Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 387: It’s None of My Business

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: It’s None of My Business

Cheng Qiaobei had been in contact with the banks but had already been rejected for loans by several of them.

The banks in Danjiang City were out of the question, so he began reaching out to banks in surrounding cities.

Rumors started spreading in the industry that Cheng Qiaobei’s cash flow was about to break, and the company was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Chen Qian reported the news to Cheng Xiangheng, and the latter’s tightly furrowed brow seemed to relax a bit, "Keep a close watch on his movements lately."

Chen Qian nodded, "Okay, Mr. Cheng."

The office door closed, Cheng Xiangheng put down the document in his hand, pondered for a moment, and dialed Zheng Rongxi.

"Come to my office."

Cheng Siluo happened to walk into Zheng Rongxi’s office and saw her looking serious, "What’s wrong, Mom?"

Zheng Rongxi said, "The bank issue, I’m afraid your dad has found out."

Cheng Siluo was half doubting, "Impossible, we’ve kept it quite confidential."

Zheng Rongxi instructed Cheng Siluo, "Remember, no matter how angry your dad gets, do not admit that the bank matter has anything to do with us."

Cheng Siluo nodded emphatically, "Got it, Mom. Don’t worry."

"Why did you call me here?" Zheng Rongxi sat calmly in front of Cheng Xiangheng, who gazed at her with deep-set eyes.

Neither spoke, and the large office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Cheng Xiangheng asked, "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"

Zheng Rongxi displayed a bewildered expression, "Say what? Why exactly did you call me here?"

Cheng Xiangheng’s face suddenly darkened, his eyes glanced dangerously, "Still pretending with me, huh?"

Zheng Rongxi asked cluelessly, "What on earth are you trying to say?"

There was a smack sound.

Cheng Xiangheng threw the document onto the desk not too lightly nor too hard, "Qiaobei’s loan was rejected, don’t say it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, Zheng Rongxi looked surprised, "Qiaobei’s loan was rejected? What’s he applying for a loan for?"

Her question clearly showed she was not informed.

Cheng Xiangheng did not believe her, "I know you have connections with major banks, if you say a word, it still carries weight."

"Me. Haha..." Zheng Rongxi laughed self-mockingly, "Old Cheng, you give me too much credit. What kind of world are we living in? It’s not like it used to be, a matter of one word from me? You know the banking system has reformed; those people I knew have either been transferred or retired. Where are those connections anymore? Don’t pin everything on me. Even if it was me, I need to have that capability."

Cheng Xiangheng observed her, "Not many people know about Qiaobei’s loan application. We’ve acquired the land in Qingshan, and he’s started preparing for the Orchid Garden project. Although he left our company, if he can really make something happen, it would be beneficial for us. You don’t need to block his path."

Zheng Rongxi was anxious, "Old Cheng, I’ve been with you for so many years, can’t you tell when I’m being honest or lying? If I said I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it. You have to trust me."

Seeing her firm attitude, Cheng Xiangheng still didn’t drop his guard, "If it’s not you, then it’s not you. Why so agitated."

Zheng Rongxi seemed genuinely upset, her chest heaving, "I must have owed the Cheng family so much; father and son both against me, one doesn’t believe me, the other curses me behind my back."

Cheng Xiangheng frowned, "There you go again, let’s talk business at the company. Can you not mix personal feelings into it?"

Zheng Rongxi deliberately acted unreasonably, "If it were other people, I wouldn’t have a chance to mix in personal feelings. But thinking of him, I remember Ding Yuan, that bitch, destroyed my family, stole my husband. Thinking of her makes me want to tear her apart."

"Alright, alright, just go back."

Cheng Xiangheng found it annoying; talking about Cheng Qiaobei always dragged in Ding Yuan. He didn’t want to mention Ding Yuan—that woman was like a canary he had raised, but later turned into a hawk that nearly blinded him.

On the weekend, Cheng Qiaobei didn’t rest; he drove to the entrance of a residential area where a bank’s credit manager lived.

The person was from a local bank. After introducing himself, Cheng Qiaobei handed over the loan application materials. As soon as the person left, the materials were tossed into the trash can.

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t go home; instead, he went to Lin Hanrui’s architectural design company.

Just as the car came to a stop, his phone rang.

He stared at the number expressionlessly and only answered the call when it was about to hang up automatically.

"Hello." His voice was cold.

Cheng Xiangheng’s voice came through the receiver, "Qiaobei, where are you?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied impatiently, "What do you want?"

Cheng Xiangheng asked, "We haven’t seen each other in a long time; let’s have a meal together."

Cheng Qiaobei chuckled coldly, "Heh... isn’t not seeing me just what you want? Can you still eat when you see me?"

Cheng Xiangheng gave an address for a restaurant, "Have a meal with me, I’ll help you solve the bank issue."

"..."

The receiver went silent, and Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Was it you?"

Cheng Xiangheng clearly heard the displeasure in his tone and said, "You’re my son. Could it be me? Just come quickly."

He hung up first, and Cheng Qiaobei looked at the call-end prompt, remained silent for a moment, then started the car again.

Lin Hanrui saw the car stop in front, then drive away again.

He hurriedly called, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Old Cheng has some matters to discuss with me."

When Cheng Qiaobei’s car stopped at the restaurant entrance, the person by the window went back to the table and said, "Mr. Cheng, he’s here."

Cheng Xiangheng nodded, "You go wait outside."

Chen Qian paused, "Oh... okay."

Cheng Qiaobei walked up the stairs; from afar, he saw Chen Qian standing in the corridor.

When he reached the private room, Chen Qian leaned in and said, "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng has been waiting for you."

Cheng Qiaobei glanced at him indifferently, pushed the door open, and saw the person sitting at the main seat. He chose the furthest seat to sit at.

Cheng Xiangheng raised his hand to indicate, "Come sit closer, son."

Cheng Qiaobei wasn’t used to the address, "Let’s just talk like this, I can hear you."

Cheng Xiangheng called Chen Qian, instructing him to ask the waiter to serve the food.

Cheng Qiaobei sat in the dining chair with a bored expression, "I’m not very hungry; if you have something to say, just say it."

"It’s mealtime; have a meal with Dad. Look at your unwilling look," Cheng Xiangheng said, "We’ll talk after eating."

Cheng Qiaobei took out his phone to send a message, telling Chen Ningxi not to wait for him for dinner.

As soon as he put down the phone, Cheng Xiangheng asked, "How are things between you and Ningxi?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied, "What do you mean, how? Our relationship is stable."

Cheng Xiangheng noticed he was holding back his patience and said, "Stop always treating me like an enemy. I’m just asking, showing some concern."

Cheng Qiaobei stared at him warily, "How do you know I’m looking for a bank loan?"

Cheng Xiangheng sipped his tea and said, "That’s not a secret."

Cheng Qiaobei asked, "So you played tricks again? What did you do to make them all reject my loans?"

Cheng Xiangheng put down his teacup, slowly raised his head, "If I said it had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?"

Cheng Qiaobei withdrew his gaze and didn’t answer.

His attitude already said it all—he didn’t believe him.

Cheng Xiangheng sighed and said, "The loan issue, it really wasn’t me. But I can help you find a bank."

Cheng Qiaobei was very clear-headed; he wouldn’t help actively unless...

"What’s the catch?"