Zou Yong saw the anxiety in her eyes and couldn’t bear to say anything harsh. "Alright, it’s okay now. I’ll go get you so fruit."
"Mr. Zou, no need." Chen Ningxi called to stop him, but he was already in the kitchen. When he returned with a plate of cut fruit, he said, "I’ll see how Qiao Bei is doing with their conversation."
Being able to introduce resources to Cheng Qiaobei, Chen Ningxi was genuinely grateful to him, "Thank you, Mr. Zou."
When Zou Yong closed the door, a hint of obscure tenderness flashed in his eyes—an unspeakable secret, and an unexpressed deep affection.
As he turned around, he saw He Xiaoqing standing at the end of the corridor. Her gaze moved from the study door to Zou Yong, and her expression instantly turned displeased.
Zou Yong followed He Xiaoqing into the room, closed the door, and He Xiaoqing slapped him across the face.
"You used to at least pretend to be a person. Now you don’t even want to pretend?"
Zou Yong turned his head from the slap, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, turned back, and his cold, deep eyes stared at the person in front of him, saying:
"My business is none of your concern."
He Xiaoqing’s face flushed red, "I am still your wife now. What do you an by bringing her to the study?"
Zou Yong said, "It’s my study, and whoever I want to let in is my business."
He Xiaoqing was upset about this matter. Since moving here, she could enter any room in the whole villa, except for the study. No one was allowed to enter, and even cleaning was done personally by Zou Yong. He Xiaoqing really didn’t understand what was inside that couldn’t be seen by others.
Until once, when Zou Yong left temporarily and forgot to lock the door, curiosity got the better of her. He Xiaoqing had just opened a crack when Zou Yong hurried back and caught her.
He was very angry at the ti and warned her that if it happened again, he would make her move to Suchuan’s house and live alone.
Although it was just a glimpse, He Xiaoqing still saw a portrait beside the sofa, and the person in the painting was a young Chen Ningxi in her girlhood.
She had seen that white dress before, on a day when she accompanied Zou Yong to pay a visit to Chen Weichuan’s house, and Chen Ningxi wore it when she returned from outside.
He Xiaoqing never dread that her husband, who neither gambled nor visited prostitutes and devoted himself to his career, envied by other won for having such a clean-cut man, hid forbidden desires beneath his well-dressed exterior.
But for so many years, he had always restrained himself, maintaining the relationship between the two families at the level of friendship, with no overstepping behavior or thoughts toward Chen Ningxi. So why suddenly break this balance?
He Xiaoqing asked him, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Zou Yong replied in an unconcerned tone, "I don’t need to tell you what I do. If it bothers you, I can give you so money to live the life you want."
He Xiaoqing’s eyes widened, "I’ve spent half my life with you, and now you want to live the life I want?"
Zou Yong’s gaze remained indifferent, "You didn’t marry sincerely back then, and I didn’t marry you sincerely either, so why make yourself sound so wronged? As for you and his matter, I’ve turned a blind eye for long enough to give you face."
He Xiaoqing’s face turned pale, recalling the past, she lowered her eyes and said, "Even if you like her, don’t make it too obvious."
"That’s none of your concern. Today, you just need to smile more at her," Zou Yong helped He Xiaoqing tidy her hair, "and play the role of a kind aunt."
For her husband to openly express his admiration for another woman was a great humiliation for He Xiaoqing, but she had no right to bla him because she was the one who made a mistake first.
Zou Yong lifted the corners of her mouth, "Smile, walk out, and entertain the guests."
He Xiaoqing awkwardly nodded, turned back, and left the room.
Zou Yong looked at his cheek in the mirror, made sure nothing seed out of place, and then walked out.
He Xiaoqing returned to the living room, gracefully started chatting with the guests, while Zou Yong went over to Cheng Qiaobei and said, "Mr. Dong, it seems you and Qiao Bei are getting along well."
Dong Xiang nodded, his eyes full of approval, "Just as you said, a young talent with accurate judgnt about the future market trends. Today is your wife’s birthday, so let’s not talk too much business. We’ll arrange another eting in private for detailed discussions."
Zou Yong exchanged a glance with Cheng Qiaobei, hinting for him to seize the opportunity.
Cheng Qiaobei understood.
anwhile, in the study.
The easel behind the sofa was covered with a floor-length dust cover, and Chen Ningxi sat on the sofa flipping through books about electricity.
After a while, the study door was opened from the outside, and Chen Ningxi looked up and stood up, "Mr. Zou."
Zou Yong glanced at the book in her hand, and Chen Ningxi said, "I took it from the bookshelf, didn’t expect you to read such specialized books."
Zou Yong replied in a calm manner, "There were so electrical issues at work, so I bought it to see. Only by understanding can I know how to continue."
Chen Ningxi said, "This is not hard to solve, you can ask , I am a ready-made database."
Zou Yong smiled, "Alright, I’ll consult you when I need to know sothing next ti."
Chen Ningxi: "No problem."
Zou Yong said, "Co on, let’s go out to eat."
Chen Ningxi went to the dining room, and there were exquisite dishes on the table. He Xiaoqing had always taken good care of her, which made Chen Ningxi feel very close.
Looking again, Cheng Qiaobei was getting along very well with several business magnates, talking and laughing, relaxed and casual.
Suddenly, Chen Ningxi felt nauseous again, quickly got up to go to the bathroom, and Zou Yong asked He Xiaoqing to check on her.
He Xiaoqing followed closely behind Chen Ningxi, "Ning Xi, are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Ningxi said, "Auntie, I’m fine, just a sudden bit of nausea, recently taking ovulation-promoting dications, and vomiting is one of the side effects."
He Xiaoqing worriedly asked, "Ovulation-promoting?"
"Yes, uh..." Chen Ningxi bent over retching, paused for a mont before saying, "I’m in the process of doing IVF, uh, uh..."
He Xiaoqing gently patted her back, and when she straightened up, comforted, "It’s okay, relax, everything will get better."
Chen Ningxi felt He Xiaoqing’s kindness and encouragent, smiled slightly, "Yes, I believe what is ant to co will co."
He Xiaoqing brought her so water, "Your stomach feels uncomfortable after vomiting, drink so light salted water."
"Thank you, Auntie." Chen Ningxi took a few sips.
He Xiaoqing asked with concern, "Feeling a bit better?"
Chen Ningxi: "It doesn’t feel as bad now."
Both returned to the dining room, and having just vomited, Chen Ningxi’s eyes were slightly bloodshot, with an unnatural blush on her face. Zou Yong asked the nanny to bring Chen Ningxi so ginseng chicken soup. Judging from the concentration, it wasn’t made today but slow-cooked over a small fla.
After the al, Zou Yong sent off the guests and called Cheng Qiaobei to talk on the balcony.
Zou Yong asked, "Have you thought about it?"
Cheng Qiaobei said, "I’ve made up my mind, I agree."
Zou Yong turned his face, looked at Cheng Qiaobei’s determined expression, as if seeing his forr self.
"I’ll have soone draft an agreent. Once we both approve, we can sign it formally," Zou Yong said.
Cheng Qiaobei: "Okay."
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