Fated Love With the Billionaire-Chapter 113 Testing

Xu Yunheng closed the door of the meeting room. As he turned around, he saw Cheng Qiaobei sitting in the central position, while he and Zheng Rongxi could only sit on the side.

The aura he exuded was exactly like Cheng Xiangheng’s, a born leader.

Cheng Qiaobei’s indifferent gaze fell on the two of them, signaling that they could start speaking, but their time was limited.

Xu Yunheng silently suggested to Zheng Rongxi to play the emotional card first, to which she readily agreed, "Qiao Bei, your dad didn’t say what you should do, but I know in my heart, the overseas hotel operating environment is different than domestically. The market has been saturated these years, and the economy is sluggish. Just maintaining a certain revenue is already difficult." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"But I’m not shirking responsibility. I’ve been really busy lately, haven’t focused on the overseas hotels, but rest assured, I’ve sent people over. I believe the hotel’s revenue will improve in the coming quarter."

"Since there’ll be improvements, I suggest you don’t report this matter. Your dad hasn’t been well lately, knowing this would make him ill again. You’re a filial child; you wouldn’t want your dad to fall sick again, would you?"

Cheng Qiaobei didn’t respond but shifted his gaze to Xu Yunheng, who quickly smiled flatteringly and said, "The issues with my two stores are even less significant. They’ve been profitable in recent years."

Upon hearing him talk about profits, Zheng Rongxi’s face darkened, and she glared at Xu Yunheng in displeasure, clearly feeling undermined.

Xu Yunheng, seeing Cheng Qiaobei unmoved, realized the issue was not about revenue but involved Xu Gao. He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said, "You’ve seen Xu Gao, right?"

Cheng Qiaobei’s lips curled into a faint smile, to which Xu Yunheng let out a long sigh and expressed helplessness by beating his chest, "Ah... you don’t know, he’s my only irresponsible relative. Everyone in the family pleads for him, even my elderly parents speak up for him. What can I do? I can only send him out to help with odd jobs under my management."

The term "odd jobs" was used cleverly; Xu Yunheng truly hadn’t given Xu Gao a specific position, but within the hotel, he was a parachuted senior executive, with real power but no official title.

Xu Yunheng said with difficulty, "Qiao Bei, for the sake of our years working together, pretend you never saw him, give him a way out."

The meeting room went silent; both were waiting for his response.

Cheng Qiaobei’s face was as cold as an ice sculpture, showing no emotion in his eyes, "When I consider feelings, you talk to me about business. When I talk about business, you talk to me about feelings. I must remind you, this is a company, not a family gathering. Save some energy to explain to Mr. Cheng later."

Zheng Rongxi belatedly realized, "What do you mean?"

Cheng Qiaobei stood up and said with a laid-back tone, "I forgot to tell you something. I’ve already sent the electronic version of this report to Mr. Cheng."

Zheng Rongxi: "..."

Xu Yunheng: "..."

It wasn’t until Cheng Qiaobei’s figure disappeared at the doorway that Xu Yunheng turned pale and slumped into his chair, "It’s over..."

Zheng Rongxi hurriedly chased after him, watching helplessly as Cheng Qiaobei knocked on Cheng Xiangheng’s office door.

At this moment, Cheng Xiangheng was quietly sitting behind his desk, not looking up, his eyes fixed on his documents, asking in a deep and steady voice, "Why are you so late?"

Cheng Qiaobei replied, "There was a bit of traffic."

"!" Cheng Xiangheng raised his eyelids to look at the person opposite, "Do you think that because I’m old, sitting here in the office, I know nothing?"

Cheng Qiaobei pulled out a chair and was about to sit, but seeing him wanting a pen slightly farther away, he handed it over with both hands. Cheng Xiangheng took the pen and looked into his eyes, "Even if you cover for them, it won’t work."

Cheng Qiaobei paused and placed the file folder in his hand on the desk, "Did you deliberately use me to test them?"

"Why not call it a test?" Cheng Xiangheng opened the file folder on the desk, which contained only a stack of blank paper. He casually set it aside.

Cheng Qiaobei had sent the electronic report to Cheng Xiangheng right after writing it. After getting off the plane, he received a notice from Cheng Xiangheng’s secretary to bring a file folder filled with blank A4 papers to the company the following morning.

As for why, Cheng Qiaobei did not ask further, and the secretary said no more. The two understood each other tacitly.

Today, as soon as he arrived at the company, he validated Cheng Xiangheng’s words.

When it came to psychological warfare, no one could surpass Cheng Xiangheng. He knew human nature could not withstand scrutiny and took delight in watching its ugliness. Cheng Qiaobei internally despised his mercilessness and ruthlessness, reminding himself to always remain cautious and clear-headed in his presence.

As someone navigating the capital market, Cheng Qiaobei had seen much deception and selfishness, so when he encountered the steadfast and righteous Chen Ningxi, he especially needed her warmth and humanity to make him pause and rest.

Zheng Rongxi stood by the door, ear pressed against it but unable to hear what was going on inside, and she anxiously knocked.

Cheng Qiaobei was not inclined to face off against her in such a setting; it would embarrass everyone involved.

"Have you finished your test? May I leave now?"

"Why the rush?" Cheng Xiangheng placed the signed documents to the side, calmly leaning back in his chair with a look of amusement, "Having quarreled with her should please your mother."

Within the company, Cheng Qiaobei never took the initiative to bring up Ding Yuan, nor did he like others to mention her. This was the first time Cheng Xiangheng mentioned her at the company, not out of memory or fondness but treating her as a target.

Cheng Qiaobei’s expression turned cold, looking at Cheng Xiangheng. Finally, the words from his chest condensed into a resigned sentence.

"My mom hasn’t cared about things here for a long time."

He rose and walked out, his determined back stirring up long-buried memories in Cheng Xiangheng’s heart. She didn’t want to care about things here anymore, nor about the people.

Knock, knock, knock, another urgent knock on the door.

The office door was opened from the inside. Zheng Rongxi’s eyes froze slightly as she saw Cheng Qiaobei inside.

He nodded and bypassed her, leaving.

Zheng Rongxi entered cautiously, holding the door handle, observing Cheng Xiangheng’s expression. She called out, "Old Cheng."

Cheng Xiangheng looked at her coldly, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he continued looking at the documents in his hand.

Zheng Rongxi closed the door and nervously sat opposite him, glancing at the desk but seeing no sign of the folder in Cheng Qiaobei’s hand. Holding onto a sliver of hope, she thought Cheng Qiaobei might have been bluffing her earlier.

"Go ahead," Cheng Xiangheng said, his unfathomable gaze landing on Zheng Rongxi, lightly tapping the armrest.

Zheng Rongxi’s throat tightened, but she had already thought of her explanation. Pretending to be calm, she began discussing the matter of the three overseas hotels.

At this time, Cheng Qiaobei walked through the narrow corridor, seeing Xu Yunheng making a phone call anxiously pacing back and forth in an empty office.

Entering the elevator, Cheng Qiaobei sent a WeChat message to Chen Ningxi.

north: "Honey, do you have time for lunch?"

Cheng Qiaobei had already left the company and had not received her reply, likely indicating she was busy again.

Isn’t that what real life is like, everyone busy, busy with work, family, socializing... so busy there’s almost no time to look at one’s phone.

Cheng Qiaobei drove straight to Danjiang Power...