Fated Love With the Billionaire-Chapter 196 Worshiping the God of Wealth

Chen Ningxi sat up from the bathtub, water dripping, and wiped her face. "Were you awake or pretending? My pajamas are all wet."

At this moment, the pale pink nightgown was soaked by the water, clinging to her body, outlining her graceful form. The fabric was as thin as gossamer, with a sudden burst of charm. Cheng Qiaobei was completely awakened by the scene before him, a shadow of desire under his damp eyelashes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her madly before she could react. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He was clearly exhausted, yet when he held her, he was filled with an inexhaustible energy.

The kisses drifted from her cheek down to her fragrant shoulder, slipping off the thin shoulder strap. His scorching lips pecked and sucked, while his well-defined hand roamed her body with greedy caresses, igniting burning desires everywhere it touched.

She went from being forced to endure to willingly conforming, and in just a moment, ripples danced in the bathtub water.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like silver, and moon shadows like hooks. The city below, gathered in light and shadow, felt unreal, as unseen intimacies happened in dark corners, so shy that clouds veiled the window and veiled the crescent moon.

Chen Ningxi was forced to take another bath. When she came out, her face was flushed, and she said weakly, "Liar! You weren’t asleep."

"Heh, who’s the liar here?" Cheng Qiaobei looked at the person walking ahead. He gripped her nape lightly, making her legs go weak as she covered her neck and quickly headed to the bedroom. Cheng Qiaobei clicked his tongue: "Red alert."

Chen Ningxi slipped into the bed and didn’t want to move, feeling both exhausted and weary, with no energy to bicker with him and no desire to fall asleep quickly.

Cheng Qiaobei lifted her head, his arm threading under her neck, holding her tightly in his arms before comfortably closing his eyes.

"Wife."

Chen Ningxi kept her eyes closed. "Hmm?"

"The company promoted me to senior partner, my annual salary increased, and I formed an independent team. I now have a say and decision-making power in the boardroom and was given shares. The hotel I originally managed continues under my supervision."

With more gained, more was required to be given.

Chen Ningxi asked, "Will you be even busier now?"

Cheng Qiaobei gently stroked her hair, "Hmm. The new team needs time to adjust, and I have to address the currently declining stock prices. If Jade Jiali’s stock soars when the market opens on Monday, I’ll have a fifty percent chance."

Hearing the suppression in his tone, Chen Ningxi craned her head up, only able to see his silhouette in the dark, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

"I believe it will definitely rise sharply."

"Heh..." he laughed.

"My words have been blessed, whatever I say comes true."

"Blessed? No wonder,"

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder kissing you feels..."

Before he could finish, Chen Ningxi moved her hand to his waist, "Think carefully before you speak."

At this moment, the will to survive made Cheng Qiaobei’s brain run so fast it almost smoked.

He said, "Do you believe in light?"

Chen Ningxi opened her mouth and bit his pectoral muscle, "...Enough of your nonsense."

"Ugh..." He winced in pain but also wanted to laugh, "...You actually bit me."

She rubbed the spot she bit, soothingly, "Everything, just try your best."

Cheng Qiaobei’s delighted laughter rippled through the room, as he grasped her wrist and lifted it, gently biting her fingertip with his teeth.

His bite didn’t hurt, hardly using any force, more like teasing.

Letting her hand down, he protected it over his heart, "Wife, you said it can rise, it definitely will rise."

Chen Ningxi wrapped her other hand around his back, patting gently, "Sleep, you’re too tired."

Not long after, the sound of steady, even breathing came from above her head. Chen Ningxi didn’t believe in these things, but for Cheng Qiaobei, she wanted to visit Jiangyin Temple nearby. It’s said to be very effective.

Monday.

Chen Ningxi got up early to go to Jiangyin Temple. Cheng Qiaobei, worried about her going up the mountain alone and the potential danger, decided to go as well for peace of mind.

When they arrived at Jiangyin Temple, the sky was just beginning to lighten. Monks with brooms came out to clean, the mountain air was refreshing, white, misty morning fog was rising all around, and the warm sunlight passed through the fog, creating a mysterious Tyndall effect.

Chen Ningxi stopped as she walked into the temple, slowly turning her face, "Should we pray to the God of Wealth?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "..."

Seeing his equally bewildered expression, Chen Ningxi sighed, "Never mind, I’ll ask my mom."

Cheng Qiaobei quickly stopped her as she pulled out her phone, "No, don’t call, it’s too early. Mom hasn’t woken up yet."

"She gets up early at this time." Chen Ningxi didn’t want to disturb others’ peace, so she walked to a secluded corner and dialed Ye Yujun’s number.

The phone’s ringing was long, and it wasn’t picked up until after seven or eight rings.

"Ning Xi, what’s up so early?" Ye Yujun’s voice was anxious, thinking Chen Ningxi might be in trouble.

"No trouble, I just wanted to ask if I should pray to the God of Wealth for stocks to rise?" Chen Ningxi asked, and the line went silent for a few seconds. Ye Yujun had never heard her talk about stocks before, "Did you buy stocks?"

Chen Ningxi: "No, I’m at Jiangyin Temple."

"..."

Ye Yujun remembered hearing from old friends that Jiangyin Temple’s Guanyin who sends children was very effective, "...I heard,"

"Mom, listen to me first," Chen Ningxi explained, "Pray to the God of Wealth right? He should help with stocks too, right?"

Chen Weichuan came out of the bathroom to see Ye Yujun making a difficult face at her phone, he asked, "Who is it?"

This couldn’t be discussed with a man like him, so Ye Yujun didn’t tell him.

"Lin Fang." Ye Yujun casually mentioned a name, moving farther onto the balcony to hide.

She covered the receiver, "You’re at Jiangyin Temple now?"

Chen Ningxi gave a light hum.

"You should pray to the God of Wealth at the God of Wealth Temple. Oh," Ye Yujun glanced back at Chen Weichuan, who was walking into the bedroom. "You should also visit the side yard to pray to Guanyin of Children. I heard from Mrs. Jiang that it’s really effective. Her daughter was pregnant within two months after praying."

"Stop—" Chen Ningxi frowned, "...Mom, conceiving a child isn’t something gods care about, it’s overreaching."

Ye Yujun raised an eyebrow, "Then the God of Wealth hasn’t bought stocks, he doesn’t have a phone or a computer. How would he know if they’ll rise or not?"

"Stop making trouble, I shouldn’t have asked you." Chen Ningxi wanted to hang up, but Ye Yujun urged, "Don’t forget to pray to Guanyin of Children, remember?"

Chen Ningxi directly hung up the phone, but when she returned in front of the God of Wealth Temple, she couldn’t see Cheng Qiaobei.

"Where did he go?" Chen Ningxi looked around but didn’t see Cheng Qiaobei. Worried about being late for work, she stepped into the God of Wealth Temple.

After donating incense money, she piously offered her incense.

Chen Ningxi clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently recited in her heart, "God of Wealth, I don’t know if you understand stocks or not. Please bless Jade Jiali’s stock price to soar. If it rises, I will come back to fulfill a vow."

She walked out of the God of Wealth Temple, and saw in the depths of the courtyard there was a great hall where a highly cultivated abbot was chanting.

The temple was serene with green lamps, curling incense, and quiet calming hearts. But this originally isolated and peaceful place had visitors bringing their worldly troubles to disturb divine tranquility.

Turning back, she saw Cheng Qiaobei coming out of a hall. Chen Ningxi asked where he had gone, and Cheng Qiaobei smiled, shook his head, and whispered,

"Buddha says, it cannot be said, it cannot be said."