Fated Love With the Billionaire-Chapter 4 - Does Your Conscience Hurt?

Cheng Qiaobei felt that Chen Ningxi wasn't quite understanding the situation, so to be safe, he planned to prepare for two eventualities.

Just as he was about to start the car, he saw Chen Ningxi rushing out from the gate, standing by the roadside trying to hail a cab, but unfortunately, there were none. Cheng Qiaobei wouldn't miss the chance to show his hospitality and confidently drove the car to a stop in front of Chen Ningxi.

The car window rolled down, and Chen Ningxi tilted her head to look inside the car.

"Mr. Chen, where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Chen Ningxi wanted to refuse, but she knew that Guo Heming would definitely not be home at noon.

The situation was urgent, so Chen Ningxi opened the backseat door and got in, saying, "Thank you, could you please take me to Jiangnan Mansion?"

Cheng Qiaobei noticed she was in a hurry, and jokingly said, "I'm not too familiar with the roads, I'll need you to act as a human GPS."

Only then did Chen Ningxi remember that he had mentioned he'd been in Danjiang for only about a month.

"Turn left at the intersection ahead."

Cheng Qiaobei merged into the far left lane, "Is that where you live?"

Chen Ningxi hesitated and replied, "...Yes."

Following the directions of the human GPS, the car stopped in front of Jiangnan Mansion, and as Chen Ningxi was about to get out, she thanked him again.

"Thank you. Sorry for taking up your time. I'll transfer the fare to you."

"Hey..." Cheng Qiaobei waved his hand to interrupt her, "Even if you're avoiding suspicion, isn't this too much? It was on my way, it's no big deal, don't worry about it. If you insist on transferring the fare, it seems like you're looking down on me. Goodbye."

Chen Ningxi realized it wasn't appropriate either, nodded apologetically, "Goodbye, Manager Cheng."

After getting out, she took a few steps and turned back to see Cheng Qiaobei's car still parked there, then hurriedly walked away.

She had guessed that Cheng Qiaobei would use the chance of giving her a ride to bring up the expansion again, but she was wrong; he didn't even mention it.

At that moment, Cheng Qiaobei in the car withdrew his gaze, a meaningful smile on his lips.

The quickest way to break the ice is to create connections.

The power company held a meeting for leaders above mid-level, which lasted all afternoon and gave everyone a headache. Upon returning home, she was too lazy to cook dinner, so she opened a food delivery app to order a crab roe fried rice.

While waiting for the food, Chen Ningxi watered the flowers at home, and her phone on the coffee table chimed with two WeChat notifications.

After unlocking the screen, WeChat showed two unread messages, and opening them, she saw the profile picture of "north" with a prominent red number 2.

north: Mr. Chen, hello, I'm Cheng Qiaobei.

north: When it's convenient, I'd like to discuss the installation locations with you, please reply when you see this.

Polite and courteous, Chen Ningxi set the watering can down and sat on the sofa to reply:

[Good evening, regarding the location selection, please briefly explain.]

On the chat interface, there was an indicator that the other party was typing...

Cheng Qiaobei marked a total of 13 installation locations on the map, followed by his messages filled with text and images, each corresponding installation point included photos, installation plans, and daily maintenance measures, analyzed thoroughly, very detailed.

But... all 13 installation locations were rejected by Chen Ningxi.

Cheng Qiaobei glanced at the clock; it was already eleven.

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He wearily took off his glasses, pinched his aching brow, already not wanting to type anymore, and picked up his phone to hold down the voice key:

"Mr. Chen, let's stop here for today, thank you for your hard work," and... "thank you."

From the proposals he provided, it was clear he had put in a lot of work; many annotations were handwritten. Now that all 13 spots had been denied, Chen Ningxi felt a bit guilty.

She sent a message to Cheng Qiaobei.

The dialogue boxes on both the laptop and phone showed a prompt simultaneously.

Chen Ningxi: [Sorry I couldn't help you.]

Cheng Qiaobei put his glasses back on, sent a smiling emoji, and typed:

[Good night.]

Chen Ningxi: [Good night.]

A good night didn't necessarily mean going to sleep, just as you and your friend say goodnight on WeChat, yet meet again in King's Valley.

In different spaces, Chen Ningxi poured coffee and walked out of the kitchen; Cheng Qiaobei held a cup of coffee and returned to his seat.

She inserted a USB drive into her laptop and began to browse from the first video, while he opened a webpage and typed "Zhoushan Landslide Accident in Hengshun District, Danjiang City" into the search bar, pressing enter made the webpage display related entries, and he hovered the mouse over the first entry and clicked.

In the early morning hours, the glow from the laptop screen reflected on Chen Ningxi's pale face; she pressed the pause button on the video, the screen displaying Guo Heming pinning a woman beneath him.

The blatant evidence of cheating was right before her eyes; after some contemplation, Chen Ningxi's gaze finally softened a bit, and she glanced at the time in the lower right corner, which showed 00:46.

She closed the laptop, ready to end this sordid relationship.

Chen Ningxi drove straight to Jiangnan Mansion, and upon entering, she saw an extra pair of women's ankle boots on the doormat; after passing the boots, the black handbag was tossed on the sofa, the floor scattered with both people's clothes, and her favorite violent bear had a pair of sexy panties draped over it, with unprecedented calmness on Chen Ningxi's face.

The bedroom door was ajar; she gently nudged it open to create a gap, then took out her phone to snap a picture of the two people on the bed, also recording a video.

She closed the door again and returned to sit on the sofa in the living room.

The next act was about to begin.

Her relationship with Guo Heming was on a countdown.

A phone started ringing from the room, followed by a lazy response from the receiver.

"Hello?"

The other end of the phone was quiet, only hearing Chen Ningxi's cool-toned voice saying:

"I'm back."

Guo Heming's mind stalled for a few seconds, "Back? Back where?"

Chen Ningxi said, "I'm at the highway exit, come pick me up."

Before Guo Heming could respond, the call was cut off.

He got up instantly, shaking the woman next to him awake, "Wake up, get up quickly, my girlfriend is coming back, you'd better leave in a hurry."

Despite calling several times, the person under the quilt didn't move; Guo Heming pulled her up, the woman's hair was a mess, and she softened into a puddle, mumbling, "Ugh... why... so sleepy."

"Stop sleeping," Guo Heming, in a panic, picked up the shirt and pants from the floor while putting them on, "My girlfriend is coming back, you need to pack up."

The woman opened her eyes and complained, "She's crazy, coming back so early."

"Hurry up, I'll take you home first." Remembering something, he reminded, "Check properly. This time don't leave anything behind again; last time, the panties almost got discovered by her."

Thinking of that incident made the woman giggle, wrapping her arms around Guo Heming from behind, saying, "Were you scared then? Let me feel if your conscience is hurting."

"Hiss... where are you touching?"

Inside the room, the sound of their playful laughter returned to an intimate tone.

Guo Heming checked the time and said, "Stop fooling around, there's no time."

"Okay, I'm gonna use the bathroom."

The woman tossed her hair, threw on a piece of clothing, and went out.

Upon opening the door, she froze instantly, and once she made out the person on the sofa, promptly retreated to the room, nervously telling Guo Heming:

"There's someone in the living room."