Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 90 How Could She Bear to Leave

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 How Could She Bear to Leave

If it was just having a meal, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s understandable to entertain clients for work. But the problem was the location. He clearly said he didn’t have time to come back, yet the chat history still warmed in her phone, and now he was in Danjiang. Who could be comfortable with that?

However, she wouldn’t make it a habit of catching him at the door. Doing it too much would turn her into a resentful woman.

Trust between people was built on loyalty. She didn’t need to prove Cheng Qiaobei was trustworthy; she needed to know the facts.

If he really was cheating, she’d end it quickly before things became too complicated. She didn’t have anything to lose.

Liang Lei asked her if she wanted her to stand at the door. Chen Ningxi replied plainly, "Nowadays, testing someone is as easy as a phone call."

When Chen Ningxi called, Zhou Sui had just gone to the restroom. Cheng Qiaobei asked, his tone light and amused, "Why call suddenly? Missing me?"

When men lie to you, their whole demeanor becomes gentle because they subconsciously feel guilty.

Chen Ningxi, not wanting to alert him, said in a casual tone, "Tomorrow’s Saturday. I don’t have anything going on, just thought I’d come to see you."

Upon hearing this, there was a silence on the other end.

"Coming tomorrow?"

"I’m heading your way now."

"You came to Zhoushan???"

His tone said it all. Chen Ningxi replied with a question, "Am I not welcome?"

"No, no," Cheng Qiaobei glanced anxiously at his watch, internally thinking, "This is bad." He asked, "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"

Chen Ningxi: "If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise."

Cheng Qiaobei made the wisest decision of the day, "Don’t head to Zhoushan, I’m in Danjiang right now."

Chen Ningxi narrowed her eyes, "You’re in Danjiang? Didn’t you say you didn’t have time to come back? What’s so important that brought you back suddenly?"

Cheng Qiaobei was about to speak when Zhou Sui returned, picking up a wet wipe from the table, complaining as she wiped herself, "Someone in the hallway spilled alcohol all over me. Ugh... what is that smell, sour and stinky."

There was no need to ask anything further. Cheng Qiaobei knew Chen Ningxi had heard Zhou Sui’s voice.

He said, "Where are you now?"

Chen Ningxi replied nonchalantly, "Haven’t gotten on the highway yet."

Cheng Qiaobei sighed in relief. Thank goodness she hadn’t gone far, "I’m with a client now. I’ll be at your place in an hour. Would you wait for me?"

Since he had explained about meeting clients, Chen Ningxi decided to wait for his explanation.

"Alright."

"Ningxi," before he could finish, Chen Ningxi already hung up the phone.

Well, she was still angry.

Seeing Cheng Qiaobei’s expression, Zhou Sui knew he was misunderstood by his girlfriend. Though she shouldn’t gloat, it was a rare sight to see him flustered.

Zhou Sui teased him intentionally, "Need me to verify for you?"

Cheng Qiaobei looked over, a lazy smile on his lips, "If you’re willing," before he could say more, Zhou Sui poured cold water, "I’m not willing."

Zhou Sui didn’t mind the fuss. Their quarrel also let her vent a little.

"Though it’s not really nice of me to say, I have to: you deserved it! Who goes to an arranged date armed with a contract for negotiations?"

Cheng Qiaobei said, "We both know business between us sparks more than romance."

Zhou Sui raised her glass, "To a pleasant future cooperation."

Cheng Qiaobei lifted his glass, "To pleasant cooperation."

After sending off Zhou Sui, Cheng Qiaobei had his driver take him to Chen Ningxi’s place. To his surprise, the password lock had been changed, so he could only knock.

"Ningxi, Ningxi, open the door..."

As the doorbell rang over and over, Chen Ningxi stood in the hallway intentionally not opening it. Just a while ago, Liang Lei called to proudly describe how she poured a drink mixed with soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil, and stinky tofu on that witch, vividly describing how they were laughing and drinking together in the private room.

Chen Ningxi took a deep breath, constantly reminding herself that holding in anger could lead to breast lumps, while tolerating too much could result in ovarian cysts. Therefore, women should not bottle up their anger but vent it on others. After hearing about Liang Lei’s drink, she still felt unsatisfied.

She leisurely prepared in the kitchen before slowly going to open the door.

As soon as Cheng Qiaobei entered, he tried to hug her, but Chen Ningxi pushed him away with her hand, "What is that smell on you?"

He suddenly remembered that Zhou Sui had been doused with alcohol. Raising his sleeve to sniff it, he explained, "A client who was having dinner with me got splashed in the hallway, maybe that’s why the smell lingered."

Chen Ningxi calmly brought over a cup of black syrup from the kitchen and offered it with a smile, "Made you some hangover tea."

Cheng Qiaobei, impressed by her thoughtfulness, took it without suspicion and gulped down most of it.

"..."

It tasted weird right away, but it was too late. He set down the bowl, his face contorted in distress, darting to the restroom with his hand over his mouth.

The next second, you could hear him vomiting in the bathroom.

Chen Ningxi turned and went to the living room, waiting for Cheng Qiaobei to emerge, his eyes red, hair wet. Again, she sat leisurely on the sofa watching TV, ignoring his presence.

Cheng Qiaobei asked, "Are you mad?"

Chen Ningxi, resting her head on her hand, focused on the TV, "What’s there to be mad about?"

Cheng Qiaobei sat next to her, finally remembering God Wei’s words: There are really only two ways to prevent misunderstandings—either avoid doing things that might cause them, or forewarn about them. God Wei had been right, and he needed to thank her later.

"From now on, every word I say will be the truth."

Chen Ningxi showed no interest, "Oh."

He deserved this predicament entirely.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "I did come back without telling you today, but I sincerely intended to surprise you."

Chen Ningxi switched channels, "Oh."

Cheng Qiaobei continued, "Now, I need to tell you something important."

Chen Ningxi switched channels again, "Oh."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "You’ve met my mom, but not formally as my girlfriend with my dad. He only cares about profit, so he’s arranged for me three dating candidates."

That was one thing? Clearly, it was two, no, three things.

He had lied; his dad disapproved; his dad was setting him up with matches, and three of them at that.

Chen Ningxi decisively changed channels, turning up the volume a notch.

Cheng Qiaobei continued, "Today, I met one of them."

She gave no response, so Cheng Qiaobei pleaded, "Could you give me some reaction?"

Chen Ningxi set the remote down to applaud him, then resumed watching TV, all without even glancing at him or uttering a word, her claps sounding like slaps instead.

Cheng Qiaobei, embarrassed, chose his words carefully before proceeding, "Uh... even though I saw one of them, I convinced her to discuss business instead of romance," to prove his honesty, he pulled out a contract from his pocket, holding it up in front of her to block her view, "See, it’s a big contract."

Chen Ningxi, taking in the signed contract and its date, slowly turned to him, "You really are..." she didn’t want to curse, "Did she even slap you?"

Cheng Qiaobei raised an eyebrow smugly, "I’m so charming, how could she bear to?"

"I’ll humble you—" she’d been suppressing the urge to hit him. Chen Ningxi lunged at him but ended up embraced tightly by Cheng Qiaobei, and they toppled onto the sofa together.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes locked, an overwhelming silence filling the room.

He gazed at her, and in his eyes, she saw her own reflection. Chen Ningxi realized the intimacy and was about to push away when Cheng Qiaobei pulled her head towards him. Her lips met his, and the tenderness escalated into a deeper entanglement. He savored the sweetest honey in the world.