Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 472: Harmony is Precious

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Harmony is Precious

Cheng Qiaobei drank a little too much, and upon returning home, he hugged Chen Ningxi and said:

"Honey, I’m back."

Smelling the strong scent of alcohol, Chen Ningxi frowned, "How much did you drink? Go take a shower."

Cheng Qiaobei hunched over, resting his head on her shoulder, and took a gentle sniff, "Honey, your scent still smells the best."

Chen Ningxi pulled her shoulder back, "Let me help you to the shower."

"Don’t move," Cheng Qiaobei held her still, "Let me hold you for a moment."

Chen Ningxi stayed still and hugged him tightly with her arms, "What’s up?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I’m really happy tonight."

Chen Ningxi teased, "Saw a lot of pretty girls?"

"Tsk," Cheng Qiaobei pulled open her collar, biting her shoulder, Chen Ningxi shivered, "Mmm..."

The soft sound pierced through his eardrums, making Cheng Qiaobei’s blood surge almost instantly.

He covered her mouth with his hand, pinning her against the wall, and began to kiss her wildly.

Chen Ningxi made muffled sounds until his hand pressed at the edge of her pajama pants, finally stopping.

His voice was hoarse, filled with intense desire as he said, "Don’t move, Ningxi, I’m about to lose control."

Chen Ningxi didn’t dare to move, "...you, how about I get you a glass of water."

"Hehehe..." Cheng Qiaobei laughed deeply, exuding a slightly drunk reckless charm, "This flame can’t be doused with just a glass of water."

Chen Ningxi awkwardly said, "But I’m now..."

"I know, I’m not drunk to the point of being incoherent," Cheng Qiaobei placed his hand on her lower abdomen, "Let me calm down for a bit, I won’t act impulsively."

Chen Ningxi didn’t dare to make a sound, standing quietly there.

"Talk to me about something."

"About what?"

"Whatever, anything works. Even a cold joke is fine." Cheng Qiaobei adjusted his breathing, letting the desire in his body gradually subside.

Chen Ningxi thought for a moment and recalled the materials she recently read, "How about I tell you about the cable-laying procedure for large-diameter submarine cables?"

Hearing this, he chuckled with his shoulders shaking slightly, straightened up, and looked at her, "Honey, as expected of you."

Chen Ningxi: "?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "To douse someone’s passion."

Chen Ningxi felt embarrassed under his gaze, mumbling softly, "You said it, talk about anything."

"Alright," he gently patted her shoulder, "I’ll go shower."

After a while, Chen Ningxi went to deliver his pajamas, and through the door, she heard suppressed groans from inside.

Having washed away the bar’s smoke and alcohol, Chen Ningxi lay once again in the familiar embrace.

...

Cheng Qiaobei, accompanied by Deng Yan, headed to Qiankun Group. Today, they were going to discuss the terms of the bet agreement with Zou Yong.

Deng Yan drove into Qiankun Group, the grandeur of the large company was indeed befitting its status as one of the top enterprises in the country.

Cheng Qiaobei said as they walked, "We certainly won’t finish in just one day, don’t be too anxious. Remember to remind me if I overlook anything."

Deng Yan: "Understood."

Cheng Qiaobei: "Capital can provide us with money and resources, but don’t expect any humanity from it, so we must be cautious."

Deng Yan: "President Zou has a good relationship with the Chen Family, is his investment related to the Chen Family?"

Cheng Qiaobei chuckled lightly, "When have you ever seen capital play the emotional card?"

Deng Yan nodded in understanding, knowing that capital everywhere is alike, ruthless but with no bloodshed.

After registering at the security desk on the first floor, the secretary led the two to Zou Yong’s office.

The secretary knocked on the door, "President Zou, Mr. Cheng from Eastern First-class is here."

Zou Yong lifted his gaze from the document, "Let him in."

The secretary made a gesture, smiling, "Please come in, Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Qiaobei approached the desk, "President Zou."

Zou Yong signaled for them to sit, "Calling me President Zou is too formal, call me Mr. Zou."

Cheng Qiaobei lowered his eyes with a smile, "Since we’re at the company, let’s talk business, calling you President Zou is more appropriate."

Zou Yong understood the implication of his words, strictly business.

Knock, knock, knock, the office door was knocked on, and the secretary came in with two cups of coffee, leaving them quietly on the table before exiting.

Zou Yong candidly asked, "Yesterday you mentioned there were some details needing negotiation, let’s hear about them."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Regarding the target for the bet on going public, remove the A-share listing and switch to the US stock market."

Zou Yong knew he would notice the issue, yet he did not expect him to solve it so elegantly. Compared to A-share listings, the US stock market is simpler, though with a slightly lower valuation. However, to Cheng Qiaobei, this goal is more attainable.

But he did not respond immediately, "Continue."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Regarding reaching the predetermined sales within one year, if it surpasses your set performance within a year, Mr. Zou, you need to reduce your shareholding."

Zou Yong laughed, "Interesting, but what if you don’t meet our agreed performance? Can I request several times the compensation, in cash?"

Cheng Qiaobei wouldn’t be foolish enough to agree to cash compensation, "If the target is not met according to the agreement, I believe cash settlement has no meaning; I can surrender three percentage points of equity."

This was unexpected to Zou Yong, as he didn’t anticipate that he would think of repaying the debt with equity. If Cheng Qiaobei fails at the bet agreement, he only needs to pay a certain amount of equity, and still retain absolute control of Eastern First-class.

Cheng Qiaobei noticed Zou Yong contemplating the issue of equity payments and said, "Mr. Zou, paying with equity is the same. Moreover, I might not lose, even if I do, and pay you equity, your actual control increases, and your valuation also multiplies accordingly."

Zou Yong naturally understood his point.

Cheng Qiaobei smiled gently, teasing, "Mr. Zou, your expression seems not too hopeful for my win, do you wish to see me with nothing if I lose the bet agreement?"

Zou Yong chuckled, "You got it wrong."

Whether gotten wrong or not, both of them knew in their hearts.

"I also think Mr. Zou wouldn’t think that way." Cheng Qiaobei maintained a consistently amiable demeanor, which left Zou Yong perplexed, unable to see through him.

Zou Yong asked, "Are there any other points of contention?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "There’s also the issue regarding the performance of the bet agreement needing to be changed to prioritize personal dividend repayment."

Zou Yong casually took a sip of his tea, the amusement in his eyes slightly faded.

The original agreement mandated unlimited joint liability personally, meaning that if Eastern First-class suffered a loss, Cheng Qiaobei would have to bear the full deficit and repay the investor’s principal.

Cheng Qiaobei, indeed sharp-eyed, highlighted the most fatal three points in the bet agreement, putting Zou Yong in a passive position instead.

But among these three points, the last one was as if putting a knife to Cheng Qiaobei’s throat, grasping his vital point.

If he loses, even his family might be implicated.

Zou Yong put down the tea cup, raised his eyes to look at the opposite person, and said, "After these three modifications, it seems unfavorable to me, you’re only giving up a bit of stock and don’t have to bear any consequences of failure."

Cheng Qiaobei caressed his wedding ring with a mild smile, "Mr. Zou, we signed a bet agreement, not a life-or-death pact, business relies on harmony for economic prosperity."