85 My love can only be given to you.

"Mr. Cheng! Stop hitting him!" Wen Xueyan exclaimed. She saw blood seeping from Cheng Boyan's knuckles, and her heart clenched suddenly.

This usually calm and composed man lost control in the street for her sake.

Wen Xueyan was worried that if Song Tiancheng called the police and things escalated to the police station, such negative news would affect Cheng Boyan's reputation and image as a well-known entrepreneur.

Song Tiancheng staggered to his feet, rainwater mixed with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes burned with confusion and resentment, and his hands, which had once abused Wen Xueyan, were clenched into fists, veins bulging.

"President Cheng!" Seeing that Cheng Boyan didn't answer, he questioned, "What right did you have to hit me?"

Standing in the drizzle, Cheng Boyan thought of Wen Xueyan being injured by Song Tiancheng. Although his knuckles ached slightly, it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

Just as Song Tiancheng was about to retaliate, Xi Mingyuan gestured to the man beside him. Two security guards immediately stepped forward and grabbed Song Tiancheng's arms from both sides.

Xi Mingyuan elegantly took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and pulled out a banknote: "For this little injury, fifty yuan is enough for medical expenses. Aren't you going to leave? President Cheng had a few too many drinks during his business dinner and got drunk. He happened to see you causing trouble here. He was just trying to help; you should be grateful that President Cheng showed mercy. You just touched my wife. For that alone, I can sue you for harassment. If President Cheng hadn't acted, I would have been the one who hit you."

Song Tiancheng took the fifty yuan and sneered, "President Xi is really stingy! I bet you can't even afford to buy Xueyan a decent coat."

Xi Mingyuan raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "None of your business. If you don't leave now, once President Cheng sobers up, you won't just be facing his fists, but the legal teams from both the Cheng Group and the Shiming Group. How many years do you want to stay in there?"

Song Tiancheng struggled, but was firmly restrained by the security guards.

Influenced by his father, Song Tiancheng's thinking was still stuck in the decades-old idea that "beating one's wife is not a crime." He didn't think he had done anything wrong, and even felt that his apology was very sincere. Therefore, he never thought that he was beaten for this reason.

"Make him leave quickly," Wen Xueyan said to Xi Mingyuan.

Xi Mingyuan nodded slightly, and the security guard then released Song Tiancheng.

Wen Xueyan followed Xi Mingyuan into the car, and just before the door closed, she couldn't help but look back. Cheng Boyan stood in the drizzle, his figure tall and straight, yet exuding an indescribable loneliness.

It was dusk when I returned to the Cheng Group.

Cheng Boyan stood by the window and finally dialed Xi Mingyuan's number.

"How is Xueyan?"

"What's wrong? Has our CEO Cheng sobered up? The doctor diagnosed her with mild postpartum depression."

These words struck Cheng Boyan like a heavy hammer blow. He realized he hadn't been able to stay by her side after she gave birth, and he knew he owed her so much.

"I see."

"What's the use of knowing?" Xi Mingyuan's tone was unusually serious. "A woman's heart is like a carefully cultivated garden; it needs constant care. You'd better reflect on this and explain yourself clearly as soon as possible."

"I'd like to come to your house for dinner, is that okay tonight?"

Xi Mingyuan chuckled on the other end of the phone: "What, just finished playing a hero, now you want to play a gentleman? Come on, remember to bring a bottle of good wine."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Boyan pressed the intercom button: "Secretary Qiao, come in for a moment."

Secretary Qiao pushed open the door and entered, noticing the injury on her boss's hand, but asked nothing.

"Give me the list of projects we'll be working on with Shiming Group next quarter. Also, could you prepare some gifts for my one-year-old baby, and a bottle of red wine? I'm going to President Xi's house for dinner tonight." Cheng Boyan's voice had regained its calm.

When Cheng Boyan stepped into the Xi family's apartment, Xi Mingyuan was holding his child and playing on the playmat in the living room, while Wen Xueyan stood aside watching the child.

When Cheng Boyan saw Wen Xueyan, he almost couldn't help but pull her into his arms, wanting to use his body heat to dispel the chill that had been hanging between them for days. But he only raised his arm slightly before restraining himself and lowering it again.

"Let's see who's here?" Xi Mingyuan said softly to the child in his arms.

At this moment, the baby sitting in Xi Mingyuan's arms turned his head at the sound, and his big eyes looked particularly bright under the warm yellow light.

The moment the little guy recognized Cheng Boyan, he immediately grinned, his toothless little mouth open, and stretched out his chubby little hands, babbling and asking to be held.

This instinctive closeness made Cheng Boyan's heart feel as if it were enveloped by the softest clouds. He knelt on one knee and carefully took the warm little body in his arms.

He planted a kiss on the child's sweet, milky face. This child had Wen Xueyan's eyes, his brow bone, and the love they had written together but could never express.

The baby seemed to sense his father's presence, happily waving his little hands and grabbing Cheng Boyan's tie to wipe his face. Seeing this, Xi Mingyuan's lips curved into a gentle smile: "This kid, he does know how to identify top-quality fabrics."

Xi Mingyuan stood up, considerately giving the father and son some alone time. "Sometimes the baby crawls on the carpet, like a fluffy little bear."

Cheng Boyan sat down on the sofa, holding the child in her arms.

The child seemed to sense this affection, and reached out his little hand to gently stroke his cheek.

A few minutes later, Xi Mingyuan put on his coat, patted Cheng Boyan on the shoulder, and said, "I have a dinner appointment with a friend from the bank. Make yourselves at home. I'm taking the baby with me; I'll be back in two hours."

Only the two of them remained in the living room. Cheng Boyan walked towards Wen Xueyan.

He reached out and grasped her slightly cool wrist: "Let's talk."

The bedroom door closed gently behind me.

Cheng Boyan looked at the woman before him, the one who haunted his dreams, and said softly, "Xueyan, I'm sorry for making you bear so much alone."

All the longing, worry, jealousy, and unfathomable heartache that had been building up over the past few days surged forth like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming his proud self-control.

He wanted to pull Wen Xueyan into his arms and express his longing with the most passionate kiss. But when he saw the lingering worry in her eyes, he immediately restrained himself.

Cheng Boyan sat down on the edge of the bed and gently patted the spot next to him.

"Xueyan," his voice was as gentle as the moonlight outside the window, "let's have a good talk."

Wen Xueyan hesitated before sitting down beside him. Cheng Boyan gently took her hand and felt the slight coolness of her fingertips.

Before Wen Xueyan could even ask, Cheng Boyan offered an explanation.

"My love can only be for you. The phone call Rao Wanyi received that night was a misunderstanding; I couldn't possibly spend the night with her. She did come to the hotel room, but she brought the director of the Chemical Engineering Design Institute with her to discuss cooperation; the director is a relative of hers. I immediately called Secretary Qiao to the scene, just to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings."

Wen Xueyan looked up: "How do I know if what you're saying is true?"

Cheng Boyan immediately took out his phone, dialed Secretary Qiao's number, and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Secretary Qiao, could you please explain the situation that night to Miss Wen?"

Secretary Qiao's voice came through: "Ms. Wen, I was present the whole time that night. Ms. Rao came with her cousin to discuss business, and there was indeed an accident where drinks were spilled, which is why Mr. Cheng went to take a shower. I have photos of the three of them raising their glasses that night; I was the one who took the photos, and I've already sent them to Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Boyan opened WeChat, and a photo immediately caught his eye: three people raising their glasses, with the timestamp in the lower right corner clearly showing the exact time of that evening.

Looking at the photo, Wen Xueyan's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little. Cheng Boyan leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. But when he wanted to kiss her fair neck, Wen Xueyan felt his breath become hot, and gently pushed him away, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Tonight...not tonight."

"Of course." Cheng Boyan immediately stepped back. "Don't be afraid, I will never force you to do anything."

He calmed himself down: "It seems my self-control is always a bit lacking when I'm with you." He did feel that he still had a physical attraction to Xueyan, and his voice still carried lingering emotions, but his eyes had regained their usual composure.

Wen Xueyan raised her eyes and asked softly, "I saw how fiercely you hit Song Tiancheng... Will you hit me when you're angry in the future?"

His gaze was sincere: "I hit him because he hurt you before. But with you, I couldn't even bring myself to say a harsh word. You're the apple of my eye; I cherish you so much, how could I possibly lay a hand on you?"

Cheng Boyan noticed that Wen Xueyan's expression had softened slightly, so he picked up a sticky note and pen from the bedroom desk, a gentle smile in his eyes: "Xueyan, I'll draw you a picture. I drew one for you more than a year ago."

The pen scratched away, and soon a vivid, cartoonish chemical plant appeared on the paper: a little figure wearing a safety helmet was operating a condenser, while another little figure held a notebook and carefully made notes. Each piece of equipment was given anthropomorphic expressions, and even the pipes were drawn with cute wavy lines. Wen Xueyan felt a surge of warmth and familiarity.

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President Xi is so stingy, yet so adorable. President Cheng may not be as humorous, but he has his own magic.

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Mr. Xi is a good older brother.

Haha, yes, he has quite a few good points too~ Thank you for your comment.