Lift the quilt, the person is already asleep.
Cheng Qiaobei shook his head helplessly and lay down next to Chen Ningxi.
His eyes traced her face without blinking; she slept deeply, like a lazy cat.
He couldn’t resist touching her face; the disturbed person furrowed her brow, and Cheng Qiaobei froze instantly, not daring to move anymore.
As long as he saw her, the relaxation and peace within made Cheng Qiaobei shed all his fatigue.
Regarding the children, he genuinely didn’t care.
The original family didn’t give him warmth, so he wasn’t confident he would be a competent father.
And for now, he just wanted to be a competent husband.
Late at night, Chen Ningxi felt uncomfortable being pressed, opened her eyes to find Cheng Qiaobei’s leg on her.
She pushed him away forcefully, got out of bed to drink water.
The clock on the phone showed 3:35 am; waking at this hour made falling back asleep difficult.
Worried about waking him, Chen Ningxi went to the guest room, turned on the lamp, and read a book.
She opened a book on submarine cables and offshore wind power, using a maple leaf homade bookmark within the pages, noting useful content with a pen. After more than an hour, drowsiness set in.
Cheng Qiaobei woke up, discovered the spot beside him was empty, felt the mattress—no warmth at all.
Leaving the room to look for her, he didn’t find her in the living room or kitchen, but found her in the guest room.
A thick professional book lay open on the desk, next to Chen Ningxi’s notes. It seed she wrote quite a bit last night, her handwriting as assertive and graceful as her deanor.
He gently closed the notebook, inserting the bookmark into the open page again.
Better let her sleep a bit more, sneak out of the room, quietly shut the door.
When Chen Ningxi was woken, Cheng Qiaobei had already prepared breakfast.
"Honey, wake up."
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Cheng Qiaobei’s face close by and lazily asked, "What ti is it?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "It’s eight."
Chen Ningxi closed her eyes, suddenly jolting, "What ti?"
Cheng Qiaobei smiled, "Eight."
She sat up with a start, hurriedly going to change clothes and freshen up, "Oh... why didn’t you wake early,... It’s all my fault, I read too late last night."
Cheng Qiaobei squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush and handed it to her. Chen Ningxi brushed her teeth with a teary-eyed expression, whimpering...
He found Chen Ningxi’s occasional flustered monts quite adorable, saying, "There’s still ti."
"No, there isn’t," she said as face wash bubbles were ssily rubbed on her face, "There’s an eight-thirty eting today, rush hour traffic jams, if I’m late, making the whole unit wait for , how embarrassing, I’m a leader, how can I demand from others."
Cheng Qiaobei said, "Have breakfast."
Chen Ningxi clasped her hands together, "Sorry, darling, I can’t have breakfast today, really running out of ti."
She took her phone and car keys, hurrying toward the door. Seeing this, Cheng Qiaobei quickly packed a sandwich for her.
"Take it, eat on the way."
Chen Ningxi grabbed it and dashed out of the house, the door closed, leaving him alone inside.
Cheng Qiaobei sat at the dining table, sipping his milk, suddenly noticing the sandwich on the opposite plate, looking down at his empty plate.
"Oh no—"
Chen Ningxi despises at floss and taro paste, yet he picked the wrong one.
At this mont, standing in the elevator, Chen Ningxi was replying to phone ssages, not noticing the sandwich’s ingredients; as she bit into it, she nearly burst.
She paused for two seconds, her face turning from pale to red, then: "Ugh—"
Nearly threw up.
Imdiately, Cheng Qiaobei’s call ca in, "Honey, don’t,"
Before he could finish, Chen Ningxi said, "Already eaten."
"Uh..." Cheng Qiaobei awkwardly said, "Wish you a pleasant mood."
Chen Ningxi exhaled lightly, "Phew... thank you."
In a rush, she finally arrived one minute before the eting, breathed deeply to calm herself down to avoid looking too hasty before entering.
Cheng Qiaobei walked into the company, coincidentally bumping into Wei Lai, feeling tight, perhaps guilty for being late, questioning but lacking confidence.
"What?"
Wei Lai lifted the mug in his hand, "Pouring coffee."
Cheng Qiaobei: "...Oh."
He bypassed him, walking into Deng Yan’s office.
The interaction caught Deng Yan’s eye, the smile on his lips, though faint, was noticed by Cheng Qiaobei.
"Why are you smiling?" Cheng Qiaobei asked.
Deng Yan: "...Nothing."
Cheng Qiaobei turned to glance in the direction of the pantry, seeing Wei Lai hadn’t co out yet, lowered his voice to Deng Yan, saying:
"Control your wife, stop watching ."
Deng Yan pushed up his glasses, "...I don’t dare."
"You..." Cheng Qiaobei looked speechlessly, nodded, "Alright," wanted to say more but thinking of himself, "...Forget it."
He also didn’t dare to act recklessly in front of Chen Ningxi.
Cheng Qiaobei asked, "The person you were investigating, how’s it going?"
Deng Yan said, "Currently found two, still filtering."
Cheng Qiaobei lifted his gaze slightly, Deng Yan said, "Bai Ze from Xipu Investnt, and Zou Yong from Qiankun Group."
Upon hearing Zou Yong’s na, Cheng Qiaobei straightened silently, "Keep checking."
If any competent company exists, Cheng Qiaobei wouldn’t choose Zou Yong.
But according to the docunts Deng Yan brought, only four companies t the conditions, Zhengtong Capital’s Huang Yuanwei, Fengrui Investnt’s Lu Yuang, but comparing them, Qiankun Group seed the best option.
Deng Yan knew they had a past dispute, but since marrying Chen Ningxi, with the Chen Family’s relationship, things had eased considerably.
Deng Yan noticed Cheng Qiaobei’s hesitation and asked, "How’s your relationship with President Zou?"
Cheng Qiaobei fiddled with the pen in his hand, his gaze complex, "I address him as Mr. Zou following Ning Xi, seems acceptable on the surface, not sure if discussing business he’ll vent unresolved grudges."
Deng Yan also felt the situation tricky, the scenario was, preferred companies had personal grudges, those without grudges weren’t preferred.
"I’ll think it over again." Cheng Qiaobei said.
Deng Yan left the office, closing the door.
Cheng Qiaobei looked at the four docunts in front of him, first taking away Qiankun Group’s, opened Xipu’s among the three remaining investnt companies.
Bai Ze was considered to be born wealthy, with a well-off family, parents in manufacturing, he didn’t follow in their footsteps, but opened an investnt company after completing his education.
If among the three, who best fits Cheng Qiaobei’s choice, it should be Bai Ze.
But having never t Bai Ze, just looking at the resu wasn’t objective enough, Cheng Qiaobei wanted to see Bai Ze’s character when off guard.
Cheng Qiaobei asked Wei Lai to check where Bai Ze usually spent his leisure ti.
Wei Lai quickly found the info, "Cheng, Bai Ze likes extre sports; he’s going to Yushan for paragliding this weekend."
Cheng Qiaobei frowned, "Paragliding?"
Wei Lai nodded, worriedly asked, "Cheng, are you going?"
Cheng Qiaobei shook his head, couldn’t handle it, couldn’t handle it, "Not going, life is precious."
Wei Lai: "..."
Cheng Qiaobei looked at the calendar noticing four days until Sunday paragliding, finally called Lin Hanrui.
Once connected, Cheng Qiaobei asked:
"Are you good at paragliding?"
"You’ve asked the right person." Lin Hanrui was accompanying Liang Lei looking at baby products, "Why?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "I’m going paragliding at Yushan on Sunday, you have four days to teach , can you manage?"
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