in some sponsorships?"

Cheng Qiaobei shook his head, "I considered it before, but later realized some issues might become hard to resolve."

When it comes to business, Chen Ningxi trusted his judgment more.

"If you still want to do the Qingshan project, should I talk to Mr. Zou? He might have a solution."

Zou Yong was an enigmatic figure with a significant social status. Once, he had been humiliated by him, and Cheng Qiaobei didn’t believe for a second that Zou Yong didn’t hold any grudges.

Both were businessmen, and understanding what goes on in a businessman’s mind meant business conflicts would always find resolution in the business arena.

Cheng Qiaobei couldn’t afford to take that risk and plant a fuse for his future.

...

On the first day back at work, as Cheng Qiaobei drove into the parking lot, he saw Wei Lai carrying a bunch of items into the building. He quickly honked, and hearing it, Wei Lai turned, pausing when she saw him.

Cheng Qiaobei parked and went to help her take the stuff, "What is all this?"

Wei Lai said, "Local specialties from home, and auspicious ornaments for blessings of wealth."

Cheng Qiaobei peeked through the gap in the box, "Lucky cat?"

Wei Lai said, "And other things."

She listed a bunch, and Cheng Qiaobei said, "Are you here to work, or to burn incense?"

Wei Lai said, "If burning incense can protect the company’s finances, I don’t mind doing it every day."

Cheng Qiaobei raised an eyebrow, "...Do as you please then."

Wei Lai said, "Oh right, the tickets are booked for the midnight flight."

"Midnight?" Cheng Qiaobei turned his face, "There aren’t any daytime flights?"

Wei Lai righteously said, "According to last month’s cash flow and considering the company’s operating costs, the midnight flight is the most economical and cost-effective."

Cheng Qiaobei took a deep breath, "What about accommodations? Staying overnight isn’t a cost?"

Wei Lai curved her eyes in a smile, "Just right, the city you’re landing in also has our partner hotel, with free pick-up and experiential stay."

Cheng Qiaobei: "..."

Even the room he stayed in was from a voucher.

"Alright, fine," Cheng Qiaobei nodded, "With you saving like this, it would be unscientific for our company not to be profitable."

Deng Yan arrived at the company first, and sitting in the office, he could hear their conversation.

Wei Lai entered and placed a money tree from the box on Deng Yan’s desk, and Deng Yan thought it was a gift for him.

"Happy New Year, Secretary Deng." Wei Lai set down the green plant and specifically found a spot, "Place this money tree in the southeast corner, don’t move it."

"Happy New Year, thank you." Deng Yan gratefully acknowledged.

Wei Lai mysteriously said, "It was calculated by an expert; it attracts wealth when placed there."

Deng Yan: "...So, it’s not a gift for me?"

Wei Lai: "No, it’s not."

Deng Yan exhaled, "Got it."

In the early hours, Cheng Qiaobei and Deng Yan boarded the flight to Wuyuan City.

...