Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 421: I’ve Tasted It, Very Sweet

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: I’ve Tasted It, Very Sweet

Noticing Cheng Qiaobei’s face was ashen as he exited the private room, Deng Yan lowered his voice to remind:

"There are still guests outside who haven’t left."

Cheng Qiaobei paused for a moment, immediately understanding Deng Yan’s hint, and only then adjusted his mood before heading to the exit.

Watching their departing backs, Chen Qian could sense the tacit understanding and trust between them, a relationship he envied greatly.

As soon as Cheng Qiaobei entered the elevator, another well-dressed man stepped in right behind him.

"Hello," the man spoke first, handing over a business card, "I’m Nie Shengwen from Lingchuang Investment Company."

Cheng Qiaobei took the business card and glanced at it, "Hello, Mr. Nie."

Nie Shengwen said, "Mr. Cheng was in the limelight tonight. I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but never got the chance. Didn’t expect to run into you in the elevator."

By chance?

To a shrewd person, your little tricks seem silly and clumsy.

Cheng Qiaobei knew what he wanted to talk about but didn’t intend to give him the opportunity.

"Lingchuang?" Cheng Qiaobei said belatedly, "I remember now, Mr. Nie is a rising star in the investment circle; I’ve heard about many of your successful cases, quite impressive."

Nie Shengwen laughed humbly, "Oh no, it’s just good luck."

Talking about investment and bringing luck into it, what a joke!

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Mr. Nie is too modest."

Nie Shengwen said, "Mr. Cheng, I won’t beat around the bush. I wonder if I might have the honor to cooperate with you?"

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t refuse, but didn’t accept either, "Mr. Nie’s investment company has been focusing on the catering industry, right?"

"Yes," Nie Shengwen nodded, "I’m very impressed with Mr. Cheng’s ability to accomplish a company split in a short time, with your strategic insight and decision-making. I too seek collaboration with a company that makes swift decisions and is efficient."

A glint of light flashed in Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes; noticing the elevator had reached the first floor, as the doors opened, he gave a warm smile, "Mr. Nie, I have urgent matters to attend to. Let’s chat next time."

Just as Nie Shengwen was about to speak, Deng Yan preemptively raised his hand as a gesture, "Mr. Nie, please go ahead."

Seeing people waiting outside the elevator, Nie Shengwen had no choice but to leave first.

Cheng Qiaobei and Deng Yan took another corridor toward the parking lot.

Deng Yan revealed his thoughts, "He wants to get into angel investing."

Angel investment refers to an individual investor, usually a successful entrepreneur, who provides funding and expertise to startups in exchange for equity.

Cheng Qiaobei said sarcastically, "He may not look impressive, but he sure has ambitions. Rushing to find a fast decision-making company suggests he’s nearly out of money. If he wants to use me as leverage, it has to be with my consent."

Deng Yan said, "Indeed, he did make some brilliant investments initially upon entering the field, but then his luck has been terrible."

Cheng Qiaobei got into the car and closed the door.

As Deng Yan started the car, Cheng Qiaobei finally said, "He’s not fit to be a proper investor and is at best a speculator."

Deng Yan escorted Cheng Qiaobei downstairs without mentioning what happened in the private room.

Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t say what shouldn’t be said, don’t listen to what shouldn’t be heard, and keep a sharp mind—that’s why Cheng Qiaobei most wanted to take Deng Yan with him when leaving the company.

The car stopped downstairs. Before getting off, Cheng Qiaobei said, "Find some information on investors with backgrounds when you have the time."

Deng Yan: "Understood."

The rapid pace of Eastern First-class’s division was slowing down; the reason was funding issues. Considering the cost, choosing hotels became more cautious, and more factors needed consideration. If it continued, it would be detrimental to the company’s development and would trap the company in the existing circle, unable to enhance the brand’s competitiveness.

Cheng Qiaobei entered the door, smelling a strong scent of traditional Chinese medicine, even he found it hard to swallow, but Chen Ningxi drank the entire bowl with an unchanged expression.

Chen Ningxi heard the noise at the door, walked over holding the empty bowl she just finished drinking, "You’re back? Did you drink too much?"

"No." Cheng Qiaobei beckoned her over, and Chen Ningxi walked over, "What’s up?"

He took out a piece of candy from his pocket, from tonight’s banquet, unwrapped it and pushed it into her mouth, "To ease the bitterness."

Chen Ningxi said, "I’ve already stopped feeling the bitterness."

She took the bowl to the kitchen, washing it while rolling the candy around with her tongue. The sweet fruity flavor awakened her taste buds; she was happily eating when Cheng Qiaobei leaned over, pinched her waist, turned her head, and his tongue traced along her slightly parted lips.

"Mmm..." Chen Ningxi stared wide-eyed, unexpectedly having the candy slipped away by him.

Cheng Qiaobei smiled, "Sweet."

Chen Ningxi said, "I’ve had it."

Cheng Qiaobei: "I don’t mind."

Chen Ningxi chuckled, "I mind you."

"Mind me?" Cheng Qiaobei narrowed his eyes mischievously, pinched her chin, lowered his shoulder, and sent the candy back between her teeth, sealing her lips firmly.

With her tongue, Chen Ningxi pushed against the candy; her hands were damp, making it inconvenient to push him away. Seizing the opportunity, Cheng Qiaobei stirred freely, making her tongue feel numb before he released her.

She gasped for air, putting the dried bowl on the drying rack.

Chen Ningxi gave him a reproachful look and walked out of the kitchen, "You’ve eaten all the candy, what do I do about my bitter mouth."

Cheng Qiaobei picked her up in his arms, whispered in her ear, "How would I know? I tasted it, very sweet."

Chen Ningxi’s cheeks flushed, "Put me down quickly."

He laid her on the sofa, kneeled between her legs, forcibly spreading her legs apart, propping his arm on the backrest, leaned closer to her.

Cheng Qiaobei’s gaze was captivating, when focused on you, it made one’s heart flutter.

His lips pressed lower, so close that his warm breath brushed against her eyelashes, stirring Chen Ningxi, her throat tightened, her whole body sensitive and hot.

Just as she was about to be kissed, she closed her eyes.

"Mmm..." Chen Ningxi’s legs instinctively closed, a sense of emptiness swept over her.

Yet one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Nothing happened.

Suddenly, his deep, husky voice said, "Hold on, I’m going for a shower."

The next second, he swiftly stood up, leaving the person on the sofa stunned for quite a while.

"...Cheng Qiaobei!" Chen Ningxi was angry and annoyed, shouting at the bathroom’s tightly shut door.

Behind the door, Cheng Qiaobei unbuttoned his shirt with a smirk at the corner of his lips, "Wife, want to join the shower together?"

Chen Ningxi took a deep breath, "No, thanks!"

She went back to the bedroom, hid under the covers, oh dear, how embarrassing just now.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom.

Cheng Qiaobei stood under the showerhead, eyes closed, letting the warm water wash away the tobacco smell from his body.

He wasn’t deliberately teasing Chen Ningxi but had smelled the smoke from Cheng Xiangheng’s cigarette, picked up in the private room, and suddenly recalled the scene of him demanding they divorce.

As if wanting to wash off every trace related to the Cheng Family, only then did he feel worthy to hold her.

Coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Qiaobei dried his hair with a towel while calling, "Wife,"

It was already eleven, and Chen Ningxi, huddled under the covers, had fallen asleep.

Cheng Qiaobei entered the bedroom, saw her curled up under the blanket, smiled helplessly, hung the towel around his neck, and sat beside her.

"Wife," he softened his voice, with a pleading tone, "Mad at me? Don’t be so petty."