The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

Nie Zheng suddenly remembered that Wang Ma had wanted to buy a gold bracelet a long time ago. She always regretted that she had no sense of ceremony when she got married, and she had never bought herself a piece of jewelry.

Nie Zheng glanced at Chong Jianzhi. She didn't expect that someone like Chong Jianzhi would take the time to remember other people's little wishes and fulfill them for her.

She always thought that she was the only one who regarded Wang Ma as a family member, but she didn't expect that in Chong Jianzhi's heart, Wang Ma was such an important person.

When Aunt Wang received the gift, her eyes instantly turned red. She held the bracelet in her hands and put it on her wrist, her movements trembling a little.

"Your family is quite lively."

It should have been a very harmonious birthday, but Qiao Xing made everyone become extremely awkward in an instant.

"Did I ever tell you not to celebrate this birthday at home? What is the identity of Wang Ma?"

Chong Jianzhi frowned. Qiao Xing had become more and more aggressive recently. His mood was unstable and his words were always out of control.

He was a little unhappy and asked back, "What do you think Wang Ma is?"

Qiao Xing was choked by Chong Jianzhi. She snorted coldly, as if she had hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't control the evil words in her heart.

"Mother Wang is your relative, after all..."

Qiao Xing said this halfway, and it was clear that she was doing it on purpose. Everyone could hear what she meant. She was mocking Chong Jianzhi and Nie Zheng for having lost their parents at an early age, so she came to Wang Ma to seek maternal love.

Chong Jianzhi's face turned cold: "Don't go too far."

"Forget it, Miss Qiao, dinner will be served soon. I cooked your favorite sea cucumber porridge."

Aunt Wang came to smooth things over. Qiao Xing was feeling depressed and couldn't vent. She sat in the living room with a sullen face, not saying a word, but just turned on the TV.

Nie Zheng stood at the door, feeling very aggrieved. Normally, she would turn a blind eye to what Qiao Xing said, but today was Wang Ma's birthday, and she said such excessive things, just to make people unhappy.

"Miss Qiao, this is our family's business. It has nothing to do with you. You don't have much say."

Nie Zheng's first counterattack stunned Qiao Xing. She didn't expect that Nie Zheng, who always avoided conflicts, would not be a pushover today.

"Your family? Nie Zheng, don't think that you are a member of the Chong family just because you have been raised by the Chong family for a few years! You are just an orphan that no one wants! I really don't know who gave you the face to continue staying in the Chong family—"

"enough."

Chong Jianzhi's face had never looked so bad before, and his last bit of patience with Qiao Xing was about to be worn out. Because of the car accident, he felt guilty and distressed for her, so he indulged her again and again, but Qiao Xing became more and more aggressive, challenging his bottom line again and again.

"Has it been enough for me? I haven't had enough!" Qiao Xing was emotional again. She stood up from the sofa, shaking with anger. At that moment, she lost all her rationality and just wanted to find something to vent her anger.

She fumbled around on the coffee table and touched the ashtray that Chong Jianzhi usually used. She was filled with anger and for a moment, she ignored everything and picked up the thing and threw it at Nie Zheng.

Seeing that thing flying over, Chong Jianzhi stood in front of Nie Zheng almost as a conditioned reflex. The ashtray brushed past his forehead, and the pain was not obvious, but it made his heart tremble.

What he thought at that time was that it was a good thing that he stood in front of Nie Zheng. If something hit her, she would be in so much pain.

During the few seconds of silence, Chong Jianzhi looked at the mess on the ground and finally made up his mind. The deal would end one day and he could not sacrifice his life for guilt.

"Qiao Xing, maybe I was wrong from the beginning. The engagement four years ago was just a difficult situation. I indulged you because I felt guilty about you, but this is not a long-term solution. I can't give you anything, and you can't get what you want. Let's stop here."

Qiao Xing looked at Chong Jianzhi and asked in disbelief, "What does this mean?"

"You should move out of my house as soon as possible. It's been a few months since you woke up. I've also seen your last medical examination report, and your body has almost recovered. You no longer need my care. It's not good for both you and me if you stay here."

Having said this, Qiao Xing couldn't nod or shake her head. She stared blankly at the man in front of her, feeling something slipping away from her palm at a rapid speed. She tried desperately to catch it, but still failed.

Pulling the corner of her mouth, Qiao Xing looked like she had just experienced a defeat, her face full of frustration. She was unwilling to face such a cruel situation, so she simply remained silent.

She walked past Chong Jianzhi and went straight upstairs.

After Qiao Xing left, the atmosphere became a little weird, like lighting a fuse and suddenly finding out it was a dud.

Nie Zheng was just worried, thinking that she would face some difficult situation. She thought of ten thousand possibilities, but she never thought that Qiao Xing would choose to escape.

Several people looked at each other, not knowing what to do next. Wang Ma went back into the kitchen, leaving only Chong Jianzhi and Nie Zheng in the living room.

After the turmoil, Nie Zheng cleaned up the mess alone. She squatted beside the coffee table and found the first aid kit, from which she pulled out iodine, cotton swabs and other medicines.

Chong Jianzhi sat on the sofa while Nie Zheng squatted beside him and applied medicine to him. The skin on his forehead was only scratched and blood was faintly oozing out. Nie Zheng used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect the wound. The process was always a little painful, but Chong Jianzhi's expression remained the same without any change.

Because of the huge height difference, it was a bit difficult for Nie Zheng to apply medicine to Chong Jianzhi. She had to stretch her hand very high to touch the man's forehead.

When putting on the Band-Aid, Nie Zheng couldn't help it, so she reached Chong Jianzhi's neck and pulled him down.

"Lower yourself, I can't reach you."

Nie Zheng had a stuffy nose these days due to a cold, and her voice sounded hoarse. According to Richard, she spoke like a little robot these days.

Chong Jianzhi's heart was moved by her somewhat fierce and somewhat aggrieved voice. He bent down consciously and felt Nie Zheng's hand across the back of his neck. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but it went around to the back of his head and touched it gently.

The action was like petting a large dog.

Chong Jianzhi did not resist. He cooperated with Nie Zheng and lowered his head until Nie Zheng put the ugly Band-Aid on his forehead.

Nie Zheng hadn't noticed before she put the Band-Aid on it, but there was a row of pink strawberries on it. This thing remained on Chong Jianzhi's face, which was incongruous yet inexplicably cute.

Nie Zheng couldn't help laughing.

Chong Jianzhi gently stroked his forehead, touched Nie Zheng's with his toes, and said casually: "You haven't smiled in front of me for a long time."

Wang Ma brought the dishes to the table and motioned Chong Jianzhi to go to the bedroom to see Qiao Xing. Arguing can't solve the problem, it will only make things worse.

Arriving at the door of Qiao Xing's room, Chong Jianzhi took a deep breath. He calmed himself down and planned to ask Qiao Xing to come down for dinner. After dinner, the two of them would have a good talk.

But after knocking on the door several times, there was no response. Chong Jianzhi thought she was still angry. After a few times, he turned the handle and found that the door was not locked, so he pushed it open and went in.

There was no light on in the room and the curtains were drawn, so not even a ray of moonlight could seep in.

Chong Jianzhi stood at the door and after a while he finally adapted to the dark environment. He did not turn on the light rashly, but just walked towards the figure in the darkness.