The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

"Anything is possible, but you told me after the game that day that you performed better than in the preliminary round. In that case, I would rather believe that there was something wrong with the result." His voice was low and soothing, making people feel at ease. "Anyway, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"……it is good."

She was about to cry, not because of the result of the competition, but because of Chong Jianzhi's reaction. He had never doubted her, and even after the result of the competition was announced, he still stood on her side and chose to believe her.

"Where are you now?"

"Chao Chao and I are together..."

"Yeah." He was relieved to hear that she was not alone, "I'll go home early tonight, wait for me."

When Chong Jianzhi got home, he even opened the door very quietly. He knew that Nie Zheng would be waiting for her on the sofa in the living room. She must be in a bad mood, and any sound would make her even more uncomfortable.

But unexpectedly, she was not in the living room.

Aunt Wang was the only one in the living room, trimming the daffodils she had bought from the flower shop that afternoon on the coffee table.

"Where's Nie Zheng?"

Mother Wang was a little confused at first. When she came back in the afternoon, she didn't see Nie Zheng. The house was quiet and there was no sound. She thought she didn't come back.

"Xiao Zheng? I didn't see her come back!" Aunt Wang put down the tools in her hands and looked upstairs suspiciously.

Chong Jianzhi knew that Nie Zheng had returned. There were still the shoes she had changed out of by the door. When she left in the morning, she was wearing that pair of blue canvas shoes.

He went straight upstairs and found that there was no one in the bedroom. He understood what was going on and went downstairs again to the incense-making room.

There are many tools in the incense-making room, which often make noise, so when decorating it, he asked someone to install a thick layer of sound insulation cotton, so the sound insulation effect is very good.

She is in the incense-making room.

Standing at the door, Chong Jianzhi put his ear quietly against the door panel, trying to listen to the movement inside, but the sound insulation was too good and he could not hear anything.

His deep eyes revealed a hint of worry. He sighed softly, put his hand on the handle, and after thinking for a while, he finally opened the door.

He had never been like this before when interacting with anyone. Because he already had enough strength, even if he could sense people's hearts, he was unwilling to be too accommodating.

Most people will look at his expression, and business partners will also weigh the pros and cons with each other. As long as there is benefit, they will cooperate.

Only with her, he was cautious, even worried about gains and losses. Knowing that she lost the game and was in a bad mood, he turned down social events and went home early, even walking very lightly, fearing that the slightest sound would aggravate her depression at the moment.

The door was opened a crack, the curtains inside were tightly drawn, and dim light filled the entire room. A faint pear fragrance wafted in the air, and powder was flying in the air, which was the agarwood and sandalwood chips that had just been crushed.

Chong Jianzhi stood at the door, looking at Nie Zheng who was concentrating on making incense at the workbench not far away, and was a little absent-minded for a moment.

I originally thought that she would be particularly depressed after experiencing failure. For example, five years ago, when she did not achieve the ideal results in the senior high school mock exam, she would hide in a small dark room and secretly wipe away her tears.

"Zheng Zheng."

He called her name softly, with all the tenderness and connection.

Nie Zheng turned around, still wearing the gloves that she had forgotten to take off after operating the machine. The dim light cast a hint of warmth on her fair and translucent skin. Her waist-length hair was pulled back to facilitate work, with two strands left casually at the temples, making her already iconic face look smaller and more delicate.

"Brother, you're back so early."

"How's it going?"

He walked towards her step by step, until he crossed the social distance and stood less than half a meter away from her. He leaned down slightly, his eyes level with hers, and suddenly reached out to help her pick off the sawdust that accidentally got on her cheek.

Nie Zheng dodged subconsciously, and the skin where her fingertips brushed was slightly itchy. She rubbed her cheek again: "When I was reviewing all my operations in the game just now, the score was really lower than I expected. I suspect that there might be a problem with one of the operations."

"Well, there is another possibility."

He opened his arms, trying to hold her in his arms.

"Oh no, I'm too dirty, all sawdust."

He ignored her, held her somewhat cold hand, and pulled her into his arms.

"The staff will summarize the scores of each player tonight and announce the results tomorrow morning. Tan Yu's information may not be accurate. Maybe something unexpected happened during the input."

Nestled in his arms, Nie Zheng finally felt a little more at ease. In fact, her mood was very complicated. Ever since she received Tan Yu's call in the afternoon, she inevitably fell into self-doubt. Is she really that bad?

The result of this competition will not only affect me, but also Touyun...

"elder brother……"

Hiding in his arms, she called him "brother" softly again, with a hint of grievance in her voice.

"You made the goose pear tent incense again."

She nodded. The workbench was a little messy. She had already reached the last step. She loosened her arms, put the prepared incense into the incense squeezer, and pressed it into strips.

"I should be able to confirm that all the steps today were carried out according to the day of the competition. If I am really eliminated, I would like to ask Mr. Jian what went wrong."

She became stronger than before.

Chong Jianzhi didn't see too much frustration on her face. There were negative emotions, but more of it was about how to learn lessons from the experience of failure.

Nie Zheng spent the night in anxiety and almost did not sleep the whole night. She was not really looking forward to the results of the competition that would be announced in the morning.

It's more of a deep fear. Waiting is a terrible thing.

The next day was the weekend, and she woke up early. Because she didn't sleep well, she had a headache, her eyelids were heavy, and she sighed almost inaudibly.

"what happened?"

Chong Jianzhi, who was standing by, also woke up, and he heard the small sigh.

He put his arm around her shoulders. Chong Jianzhi had just woken up, so her hair was not as neat as usual, and her black hair was a little messy. He leaned over her thin neck and rubbed her cheek with his messy hair.

The voice in the early morning was slightly hoarse, but with a barely perceptible sexiness: "Why did you wake up so early?"

He pressed his lips against her chin and kissed her lightly twice. The stubble that had grown overnight rubbed against her delicate and tender skin, leaving a faint red.

The touch was both painful and itchy. She felt a little drowsy and just followed her instinct to give him an intimate kiss, moaning unconsciously.

Men are naturally sensitive in the morning... Chong gradually sensed visible changes somewhere, and wanted to go a step further and do something pleasant with her - but the doorbell rang.

However, what separated the two was not the doorbell, but the hurried call from downstairs.

"Lao Chong! Nie Zheng!"

Chong Jianzhi sighed deeply, feeling extremely helpless.

What on earth was wrong with Lou Fan? Why did he come to his house so early in the morning?

The footsteps were chaotic and fast. As soon as he reached the door, he pushed it open without even knocking.

Before he could take a step inside, Chong Jianzhi threw a cell phone over to him.

Fortunately, Lou Fan was quick-witted and caught the mobile phone worth tens of thousands of dollars that was flying towards his head along a parabola.