Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 74 Let Him Show His Skills

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Let Him Show His Skills

The pen just now wasn’t an ordinary fountain pen you could casually buy on the street; it was a custom-made one.

The gift prepared for Chen Weichuan also showed he put thought into it: a case of Moutai, a luxury shirt, and a box of premium tea. The most surprising thing was that he actually bought a fishing rod.

"This fishing rod is nice, but your uncle is now so busy he can’t even spare a moment to fish," Ye Yujun closed the fishing rod’s case.

Cheng Qiaobei had a faint smile on his lips, replying politely, "Even if he doesn’t have time now, who knows when he will, it’s good to be prepared. If he wants to fish, I can accompany him. I used to go fishing with my dad often."

Casually mentioning his family, Ye Yujun didn’t find his background as shady.

The kid is really a good kid; it’s just a pity his mother didn’t make the right choice.

Ye Yujun felt regret in her heart but unknowingly was less resistant to Cheng Qiaobei.

She said, "Cheng, take a seat, have some fruit. Two more dishes to stir-fry, and your uncle should be back soon, so we’ll have dinner."

Cheng Qiaobei took off his coat, "Auntie, let me help you stir-fry, two people working together will be faster."

Ye Yujun was slightly stunned; there’s no reason to let a guest cook the first time they visit.

She quickly pulled him back, "No, no, how can I let you cook?"

Cheng Qiaobei’s eyes lifted slightly, "Don’t trust me? I cook delicious food, you can ask Ning Xi."

Ye Yujun looked towards Chen Ningxi, who said, "Let him show off his skills."

Chen Ningxi was also helping Cheng Qiaobei, hoping to earn him more opportunities in front of her parents.

"What do you need to be stir-fried?" Cheng Qiaobei asked.

Ye Yujun swiftly went to the kitchen, "You fry the broccoli, and I’ll fry the other dish." Seeing Cheng Qiaobei in a white shirt, she called Chen Ningxi, "Ning Xi, come and tie an apron for Cheng, don’t dirty his clothes."

Chen Ningxi fetched an apron, tying it around his neck. Cheng Qiaobei reached out his hand, smiling, "Help me roll up my sleeves."

Taking advantage of Ye Yujun’s inattention, Chen Ningxi whispered, "A custom pen and fishing gear, you really went all out."

Cheng Qiaobei’s gaze was cunning, smiling lightly.

The kitchen was bustling when Chen Weichuan came home from work, entering and saying, "Today’s really cold. I just saw on my phone it’s minus twenty-eight degrees."

"Dad, you’re home." Chen Ningxi stood at the door, respectfully.

Chen Weichuan nodded, his expression unchanged, "Here."

Chen Ningxi took his coat with both hands and hung it up, "Cheng is in the kitchen helping mom fry dishes."

"?"

Thinking he misheard, Chen Weichuan frowned and looked up at her. Chen Ningxi explained, "He insisted on helping."

Chen Weichuan looked towards the kitchen and indeed saw Ye Yujun talking and laughing with him.

"...What’s the situation?"

Yesterday he was against it, how come today they’re getting along?

"Dad, slippers." Chen Ningxi placed slippers on the mat, and Chen Weichuan put them on, asking sternly, "The election is near, right? How’s your preparation?"

Chen Ningxi stood straight as if reporting for duty, "I’ve prepared the election materials. The current wind power generation project is favorable to me, I...I’m confident."

"!" Chen Weichuan’s brows furrowed tighter, "I didn’t notice your confidence."

Chen Ningxi clenched her fingers, "You’ve told me, don’t make promises before accomplishing things, the fuller the moon, the sooner it wanes."

Chen Weichuan’s brows eased a bit, "I’ve said so much, but you only remember what benefits you. Even the things I told you not to do, I couldn’t stop you."

Her father’s meaning was clear to Chen Ningxi; he was referring to Cheng Qiaobei, he had set requirements for her choice of boyfriend—a happy and intact family.

"Dad, wash your hands, the dishes are ready."

Chen Weichuan sighed quietly and shook his head, heading to the bathroom.

As he left, Chen Ningxi almost imperceptibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Growing up, her father’s discipline was strict, and living with him felt like interacting with a leader. Since she could remember, playful banter was never part of her relationship with him.

Cheng Qiaobei carried the dishes to the table, lifting his head and seeing Chen Weichuan coming, he greeted slowly,

"Uncle, you’re home from work. I didn’t hear you come back because I was in the kitchen."

Chen Weichuan nodded, speaking to the emerging Ye Yujun, "What were you thinking, letting an outsider cook?"

Hearing the word "outsider," Cheng Qiaobei paused internally but maintained an unaffected demeanor, "It’s okay, I usually cook too. I’m just not sure about the taste. I came late today and didn’t help much."

Ye Yujun pulled out a chair to sit, "Stop chatting, hurry and take your seats for dinner."

Chen Weichuan: "..."

But Chen Weichuan didn’t sit; neither Chen Ningxi nor Cheng Qiaobei dared to sit either.

He observed and acknowledged their manners.

Chen Weichuan sat, saying to them, "You two, don’t just stand there, sit and eat."

"Want a drink?" Ye Yujun asked Chen Weichuan, "White or beer?"

Chen Weichuan asked Cheng Qiaobei, "Did you drive here?"

Ye Yujun said, "Cheng drove here, it’s fine, he can call for a driver. By the way, he brought you quite a few things, liquor, cigarettes, a belt, and something you would never guess—a fishing rod."

"!" For a rare moment, Chen Weichuan showed joy on his face, but he didn’t express a hint of it verbally, "What did he buy a fishing rod for? I don’t have time to fish; it’s a waste of money."

Cheng Qiaobei observed his expression, "Uncle, although weekdays are busy for fishing, there’s always the weekend. Behind my hotel, there’s an abandoned fish pond, someone used to lease it but stopped because it wasn’t profitable. I know the original owner, so if you have time, I can accompany you there. It’s usually quiet and peaceful."

"Really, no one else there? That’s great." Chen Weichuan finally found a quiet place to fish.

Chen Ningxi: "..."

Ye Yujun lowered her eyes, a smile in them.

This young Cheng sure has his methods.

Cheng Qiaobei’s social skills were genuinely impressive, leaving Chen Ningxi feeling inadequate. Even before the meal was over, he seemed to have won over the opposition.

As the conversation with her parents warmed up, toasting frequently, she thought if she had Cheng Qiaobei’s skills, her social circle could expand tenfold.

Not only was he skilled in socializing, but he could also handle his liquor well. Though his face flushed and he showed signs of intoxication, his speech and behavior didn’t falter.

"Yujun, reheat the beef soup," Chen Weichuan filled another glass of white wine.

Cheng Qiaobei hurriedly stood up, taking the soup bowl first, "I’ll do it."

With his long legs and unhurried steps, he carried the soup bowl into the kitchen, leaving Ye Yujun to face Chen Weichuan’s complaint, "Your first time bringing Cheng over, you’ve already made him cook and reheat dishes. What kind of behavior is this?"

Ye Yujun said, "Did I make him? Cheng is considerate, doing it on his own."

Chen Weichuan looked at Chen Ningxi, "And you, bringing a boyfriend home, he’s a guest. How could you have him going back and forth in the kitchen?"

Chen Ningxi: "..."

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