Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 464 Fragment

Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Fragment

"You..." Cheng Xiangheng’s face turned pale with anger, his lips trembling, "Who do you think you’re acting like a jerk?"

"Heh, acting like who?" Cheng Qiaobei turned his eyes towards him, "Isn’t it all taught by you?"

He had to go back, so he stood up and said, "You have to trust me. Get rid of Qingshan immediately, and we can still save the group."

Cheng Xiangheng closed his eyes, "... In the end, you’re still unwilling to come back?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "Whether I return or not, the Qingshan project must be handled. The Qingshan project was a pit I dug for you back then, and if you want to fill it now, you’ll have to give it up. If you still care about your face, I suggest you think about those employees who rely on the group for their livelihood, as well as the life and death of the group. Is your face more important?"

Cheng Xiangheng understood better than anyone that if he continued to persist, the only things awaiting the group were bankruptcy or liquidation.

Cheng Qiaobei walked out and glanced at Chen Qian at the door, nodding at his performance today.

It was just one affirmation, but Chen Qian was elated, even recalling their earlier coordination with a smile at the corners of his mouth. The confrontation with their opponent was really thrilling.

Chen Qian suddenly understood why Deng Yan was willing to follow Cheng Qiaobei even in his most desperate times.

It’s the attraction of strength, the thrill of competition, and the joy of being trusted.

Chen Qian went back to the private room, noticing that Cheng Xiangheng let out a long sigh and talked to himself: "In the end, I still lost."

If he had been managing the group, it would never have developed to this point. As a manager, he was a failure.

Cheng Qiaobei opened the private room door, Bai Ze and Fan Wu were already drunkenly slumped over the table. He called a substitute driver to send them home.

On the way back, Cheng Qiaobei leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, resting, when the phone in his pocket rang. He didn’t need to guess who was calling.

Cheng Qiaobei slid to answer, put it to his ear: "...Hello."

Cheng Xiangheng asked, "What exactly is going on between you and Luo Jinchuan?"

Cheng Qiaobei wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, "I’ve drunk too much, let’s talk tomorrow during the day."

Cheng Xiangheng: "...Contact me after you’ve sobered up tomorrow."

Cheng Qiaobei: "Mmm."

He hung up the phone, his brows tightly knitted.

Luo Jinchuan’s appearance almost disrupted his rhythm, but fortunately, Old Cheng agreed to handle the Qingshan project, at least giving the group a chance to recover.

When Cheng Qiaobei usually came back, knowing she was asleep, he would try not to make any noise. But tonight, he closed the door neither loudly nor quietly.

Chen Ningxi drowsily opened her eyes, calling out towards the door: "Qiao Bei?"

"Mmm." He had just replied when the next second, there was a muffled thud, followed by a thump, scaring Chen Ningxi into getting out of bed to see what happened outside.

Turning on the living room light, she saw Cheng Qiaobei lying on the floor.

"Qiao Bei," Chen Ningxi hurried to help him up, but he brought her down, and she landed on top of Cheng Qiaobei, smelling the strong scent of alcohol, "How much did you drink?"

Cheng Qiaobei let out a pained sigh, sitting on the floor for a moment before saying: "Two shots of Baijiu, can’t remember how many beers."

"Drank so much," Chen Ningxi exerted herself to pull him up, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, with the other hand holding his waist, heading to the bedroom.

Cheng Qiaobei’s steps were unsteady, nearly stumbling and falling several times.

Finally managing to get him onto the bed, Chen Ningxi helped him take off his clothes. In his drunken state, he was especially clingy and liked to tell off-color jokes.

Cheng Qiaobei held her hand, gazing at her with drunken eyes and a smile, "Ning Xi, Ning Xi, why are you so beautiful?"

Chen Ningxi pulled her hand away, "Stop it, take off your clothes."

Cheng Qiaobei laughed again, "Why take off clothes?"

Chen Ningxi, while unbuttoning him, said: "For sleeping, what else?"

"Hehe," Cheng Qiaobei reached out, cupping her face for a kiss.

Chen Ningxi struggled, saying: "Stop it, take off your clothes and sleep obediently."

With a long arm, Cheng Qiaobei gathered her in his embrace, rolling to pin her beneath him, roughly pulling open her collar, biting down on her shoulder.

The force wasn’t big, but she could feel the pressure of his teeth.

"Ouch..." Chen Ningxi winced from the pain, pushing him away, "Bite me again, and I won’t be polite."

Cheng Qiaobei blocked her mouth, and Chen Ningxi, nearly fainting from the smell of alcohol, felt her tongue tingling from his touch, her cheeks warmed and flushed by the alcohol.

"Mmm..." Chen Ningxi’s protests were swallowed by him, his hot hands roaming over her body, and as her pajama pants were taken off, she heard the sound of a belt unbuckling in the dark. In the next moment, a burning body pressed against hers.

That night, he was sometimes frantic, sometimes gentle, with an ebb and flow of intensity, relentless.

The next morning, Chen Ningxi woke up feeling sore all over, lethargic, like she hadn’t fully woken up.

Standing at the sink, brushing her teeth, eyes closed, Cheng Qiaobei approached her from behind, laughter full of pleasure beside her ear.

"Not awake yet?" Cheng Qiaobei’s hand naturally holding her waist.

Hearing this, Chen Ningxi opened her eyes, "You have the nerve to ask? Kept me up until who knows what time, how can I not be tired?"

Cheng Qiaobei remembered things, but honestly, the memories weren’t too coherent, with some gaps in between.

But if he told Chen Ningxi he didn’t remember clearly, she’d definitely be upset.

Cheng Qiaobei could only smile and apologize, "Wife, I’m sorry."

The more she looked at his playful face, the angrier she got. Chen Ningxi puffed up her cheeks, asking angrily, "How much did you drink last night?"

Afraid she’d get mad, Cheng Qiaobei recalled and then halved the amount, "Just six or seven bottles of beer."

Chen Ningxi stopped brushing, looking at him through the mirror, "How much?"

Feeling guilty, Cheng Qiaobei answered, "Eight or nine, maybe."

Chen Ningxi asked again, "Think carefully before answering. How much exactly?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "Might have drunk a bit of Baijiu too."

After rinsing her mouth, Chen Ningxi put down her toothbrush, squinting her eyes, asking: "I’ll give you one last chance, last night you said different. How much exactly?"

Scratching his eye corner, Cheng Qiaobei truly didn’t feel confident for once, "One shot of Baijiu?"

Chen Ningxi chuckled, "Are you asking me?"

Cheng Qiaobei turned to leave, "Let me think again. I forgot some pieces due to drinking."

"Stop," Chen Ningxi grabbed his hand, bringing him back in front of her, "Need me to help you remember?"

Cheng Qiaobei licked his lips, "Remember how? Recreate the scene?"

Remembering how frantically he acted last night, Chen Ningxi shyly turned her eyes away, "No need, I was sober while you blacked out."

Cheng Qiaobei picked her up, forcing Chen Ningxi to wrap her arms around his neck, looking down into his eyes as he said, "Should I tell you how much I drank?"

Chen Ningxi said: "Two shots of Baijiu, can’t remember the beers."

Honestly, Cheng Qiaobei couldn’t remember how many shots of Baijiu he drank, but when he was sober, he had the impression it was two.

Chen Ningxi asked: "Was I wrong?"

Cheng Qiaobei blinked, "...No."

Chen Ningxi: "Don’t you care about your health, drinking so much? Especially when we’re trying for a baby. Could you be more responsible for the kid?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "I was wrong, wife. This time I really couldn’t avoid it. Fan Wu drinks too much. Initially, my idea was just for us to drink a little to enjoy, but I didn’t expect him to be such a heavy drinker."

Before leaving, he said, Fan Wu had given him a big discount, and that dinner was to thank him properly.

Chen Ningxi didn’t say more critical words, "Try to drink less in such situations from now on. It’s not good for your health."

"Got it, Manager Chen." Cheng Qiaobei kissed her on the forehead.

After arriving at the company, Cheng Qiaobei called Deng Yan to the office.

"Deng Yan, come over here."

Deng Yan entered the office and closed the door, "Cheng, what’s up?"

Cheng Qiaobei placed the authorization document on the table, "Take a look."

Deng Yan picked up the document, flipping it open to the first page, his eyes widening.

"This..." he looked up, "What’s going on?"

The hangover hadn’t quite passed, Cheng Qiaobei pressed his throbbing temples, "Didn’t you understand what you saw? Why ask?"