Cheng Xiangheng originally planned to persuade Cheng Qiaobei with emotions and reason to cooperate with Wan Mingkun. He wanted the two of them to take on the whole matter together, because Wan Mingkun was sent by him. Without Wan Mingkun’s sudden involvent, the Milan store might not have caused such a big public outcry.
The poor choice in personnel had beco a point of criticism among the board mbers questioning his decision-making ability, compounded by the plumting stock price, turning an insignificant issue into the most lethal target.
But Cheng Qiaobei didn’t give him a chance the whole ti, or rather, Cheng Qiaobei was no longer buying what he was selling.
Deng Yan waited outside for more than two hours before he saw Cheng Qiaobei erge from the office. His face revealed no emotion, leaving uncertain how the conversation between the two went.
Cheng Qiaobei said to Deng Yan, "You should take Mr. Cheng ho."
Deng Yan asked, "And you?"
Cheng Qiaobei waved his phone, "My wife is coming to pick up."
Deng Yan: "..."
Innocently fed a mouthful of dog food late at night.
Cheng Qiaobei walked out of the foyer and stood on the high steps.
At this ti, the night breeze gently blew, lifting the hair on his forehead. The silent city was covered by a star-studded do, and he let out a long breath, feeling much lighter.
Chen Ningxi’s sedan was parked in the parking space. As he walked to the driver’s side, he saw her watching a drama.
Cheng Qiaobei knocked on the car window with a bent finger. The window rolled down to a finger-width slit, and Chen Ningxi turned her head to see his chin.
She lowered the car window, resting her arm on it, "Hey handso, need a ride?"
Cheng Qiaobei laughed, one hand in his pocket, bent elbow leaning on the car roof, bowing his shoulder to the person inside the driver’s seat, "What kind of ride are you offering?"
Chen Ningxi’s chin rested on her arm, "What kind do you want?"
Cheng Qiaobei curled his lips, smiling mischievously, "How about the kind where I go to your house?"
Chen Ningxi lifted her hand to hook around his neck, and with a little force, pulled him into the car. She whispered softly next to Cheng Qiaobei’s ear, "You’re in luck, my husband’s not ho today."
Cheng Qiaobei replied aningfully, "Oh really, then I am indeed lucky. Won’t your husband co back suddenly?"
"No way, he’s very busy, definitely not coming back tonight." Chen Ningxi couldn’t hold back her laughter, "Hehe..."
Cheng Qiaobei hissed, "Act well."
Chen Ningxi laughed and let him go, patting the passenger seat next to her, "Sit next to , let hold your hand."
Cheng Qiaobei pinched her chin and kissed her lips before straightening up to go around and sit in the passenger seat, "What’s the fun in holding hands, at your place, I can hold whatever I like."
Chen Ningxi pursed her lips, stifling her laughter, and started the car, driving away from the company.
Late at night, the city was not only silent but like a black box filled with dreams. So people found fulfillnt in dreams, while others longed for what they couldn’t have.
Chen Ningxi could feel his relaxation at the mont, "Did the talk with Dad go smoothly?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "This was the day we father and son talked the most since I started working at Jade Jiali. We discussed everything that could and couldn’t be talked about. Earlier, I thought that as long as I had enough status in the company, he would take my mom more seriously and perhaps bring her to him. But later, I realized I was overthinking. He loves no one but himself. My mom and I are stains he doesn’t want to ntion. If I didn’t still have so utility, he might have already abandoned my mother and in so unknown place."
Chen Ningxi said, "Who says so? The marriage law stipulates that non-marital children have the sa inheritance rights as marital children."
Cheng Qiaobei shook his head lightly, "Because we have the sa rights, my mom and I are the thorn in Zheng Rongxi’s side, the at in her eye. She constantly wishes us dead. Because I entered the company, Zheng Rongxi started plotting to squeeze out, even to the point of teaming up with other board mbers to kick out of Jade Jiali. Had I not been cautious over these years, not leaving any evidence, do you think I’d be where I am today?
Zheng Rongxi used to hate my mom, but now she’s afraid of us.
A pair who she both hates and fears, you say she lives in anxiety every day, should I be happy or feel innocent?
Calming down to think about it, she’s actually innocent too. Who would want their husband to have another woman outside, and even have a son? Such things are hard for anyone to bear, hard to get over.
When I first joined the company, I indeed had selfish motives. I thought, if she’s on guard against , I’ll climb to the top, gain more hotels, and make her watch as I take everything that belonged to her. Even when I achieved the first goal, I felt imnse pleasure. You don’t know, but when she saw take over the first hotel, I can still rember her face turning beet-red from holding back. At that ti, it felt amazing.
But gradually, as more hotels ca under my managent, I realized the sense of revenge faded once I got them. In my absence, all these belonged to Cheng Siluo. My mom stole her husband back then, and now I’ve taken her daughter’s things.
I feel..."
Cheng Qiaobei looked out the window, exhaling before saying, "...so despicable."
Chen Ningxi, not wanting him to dwell on unhappy things, held Cheng Qiaobei’s hand, "Don’t think about these unhappy things."
Cheng Qiaobei said, "Today, he said not to fight for it. That the company is bound to be mine eventually."
Chen Ningxi: "..."
She was silent for a mont, "What did you say?"
Cheng Qiaobei countered with a question, "Do you really think he genuinely wants to hand the company over to ?"
How could she guess? Chen Ningxi glanced in the rearview mirror to gauge his expression. Cheng Qiaobei gazed at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
"The you I know wouldn’t accept it."
Cheng Qiaobei lifted his hand to gently scrape her cheek, "Still no one knows like my wife."
"You really didn’t accept?" Chen Ningxi wasn’t surprised.
Cheng Qiaobei said, "Before eting you, I thought he owed my mom and , and he should pay the price. But after eting you, I realized that so things are ant to be yours and those taken forcefully eventually sow the seeds of wrongfulness. At so point, that wicked seed might sprout and engulf my humanity, unleashing my darkness, thereby yielding bitter fruit. I don’t want to be a sinful seed, nor do I want to face vicious consequences. I just want to live a happy life with you. With you at ho and our future children, a simpler life is good. In short, I want to live my own life."
Chen Ningxi listened, utterly baffled, "You... plan to leave?"
Cheng Qiaobei chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Ningxi said, "But what you just said sounds like you’re leaving? Are you leaving Jade Jiali? Or the city?"
Cheng Qiaobei patted her shoulder, "Stop overthinking it, leaving nowhere."
Chen Ningxi figured it must’ve been her overthinking, but when she was doing Cheng Qiaobei’s laundry, a business card and a sealed docunt slipped from his suitcase. She was about to pick them up when Cheng Qiaobei snatched them away in two quick strides.
She looked up in surprise, as a flash of panic appeared in his eyes but quickly vanished.
Cheng Qiaobei, worried she’d overthink, quickly explained, "It’s the plan for a new project. Thankfully you found it for . I thought I’d left it in Milan."
Chen Ningxi clutched a business card in her hand and handed it to him, "Here’s a card too."
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