The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

As dusk fell, Nie Zheng finally stood up and prepared to leave. She had unknowingly drunk most of the bottle of wine she brought for her father.

Chong Jianzhi ordered her not to drink, and she remembered it, but she just couldn't help it today.

Whether it was the fear of living under the same roof with Chong Jianzhi, or the dilemma of choosing her college entrance examination choice, it all made her feel breathless.

After taking the last bus, Nie Zheng arrived home at midnight. She stood at the door unsteadily and looked down to see a pair of men's leather shoes...

Chong Jianzhi is back?

Before I had time to think about it, a sinister sneer came from the living room.

"You still know about coming back?"

Nie Zheng's heart skipped a beat. She held onto the door handle tightly, steadying herself. She was in a daze, and answered faster than her brain could think: "This is my home... Of course I know to come back."

Chong Jianzhi was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Nie Zheng to say that. He was inexplicably touched and his anger subsided a little.

Walking towards Nie Zheng, when he was close enough to her, Chong Jianzhi smelled a faint smell of alcohol on her.

After sniffing it closely, Chong Jianzhi almost whispered in Nie Zheng's ear, "Have you been drinking?"

Nie Zheng had done something wrong and the evidence was solid, so she had no choice but to stiffen her neck and say "hmm".

"Who did you drink with?"

“…I drank it myself.”

"Don't make me angry." Chong Jianzhi obviously didn't believe it. "You, a girl, went out to drink alone in the middle of the night? What's wrong with you? Did you go out with that...Fan something?"

Nie Zheng's mind was not clear due to alcohol. After a long while, she only replied: "You are wrongly accusing me..."

Chong Jianzhi grabbed Nie Zheng's wrist and wanted to take her to the sofa for interrogation. Nie Zheng's arm was pulled so hard that it hurt, and her feet felt like they were filled with cement, so she couldn't move at all. So she simply stopped moving, sat down on the ground, raised her head and looked at Chong Jianzhi drunkenly, with an expression that said "What can you do to me?"

Chong Jianzhi was stunned. He had never seen Nie Zheng act so shameless towards him before.

"Nie Zheng, get up."

Chong Jianzhi actually felt a little soft-hearted. He relaxed his grip and directly let go of Nie Zheng's arm.

Nie Zheng looked up and saw Chong Jianzhi bending down and looking straight into her eyes. She smelled the scent of the soul-soothing incense on the other person and suddenly thought of her adoptive parents. Her nose felt sore and she tugged at Chong Jianzhi's sleeve and called him "Brother".

That tone was full of aggrievedness.

"Why... are you pretending to be so pitiful?" Chong Jianzhi still spoke in a stern tone, looking down at Nie Zheng who was drunk in front of him.

He didn't talk back, but he wasn't scared by Chong Jianzhi either.

Nie Zheng took advantage of Chong Jianzhi's moment of distraction and hugged his arms, putting her entire weight on him. She called him brother again, thinking about how Chong Jianzhi would come back from abroad to celebrate her birthday a few years ago, but everything had changed...

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. The alcohol weakened her fear of Chong Jianzhi. Nie Zheng directly pulled Chong Jianzhi's arm and asked him, "Brother, did you forget that today is my birthday?"

"What does your birthday have to do with me?" Chong Jianzhi snorted deliberately, "Who do you think you are?"

Nie Zheng sniffed, feeling like tears were about to flow out in the next second. She said to Chong Jianzhi in a buzzing voice: "I am Nie Zheng, your sister, how could you do this to me?"

After saying that, she let go of Chong Jianzhi's arm and leaned against the wall in a decadent manner, sniffing through her nose. Tears were about to burst out in the next second.

Since his parents' car accident and since he hated her, Chong Jianzhi had never seen Nie Zheng look so wronged. He suddenly felt soft-hearted and finally stopped looking down at her. He slowly squatted down, lifted up the broken hair on Nie Zheng's forehead, gently tucked it behind her ears, and then said, "You are really drunk."

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Nie Zheng immediately retorted, saying that she was not drunk, and her red face made people want to touch her.

Chong Jianzhi stretched out his hand to grab Nie Zheng's waist, pulled her up from the ground, and half-carried her back to the living room. At that time, he had already made up his mind that he was destined not to get really angry with her that night.

When I returned to the sofa, Aunt Wang had already brought the hangover soup.

"Drinked."

Nie Zheng stared at the bowl in front of her for a long time. Just as her mouth was about to reach the edge of the bowl, she frowned and moved away, muttering that it was too hot.

"There are quite a few problems."

Although he was full of disgust, Chong Jianzhi still took the bowl of soup and stirred the sobering soup with a spoon to make it cool down faster.

With the spoon against her lips, Nie Zheng continued to act willfully under the influence of alcohol. She shook her head. Her pair of clear almond eyes, though a little drunken, were so beautiful. She frowned slightly, looking a bit like a spoiled child.

"Would you like to drink?"

Continue to shake your head.

Chong Jianzhi couldn't stand her like this, so he tilted his head back and took a big sip of the sobering soup, then turned her neck, and the next second, his lips pressed against hers.

He was losing control while conscious.

"Well--"

The kiss mixed with the sobering soup was still overbearing. Nie Zheng couldn't resist it. She tilted her head back, opened her throat, and slowly swallowed the warm liquid.

She did not close her eyes, and the surprise in her eyes fell in Chong Jianzhi's eyes, like a frightened bird.

The kiss ended with Nie Zheng swallowing the hangover soup. Although the hangover soup was bitter, he tasted a sweetness...

After finally drinking the sobering soup, Nie Zheng coughed twice. His head was extremely confused. He was helplessly sleepy and wanted to sleep while leaning on the sofa.

She curled up into a ball and just closed her eyes, but Chong Jianzhi didn't let her go. He straightened her shoulders and asked her where she had been tonight.

Nie Zheng really wanted to sleep. Under Chong Jianzhi's constant questioning, she asked dazedly, "Will you let me sleep if I tell you so?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll tell you, but you can't be angry..." Nie Zheng tugged at Chong Jianzhi's sleeve again, with a tentative tone in her voice.

"Ah."

Nie Zheng still didn't quite believe it. After thinking for a while, she stretched out her hand and waved it at Chong Jianzhi: "Then let's make a pinky promise."

"Nie Zheng, are you done yet?"

Chong Jianzhi wanted to get angry, but when he saw Nie Zheng's drunken appearance, he held it back.

It is hard to imagine that a man in his late twenties would seriously extend his little finger, shake hands with someone, and make a promise that would not change for a hundred years.

Nie Zheng finally felt relieved and finally relaxed and told the truth to Chong Jianzhi.

"I went to see my parents... I know I shouldn't have gone. I'm sorry, brother." Nie Zheng sniffed, not as stubborn as she was when she was sober. She looked a little pitiful. "But I missed them. You said that I don't have the right to be their daughter anymore. Do I have the right to miss them? If not... what should I do when I can't help it?"

After hearing Nie Zheng's words, Chong Jianzhi was speechless for a while.

Seeing that Nie Zheng was extremely sleepy and was sliding down the sofa little by little, Chong Jianzhi subconsciously reached out to help her.

He leaned over and grabbed Nie Zheng's shoulders, pulling her into his arms. Her steady and slow breathing was in his ears. Chong Jianzhi lowered his head slightly, wanting to see if the person in his arms was really asleep.

At that moment when she lowered her head, Nie Zheng suddenly shrank into his arms like a kitten. She tilted her head back and her lips accidentally brushed Chong Jianzhi's chin.

The feeling of being kissed was brief but distinct, and Chong gradually felt as if his body was electrified.

He moved closer to Nie Zheng uncontrollably and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His nose was filled with her sweet scent that smelled slightly of orange. His breathing became more and more rapid. He pinched the back of Nie Zheng's neck and almost wanted to wedge himself into her body.