Cheng Qiaobei didn’t stop for anything or anyone not worth his ti.
First love was like that, and so was the embellished version of family affection.
The funny thing was that the wrong people accused him of being cold-hearted, yet never considered what they had done to hurt him when he was sincere.
Therefore, one must always move forward. Even if the journey is rough, the best views are at the top of the mountain, and the best people are ahead.
He had already t a good person and didn’t mind looking for better scenery for her.
At present, he was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Cheng Xiangheng to approach him first.
At this mont, whoever took the initiative would lose.
Cheng Qiaobei glanced at his phone. It was Friday, and he needed to get up to make her breakfast.
Before getting out of bed, he gently pinched her chin to kiss her lips. She let out a lazy murmur, resembling a soft little kitten. He pulled the thin blanket over her, quietly closed the bedroom door, and headed to the kitchen.
Two cushions had fallen on the living room floor; he picked them up and placed them back on the sofa. "Xiao Ai, open the living room curtains."
The curtains slowly drew open, the rising sun painting the sky a fiery gold as everything gradually awoke, and the city began its new daily cycle like a massive machine.
Danjiang was a vibrant city, and if you stood at a high vantage point, you would see its fresh, energetic appearance.
At that ti, selecting the Danjiang and Zhoushan project was due to the lasting impression this city left on him.
As for who made him rember so vividly, it was thanks to Cheng Qiaobei. At an investnt eting, he saw Chen Weichuan, the then director of the Danjiang Culture and Tourism Bureau, give an impassioned presentation with a promotional video of Danjiang, and Ye Yujun, the director of Danjiang’s investnt office, distributing Danjiang specialties to everyone present.
They had a brief encounter at that ti. Later, when the construction project was handed over to the engineering team, he went to the Li River to manage a hotel. Upon returning, he was troubled by the installation location of electrical equipnt and sought out Chen Ningxi, who was in charge of approval rights. Their entanglent began, and their life paths intertwined, perfectly completing a loop.
He had co from living passionately, hidden in the mundane.
To bravely pursuing love later on.
Every step confird that as life went by, answers would naturally erge.
So, life was about always looking forward.
Cheng Qiaobei took off his apron and folded it, cracked two eggs together, skillfully separating them with one hand, and let the yolks flow into a bowl. He expertly whisked the eggs and arranged shrimp in a stear.
He was adept at kitchen work. Back in fourth grade, to win Ding Yuan’s affection or see her smile at him more, he made breakfast for her each day, but it had the opposite effect as Ding Yuan beca more distant from him.
He later learned that Cheng Xiangheng had used the sa trick to win her heart back then.
Chen Ningxi was woken up by her phone alarm and went straight to the kitchen.
She stood at the door, watching the man in front of the stove. His tall figure stood focused in the warm light, watching the slowly simring porridge, his side profile distinct, stirring calmly and leisurely.
At this mont, the porridge gurgled, and the rising steam blurred his handso face, creating an ethereal feel.
She walked over, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Cheng Qiaobei’s lips curved into a smile more beautiful than the morning light.
"Did you wake up hungry?" he asked warmly.
Chen Ningxi, behind him, shook her head, took a deep breath, and inhaled his scent, the real embrace, familiar aroma; she wasn’t dreaming.
"Hey," she called him.
Cheng Qiaobei raised an eyebrow, "Calling so casually now? Don’t I even rit a na?"
She laughed, "Do you know what I was just thinking?"
Cheng Qiaobei turned off the heat, covered the lid, and let the porridge beco softer.
He didn’t move, "Thinking how handso your husband is."
She chuckled, "Narcissist."
"Just, n do look their handsost while cooking."
She laughed again, "Humph."
"Tell , what were you thinking?"
Chen Ningxi’s hand slowly moved down, caressing him below the navel. She liked feeling the lines there, the texture suited the touch so well. If you closed your eyes, you’d recall many beautiful scenes.
She said, "Thought I was dreaming. While you were away these months, I’d occasionally daydream in the kitchen, imagining you here at this ti making breakfast."
Cheng Qiaobei disentangled her hands, turned around, and leaned down to embrace her.
His broad arms enveloped her completely, his voice by her ear, warm breath filling her ear canal.
"Ningxi..."
"Yes?"
"You..."
"What?"
He gently moved her shirt off her shoulders and kissed tenderly.
As she tilted her head up, her gaze gradually turned dreamy.
Cheng Qiaobei took it all in, yet had a mischievous smile on his lips revealing a playful thought.
He suddenly said, "Are you missing or missing soone cooking here?"
Chen Ningxi: "..."
With a cracking sound, the amorous atmosphere shattered like glass, splitting into countless pieces.
Fine, fine, if you want to play like that!
She pushed him away, turned and walked off, "I’m not playing with you anymore."
"Hey, don’t flip the table now." Cheng Qiaobei lifted her up horizontally from behind, while Chen Ningxi pretended to be angrily pouting.
"Wow, this pout could hang two pounds of oil."
Chen Ningxi turned her head to the other side.
"You see, now you know it’s not a dream, getting mad in just three sentences." Cheng Qiaobei kissed her on the face, then tossed her in the air.
"Ah—"
Chen Ningxi scread in fright.
The next second, she landed back in his arms, caught securely by Cheng Qiaobei.
She clung to him as if startled, "You’re going to scare to death, what if I fall?"
"No way, I’d definitely catch you," Cheng Qiaobei said firmly, "Alright, breakfast is ready, go freshen up and co eat."
With him at ho, life beca flavorful and fun.
After breakfast, Chen Ningxi got dressed and said as she changed shoes, "Are you going to the office today?"
Cheng Qiaobei replied, "No, staying ho to rest."
"Alright, I’ll co back at noon to have lunch with you if I’m free," she said, taking the thermos cup Cheng Qiaobei handed her, and kissed him on the lips, "I’m off to work."
Cheng Qiaobei gave a warm smile, "Bye-bye, wife."
Once the door closed, the world suddenly beca quiet.
Cheng Qiaobei bent down to neatly place her slippers on the rack, put on gloves, and started cleaning.
While scrubbing the bathroom floor, Wei Lai’s call ca through.
Cheng Qiaobei took off one glove to answer the call, "Hello."
Wei Lai’s tone was serious, "When are you coming back to work?"
Cheng Qiaobei replied, "I don’t know."
Wei Lai was montarily speechless, then angrily said, "Do you know how dumb the person headquarters sent is?"
Rarely hearing the gentle Wei Lai curse made Cheng Qiaobei chuckle in his eyes, "What’s wrong?"
Wei Lai pressed her aching temple, "I don’t care what you do, just co back to work imdiately. If I have to work with this idiot any longer, I’m really going to," she clenched her fist, gritting her teeth, took a deep breath to calm down, and said, "Manager Cheng, stop butting heads with Mr. Cheng. There’s no harm in bowing your head first. It’s not worth losing everything over a grudge."
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