The CEO's Naughty Wife

Chi Yue was stunned for a moment.

1919...

Two men together?

Urgently needed.

And that list...

Chi Yue opened her phone and carefully checked the list Zheng Xiyuan had sent over.

Such a long list, oh boy.

Rich people really know how to play!

Chi Yue felt like she had discovered a new continent—the relationship between Qiao Dongyang and Zheng Xiyuan. After all, one had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, and the other was handsome, stylish, wealthy, and hot. Weren't they just a match made in heaven?

It's just a pity...

She wasn't interested.

Today, taking that call had left her spiritless.

Chi Yue closed the window and sat lazily on the bed to send a message, "Sorry, I don't feel well today, wait for the courier tomorrow."

Zheng Xiyuan: "What's wrong with you?"

Chi Yue: "Money pain."

Zheng Xiyuan: "..."

Chi Yue tossed her phone aside, thinking he wouldn't message her again.

Unexpectedly, in less than three minutes, Zheng Xiyuan directly called her.

Chi Yue resigned herself and crawled over to answer.

Having been in business for two or three years, Zheng Xiyuan had come to understand this difficult beauty quite well.

He didn't beat around the bush, just prescribed her a remedy: "Deliver the goods tonight. I'll pay double."

Chi Yue snorted and asked slowly, "Am I the kind of person who's easily swayed by money?"

Zheng Xiyuan: "I'll donate an additional 5,000 trees to Lunar Bay."

Alas! Chi Yue sighed: "Zheng, you insult me with money..."

"Ten thousand!"

"You insult me with money like this... it's totally acceptable."

...

When one is poor, their ambitions are short.

Chi Yue felt she was "scraping a living."

Her heart was reluctant, but her body was very honest.

Chi Yue retrieved the goods and set out on her bike.

For convenience in business and storage of goods, she rented a house outside the school with Wang Xueya, on the small street behind the back door of the school.

At this time of biking out, the night market on the small street hadn't closed yet, and everywhere you could see couples huddled together, wandering and eating...

These were their best years.

Chi Yue passed by them without a sideways glance, out of place with everything around her.

When she reached The Crown, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Chi Yue walked hurriedly and only realized she'd forgotten to change into her "delivery outfit" when she entered the door.

Being distracted really wasn't good.

She straightened her hair in the reflective surface of the elevator, trying to cover her face...

Then, she gave up.

...

When she arrived at 1919, Chi Yue was a bit surprised.

The door was open.

The light was half-warm.

It was almost like the door was left open for her.

Chi Yue hesitated and flipped her phone to the "110" in the contact list, knocking gently on the door.

"Come in!"

It was Zheng's voice.

Chi Yue frowned slightly but still didn't walk in.

"Zheng! Please come out to pick it up."

Suddenly, there was no more noise inside.

Chi Yue waited patiently, and after about a minute, Zheng Xiyuan finally appeared at the door, motioning her in with a wave, his expression slightly strange.

"Bring it in! Let's verify it face to face."

The box of goods was quite large.

Chi Yue was standing at the door, holding the box.

Upon hearing his words, she hesitated, then set the box on the ground.

"It's too late, I need to get back. If there's any problem with the merchandise, message me…"

"Ha!" Zheng Xiyuan suddenly laughed, mockery glinting in his lowered eyes, "Don't you trust me, Shopkeeper Yue?"

Chi Yue pursed her lips.

It wasn't about distrust.

It was about having no trust at all.

There was a reason she had saved Zheng Xiyuan's name as "Beast Fighter" in her contacts.

The man before her placed orders at her online store at least once a week; every time she delivered goods to him, the woman he was with was never the same. Moreover, despite the option of online transactions, he always insisted on her delivering the goods in person…

How could Chi Yue not be wary of him?

"Zheng, in my business, I have my own rules."

"Rules are rigid, people are flexible, Shopkeeper Yue…"

"If the rules are dead, how are people supposed to live?"

Suddenly, Chi Yue grew weary of this kind of life and of these indefinable, hypocritical relationships when dealing with people...

She felt like punching Zheng Xiyuan right in that handsome face, yet she had to run errands for him at unearthly hours.

What was this all about?

She was no longer in the mood for niceties, "Zheng, next time you want to buy something, use express delivery. If it's urgent, please order in advance. Thank you!"

"Didn't expect those selling junk products to have such big rules?"

A voice unexpectedly drifted from the room, halting Chi Yue's turning feet.

Soon, Qiao Dongyang, with damp hair, appeared in front of her.

Just like the last time, he wore a bathrobe, seemingly fresh from a bath, even carelessly exposing a swath of honey-toned skin to her, tempting her eyes to the utmost...

These two men—could there really be something fishy going on between them?

Then why did he still hold a grudge against her?

Chi Yue hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Qiao, is there something you want to say?"

Qiao Dongyang: "Come inside and give me a detailed explanation of the products you brought."

Chi Yue: "…"

The two looked at each other.

Chi Yue looked at him coolly, her face betraying no emotion, her hair-tossing gesture even held a hint of gentleness, her eyes fearless, with a sticky sweetness in her smile, "Mr. Qiao, your tastes are too unusual. I'm having a hard time digesting them."

Qiao Dongyang: "It's not unreasonable for a merchant to introduce their products to a client, right?"

Chi Yue nodded: "It's not unreasonable. But I have no energy tonight. I don't want to do this deal."

Qiao Dongyang: "I'll give you fifty thousand, have energy now?"

Chi Yue tilted her head slightly, trying her best not to lose to his oppressive presence, her tone as calm as possible.

"If I refuse, will you feel extremely crestfallen, extremely humiliated?"

Qiao Dongyang: "Your reaction is not within the scope of my consideration, you just need to tell me how much will it take."

Ah, very direct.

Chi Yue's lips curled slightly: "Mr. Qiao. Do you know what kind of person I hate the most?"

Qiao Dongyang lifted his chin, signaling her to continue.

Chi Yue: "People like you. What's with the big bad wolf act?"

Before her words had even fallen, she walked away.

"One hundred thousand! I only need you for two hours."

Qiao Dongyang's cool voice came from behind her.

As if he was certain she would bow down for money, his voice even carried a tinge of disdain and mockery.

Chi Yue paused in her steps.

She turned slowly, her gaze landing on Qiao Dongyang's face, "One million…"

The light in Qiao Dongyang's eyes dimmed suddenly, "You sure dare to ask…"

Chi Yue interrupted him: "What I meant to say is, even for one million, I wouldn't agree. Mr. Qiao, I'm quite picky about men, you know?"

…

She left.

The room fell silent.

Qiao Dongyang looked at Zheng Xiyuan, who wore an innocent face.

"Was my request too much?"

Zheng Xiyuan nodded, then shook his head, "Not at all. Not in the slightest."

Qiao Dongyang, as if struck by a thought, arched an eyebrow, "Did she think I wanted to sleep with her?"

Zheng Xiyuan was taken aback, "Aren't you… wanting to sleep with her?"

Qiao Dongyang glared at him fiercely, then turned to go back inside.

"Now that she's gone, you'll have to finish the job!"

…