The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

"If that's the case, then it all makes sense."

Chong Jianzhi watched the news several times. The picture was enlarged and then reduced, and the facial features were too blurry to be recognized.

After returning the phone to Nie Zheng, he did not jump to conclusions, but said, "There is no evidence yet."

At this time, Richard had already parked his car downstairs in Nie Zheng's community.

Nie Zheng looked back at Chong Jianzhi, and after a while, she finally mustered up the courage to ask him, "Do you want to come up and sit for a while?"

Originally, she was just being polite and didn't expect Chong Jianzhi to agree to her at all. But unexpectedly, the man next to her just nodded.

"Ah."

"……Um?"

Nie Zheng took a long time to react. After all, she was the one who said that, so she had to bite the bullet and get out of the car with him.

The elevator in the apartment building was under maintenance, so only the freight elevator was available. The two of them turned a corner before finally finding the freight elevator.

Due to the frequent transportation of goods, the walls of the elevator have become a little old, and the floor is covered with a thick layer of cardboard, which is really out of place with Chong Jianzhi's appearance in a suit and tie.

When the elevator reached the tenth floor, it suddenly made a creaking sound. Nie Zheng thought it was a malfunction and was startled. She leaned against the inner wall of the elevator and looked around in panic.

Chong Jianzhi was very calm. Looking at the numbers on the elevator floor display screen slowly increasing, he knew that it was just a false alarm.

He slowly approached Nie Zheng and patted her shoulder gently. As he did this, he suddenly remembered that he had met Qiao Li and Nie Zheng in the mall in the afternoon.

At that time, Qiao Li also patted Nie Zheng's arm gently.

Thinking of this, Chong gradually felt a little jealous. He stretched out his arms and put them directly around her shoulders. The action was much more intimate than what Qiao Li had done in the afternoon.

The elevator door opened, but Nie Zheng never pushed him away.

It wasn't until they reached the door that she said cautiously, "I have a black cat at home, and you're allergic to cat hair. How about I go in and put the cat in a cage first?"

When Chong Jianzhi heard the black cat, he blurted out, "Is it a coal briquette?"

Nie Zheng was stunned. She didn't expect that more than four years had passed and Chong Jianzhi still remembered the name of the black cat that they had rescued.

“…Yes, it’s coal briquettes.”

After answering, they both fell silent, because their common memories about coal briquettes were not so good.

But more than four years have passed and none of them wants to mention it again.

"No, do you have a mask? Just find me one and put it on."

Nie Zheng nodded hurriedly, took out a mask from her bag and handed it to Chong Jianzhi.

As soon as the door opened, Meiqiu heard the noise and ran towards the door happily. When he saw other people except Nie Zheng, he tilted his head in confusion and meowed twice at Chong Jianzhi.

Coal briquettes grew up.

That was the first thought that flashed through Chong Jianzhi’s mind.

I actually raised this little black cat back then.

People remember things, but cats forget things.

Seeing that it had completely forgotten about him, Chong Jianzhi felt inexplicably sad.

"How was your day, Coal Ball?"

Nie Zheng started talking to the cat again.

She took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to Chong Jianzhi. Seeing that he was a little hesitant, she explained: "No one has worn this pair of shoes."

Chong Jianzhi put on his slippers, and Nie Zheng was already playing with the coal. The kitten was very lively, and kept hitting her slippers with its paws as Nie Zheng walked.

She went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water. When she came out, she saw Chong Jianzhi standing quietly in front of the bookcase.

His back looks a little lonely.

There are several photo frames in the bookcase, and in the middle is a large photo of their family of four.

So many years have passed that Chong Jianzhi couldn't even remember.

In short, it was a very, very long time.

"This is the only family photo we took when I was nine years old." I handed him the water and said, "It was my birthday that year, and you had just started college. I thought you wouldn't come back, but you did, and you even gave up a very important entrepreneurship competition at the time. My parents scolded you for this, and you were very unhappy. You took this photo reluctantly. I guess you almost forgot that we took this family photo."

After Nie Zheng finished speaking, she turned around and went to play with the cat. She didn't expect Chong Jianzhi to respond to her at all.

"I remember. But you had a stye on your eye on your birthday that year. Your whole eye was swollen. You said you didn't like that photo."

"…I thought you forgot."

Chong Jianzhi stopped talking this time. His silence meant that he felt there was no need to continue the conversation. The two of them rarely reminisced about the past. After their parents passed away, those memories seemed to have become a forbidden area. Chong Jianzhi didn't mention them, and Nie Zheng also kept silent.

But she occasionally wanted to talk to Chong Jianzhi about the past, because the good times had long gone, they grew up, life became difficult and bitter, so the sweetness of the past became particularly precious, so that when Nie Zheng saw the family photo, she really wanted to talk to him about the happy past they had had.

Silence spread between the two. Chong Jianzhi was not embarrassed by this atmosphere. He sat quietly on the sofa and looked at the furnishings of Nie Zheng's new home. Without any comments, he just looked at it quietly.

"What are you going to do about Wenyue No. 8?" Nie Zheng finally found a topic.

Chong Jianzhi thought for a moment and answered with reservation: "Whatever needs to be done, we will do it."

Nie Zheng's expression darkened. She realized that he was on guard against her, which was understandable. At this point, the two of them were already standing in opposing camps. Any slight mistake would have extremely serious consequences for both companies.

Finally, a cell phone vibration broke the awkwardness between the two.

Qiao Xing had just returned from a business trip. After learning about what happened to Zheng Yue, he called to ask Chong Jianzhi about his current situation.

"Let's talk about it when I get back."

After hanging up the phone, he patted his sleeves and stood up as if to leave. When he was about to change his shoes at the door, Nie Zheng suddenly called him.

"Have you been suffering from insomnia recently? I have some incense here, you can take it with you."

In fact, after such a long time, the soul-soothing incense no longer had much effect on Chong Jianzhi. Just like people will develop resistance to the medicines they have been using, Chong Jianzhi has also developed a certain tolerance to the soul-soothing incense.

But he has gotten used to that smell. It makes him feel at ease, and that is enough.

He handed the thing to Chong Jianzhi, and the string of the handbag was pulled to his palm by him. In that unintentional movement, their fingertips touched and then moved away in an instant.

Chong Jian felt his fingertips were cold, and they slipped across Nie Zheng's palm like a dragonfly skimming the water.

In just those few seconds of contact, Nie Zheng shuddered and her heart skipped a beat.

That feeling made Nie Zheng panic. She hid her hands behind her back and clenched her fists. Her freshly trimmed nails pressed against her palms with a bit of sharpness.

Meow--

The coal ball behind her suddenly called out, breaking the strange atmosphere. Nie Zheng seemed to be pulled out of a dream. She took two steps back and returned to a social distance with Chong Jianzhi.