Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 388: Deceiving Heaven to Cross the Sea

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Deceiving Heaven to Cross the Sea

Occasionally, there was a slight noise from the box. The person opposite was leisurely enjoying the soup, while Cheng Qiaobei’s plate was clean. At some point, he had lost his appetite while sharing the table with him.

Cheng Xiangheng put down the bowl of soup, "The soup is good, have a taste."

Cheng Qiaobei remained motionless, quietly waiting for an answer.

Cheng Xiangheng: "You don’t like soup?"

Cheng Qiaobei spoke with a double entendre, "Soup doesn’t fill you up, might as well skip it."

"Heh..." Cheng Xiangheng understood what he meant.

If it were the conditions offered last time, he was not interested in continuing.

Cheng Xiangheng pointed to a dish on the table, "If soup doesn’t fill you up, isn’t there meat?"

Cheng Qiaobei casually glanced at the delicacies on the table, "I’m afraid I have a big appetite, one plate isn’t enough."

Cheng Xiangheng waved his hand with a smile, "Eat too much greasy food, you can’t digest it."

Cheng Qiaobei looked him in the eye, "Whether I can digest it or not is no concern of yours, Mr. Cheng. This meal, I will either not eat at all, or I will eat it all."

"Eat it all?" Cheng Xiangheng said with an implied meaning, as he leisurely wiped his fingers with a wet napkin, "You have quite the appetite."

A touch of wildness crept into Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes, "If we’re not talking terms, I’m leaving."

"The thing I’ve taught you the most is patience. Why can’t you sit still?" Seeing him make a move to leave, Cheng Xiangheng quickly stopped him with a condition, "If not as a brand under Jade Jiali, then shares—I’ll invest. That way, the bank loan process will be smoother."

Cheng Qiaobei’s attractive, peach blossom eyes gradually hardened with frost. He curled his lips and said, "Indeed, ginger gets spicier with age. Delivering aid in times of need might not always be a good thing; it could end up smearing charcoal all over one’s face. Let me make it clear today, not a cent of my company shall the Cheng Family touch."

Cheng Xiangheng said, "We’re family; what’s yours and what’s mine?"

Cheng Qiaobei raised an eyebrow and asked, "In the years I worked at Jade Jiali, things were quite distinct."

Cheng Xiangheng was at a loss for words, "Company management must have rules and regulations, it can’t be dominated by one family. You need to consider things from the company’s perspective."

Cheng Qiaobei was in no mood to continue arguing with him, "Let’s end this meal here, and don’t dream about the shares."

After saying that, Cheng Qiaobei stood up and walked towards the door of the box.

"Qiaobei," Cheng Xiangheng said sternly, "Cheng Qiaobei."

"!"

Cheng Qiaobei stopped.

Cheng Xiangheng said, "This is my last time giving you an opportunity. You are no longer a child; there’s a limit to this nonsense. Come back now, and I’ll give you a way out. After today, even if you kneel in front of me tomorrow, I won’t help you."

Cheng Qiaobei tugged his lips mockingly, turned his head, and said, "Mr. Cheng better keep his word."

The door swung open with a swoosh, and the person outside was startled and stood upright.

Cheng Qiaobei walked out, casting a sinister glance at Chen Qian, snorted coldly, "Chen Qian, you’re quite the lapdog."

"!" Chen Qian’s pupils contracted. He gritted his teeth and held back.

The night-covered city harbored people’s desires and filth. Cheng Xiangheng’s last words, like an ice pick, pierced the final thread of illusion.

Chen Ningxi was hanging clothes she’d just washed. Hearing the door open, she smoothed the creases on her dress and called out:

"You’re back, pretty early today."

"Mm, the talks went relatively smoothly."

Cheng Qiaobei changed shoes at the entrance, his face numb to the point of expressionlessness. Yet when he appeared in front of Chen Ningxi, his demeanor was soft and gentle.

"Honey," he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and said, "Let me recharge for a while."

Chen Ningxi felt the weariness in him as her hand slid down his back, "If you’re tired, go lie down on the bed."

She nudged him. Cheng Qiaobei, tall and robust, was almost impossible to budge, nearly pressing all his weight onto her.

"Did you drink?" Chen Ningxi asked.

Cheng Qiaobei shook his head, "No."

Chen Ningxi could hardly take it, trying to support him, said, "Qiaobei, why don’t you go sleep on the bed."

Cheng Qiaobei straightened up, suddenly cradled her face, and kissed her.

The moist tongue invaded her mouth, conquering and scouring. In mere moments, it swept away the sweetness between her teeth. He greedily exchanged breaths, as if wanting to meld her into his own body.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

His slender hand swept across her lower back, lifting her legs as everything progressed seamlessly.

Until a fleeting expression of pain flitted across his face, and the next second, he returned to tranquility.

The next day.

Chen Ningxi opened her eyes; Cheng Qiaobei was still asleep. She gently caressed his lips, then sneakily planted another kiss.

In her line of sight, the man’s smile grew deeper.

Chen Ningxi said, "Awake?"

Cheng Qiaobei, eyes still closed, "Not awake."

Her slender fingers gently scratched his cheek, whispering, "It’s the first time I’ve seen someone who can answer questions while sleeping."

Cheng Qiaobei tightened his hold on her, suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and said between kisses:

"I’ll show you something else."

The two hurriedly dashed out of the house, with Chen Ningxi saying, "It’s all your fault! We’re going to be late."

Cheng Qiaobei pressed the elevator’s close button, whispered into her ear, "This morning, it really wasn’t my fault."

"If not you, then who else?" Chen Ningxi spoke, later realizing and blushing.

Cheng Qiaobei laughed, "You remembered?"

"...No." Chen Ningxi stubbornly denied it, but she wished to find a hole to slip into.

He enjoyed seeing Chen Ningxi’s shy demeanor, continued teasing, mimicking her tone, "Slower, wait, slower... I followed all your instructions."

Chen Ningxi anxiously kept glancing at the floor number on the display screen; how could it not reach yet? She really couldn’t stand being in the same space with him.

"Honey, tonight I’ll definitely serve you well." Cheng Qiaobei’s hand climbed onto her waist, squeezing lightly, and she cried out uncontrollably. Chen Ningxi hurriedly covered her mouth, shooting him a warning glance.

Knowing when to stop, Cheng Qiaobei released her hand and smiled, "Fooling around is fine, but don’t get too angry. A great day begins in the morning."

Chen Ningxi exhaled slightly, truly having no way with him.

Ding, the elevator door opened.

Chen Ningxi ran towards the parking space, with Cheng Qiaobei chasing after her, "Don’t run, there’s time, here’s your bag."

Chen Ningxi glanced at her watch; there were still over ten minutes. She snatched her handbag back and urgently said, "You’re just making more trouble for me."

Cheng Qiaobei stood by the roadside, watching her car drive out of the parking space, making a gentlemanly gesture of ’please’ towards her.

Chen Ningxi rolled down the car window and shouted at him, "Wait till tonight."

"I have to work overtime tonight." Cheng Qiaobei waved and smiled at her.

At the company, Cheng Qiaobei called Deng Yan to his office.

"How far has the Orchid Garden operation progressed?"

Deng Yan said, "The information has been leaked. Right now, everyone knows we’re in contact."

"Mm." Cheng Qiaobei understood, "How many rejections have we received from the loans?"

Deng Yan said, "Two banks."

"Not bad." He seemed quite satisfied with this result.

"Your trick to deceive the heavens has won the company some precious time." Deng Yan put the documents on the desk, "Just had a phone call with Manager Lin, those on the list can be remodeled by April 23rd, while the remaining thirteen, by the end of the month."

Cheng Qiaobei flipped through the file as he read, "Have Wei Lai finalize the timing with the entertainment company. The advertisements must be placed promptly, and the new media channels must be activated. This level of publicity will certainly bring us a large wave of traffic."

Deng Yan nodded, "I’ll get on it right away."

Everyone knew Cheng Qiaobei was going to play the hotel card, but as to how he would play it, no one had figured it out yet.