The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

Qiao Xing went on a business trip to the neighboring city these days, leaving only the two of them at home. Nie Zheng had no choice but to put his arm on her shoulders and stagger to the guest room on the right.

After another round of busy work, Chong Jianzhi wiped his hands and feet and took off his socks, and finally covered him with the quilt. Just as he was about to turn off the lights, the drunk suddenly opened his eyes.

"where am I……"

"This is the guest room. Can you please sleep here for one night?"

Chong Jianzhi half-opened his eyes and was a little dull for a while. Just when Nie Zheng thought he was going to fall asleep again, he suddenly said to himself: "I don't want to sleep here... I want to go back to my room."

"Brother... I can't really get you up there, you're too heavy."

But at this moment, Chong Jianzhi couldn't hear what Nie Zheng said at all. He just kept saying, "I want to go back to my room, I want to go back to my room..."

As he spoke, he opened his arms towards Nie Zheng. It was like a child who accidentally fell to the ground and cried and begged for comfort from his parents...

It's so outrageous.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll take you back to the room."

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, feeling somewhat helpless, but she still followed Chong Jianzhi's instructions and pulled the man up from the bed.

When he went upstairs, he was still somewhat conscious. Although he was still leaning crookedly on Nie Zheng, at least he could still take steps.

Once on the second floor, he went into unconsciousness again, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

“Brother, brother, come on, take another step, you are the most obedient!”

This scene was so weird that Nie Zheng struggled to move her feet while trying to wake up the drunkard, but it was all in vain.

Finally they moved to his and Qiao Xing's room. Nie Zheng turned on the light with great effort. The harsh light made it difficult for her to open her eyes. After a moment of adjustment, she finally saw the room clearly.

A feeling of shock surged into her heart, and she stood there for a long time without recovering.

This room... doesn't look like two people live in it at all!

There was only one pillow and one quilt on the huge double bed. There were only women's products on the bedside table, and Chong Jianzhi's medicine and the water cup he usually used were all gone.

Only women's clothes could be vaguely seen in the glass-door wardrobe, and Chong Jianzhi realized that those dark-colored suits were not placed in it at all.

The man buried in her neck suddenly burped drunkenly. His eyelids opened a crack and he muttered, "This... is not my room."

After saying that, he moved his feet with difficulty and moved out of the room.

Before Nie Zheng could react, his hand had already touched the door handle of the next room.

After turning the door twice, it still didn't open. Chong Jianzhi must have locked the room. Seeing him fumbling around for the key, Nie Zheng followed him in his search.

Finally, the key was found in Chong Jianzhi's trouser pocket. The location was a bit awkward. I groped down along his waist and finally touched a cold metal key.

With a creak, the door was opened.

The room was pitch black, but Chong Jianzhi was extremely familiar with it. He no longer had the strength to turn on the light. He half leaned on Nie Zheng and walked to the bed in the dark.

Then he fell onto the bed like a free fall.

With a muffled sound, Nie Zheng was pulled back to reality.

She found the switch of the ceiling light in the room and turned it on. The dim light like old newspapers instantly filled the whole room. She looked around and was more certain that this was where Chong Jianzhi slept every night.

He...didn't live with Qiao Xing at all!

Why would he lie to himself?

Nie Zheng increasingly felt that her brother was an even more twisted person than herself.

Walking to the bedside and looking at Chong Jianzhi who was already fast asleep, she bent down and touched his head with her hand as if she was bewitched.

The night is so quiet, the enclosed room is so big and yet so small.

There were only two of them.

Nie Zheng turned her head and moved closer to the bedside table, where she found a row of medicines that Chong Jianzhi had to take every day.

There are medicines for treating stomach problems, insomnia, and headaches...

In addition to the medicines, there were two photo frames on the bedside table.

One photo was a family photo of four of them. At that time, Nie Zheng was still a little girl with pigtails, and Chong Jianzhi had just entered university, and even the stubble on his chin was so green.

In addition to this family photo, there is also a photo of the two of them alone.

The photo is so blurry...

That was four years ago, when Chong Jianzhi attended Nie Zheng's last parent-teacher conference. As the college entrance examination was approaching, the teacher asked all the parents and students in the class to stand together and take a group photo as a souvenir.

Chong Jianzhi took a screenshot of the moment when he and Nie Zheng were in the same frame, enlarged it into a photo, and framed it in the album.

In the photo, Nie Zheng's smile was forced, and Chong Jianzhi still had a stern face.

Both of them seemed unhappy.

Looking at the photo, Nie Zheng felt like crying.

She suddenly remembered the question she had asked Chong Jianzhi a month ago.

Now she turned the question back on herself.

Nie Zheng, what are you thinking about?

When Chong Jianzhi woke up, it was almost noon, and everything in the room was the same as before. He was distracted and couldn't remember what happened last night. In his remaining memory, he was clearly sitting in the living room, but he couldn't remember how he got back to his bedroom from the living room, let alone the confused kiss between him and Nie Zheng.

He forgot.

Nie Zheng had already gone to the company. Before leaving, she asked Wang Ma to cook some porridge for Chong Jianzhi.

When he went downstairs, he smelled the faint aroma of white porridge. Seeing that he had finally woken up, Aunt Wang hurriedly brought the porridge to the table: "Master, come and drink the porridge. Drink less wine in the future. Can your stomach bear it?"

Chong Jianzhi frowned and asked Wang Ma: "Didn't you go to see your son last night? How do you know I drank?"

Aunt Wang slapped her mouth a little embarrassedly: "Xiao Zheng told me that, and she asked me not to tell you, Master, look at my mouth."

Chong Jianzhi stared at the white porridge that Wanli had cooked into a thick consistency and didn't say anything else.

I was drunk last night, and Nie Zheng saw it?

I haven't done anything excessive, right?

Before I had time to think about it, the doorbell rang and Richard came.

Chong Jianzhi looked up and saw Richard coming in with a Band-Aid on his forehead.

Chong Jianzhi pointed to his forehead and asked, "What's going on?"

"I went out for dinner last night, and on my way home I ran into Mr. Fu's bastard son. He knew me, and he was clearly here to cause trouble for me."

"He did it?" Chong Jianzhi thought it was Chong Yixing who did it. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious. "If he continues to do this, find a few people to teach him a lesson. Just be careful about the limits."

Richard nodded.

"Come and eat together."

The two of them sat face to face at the dining table. Richard hadn't even taken a sip of his porridge when he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit to Chong Jianzhi. He took out a stack of photos and bank statements from his briefcase.

"Back then, the partners of Touyun were abroad, so it was not easy to determine their whereabouts. I am still sending people to look for them. However, I investigated the bank's records of Chongyixing for the past five years that could be checked, and I found something very strange."