Chapter 35 (2000 comments) — Extra update

“Song-hyun ge, we’re engaged, of course you’re the only one who’s my husband!” Lin Keying gently coaxed the man.

The woman suddenly leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck. A soft fragrance surrounded him, like a fine silk web quietly enveloping the space between them.

Hearing those familiar three words, Cheng Wanting clenched his molars tightly and shut his eyes. When he reopened them, only a faint, inscrutable smile remained in his deep gaze. “Is that so? You still remember we’re engaged? Then what did you call that other man when you went out?”

Oh no!

Lin Keying hadn’t expected her cleverness to backfire. This man had been playing dumb with her all along.

He clearly knew everything, acting like someone who could see through heaven and earth!

“If you already know everything, why are you asking me?” Lin Keying withdrew her arms and pretended to be angry, turning her face to the side with a pout. “You’re so busy with work—meeting this tycoon, that board director, attending countless conferences—the British Hong Kong government even has your shadow everywhere. I had to film a building scene, so of course I needed to ask an actor to help out. Or could you have gone and acted with me instead?”

Her soft murmurs didn’t sound like complaints, but more like a feather brushing across the heart, leaving an irresistible itch.

Cheng Wanting bent down, his head lowering closer, finding it funny. “So you calling another man ‘husband’ is somehow my fault now?”

“Of course it’s your fault.” Lin Keying turned her head to glare lightly at him, raising her hand to push him away slightly. “If you could go with me, would I have needed to ‘act’? In the end, it’s all your fault.”

Taking the initiative and changing the subject—Lin Keying knew this tactic well; all the TV dramas played it this way.

Sure enough, Cheng Wanting relented again.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her cheek with the other, forcing her to look at him, his voice low and helpless. “Alright, it’s my fault.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s my fault more or less’?” Lin Keying pushed him away, not letting him get too close. Sitting atop Cheng Wanting’s office desk and meeting him eye to eye, she lifted her chin in a manner as if she was passing judgment on him from a superior position. “It clearly is your fault! Forget it—if you don’t sincerely admit your mistake, don’t force yourself. There’s no need.”

All her melodramatic TV dramas hadn’t been watched in vain—when couples argued, whoever seized the moral high ground first was the winner.

Sure enough, Cheng Wanting yielded once more.

He placed one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek, making her look at him again. In a low voice tinged with resignation, he said, “Alright, it’s my fault.”

Seeing that she had won, Lin Keying glanced at him coquettishly, a smile spreading on her lips. “Good, as long as you admit it. I’ll begrudgingly forgive you this time.”

Her eyes sparkled with brilliance, outshining even the soft pink bauhinia flowers of autumn.

Cheng Wanting pinched her chin and slowly leaned in, his voice hoarse. “But even if it’s my fault, you still shouldn’t call another man ‘husband.’ And three times at that.”

“I already did—and it wasn’t even real,” Lin Keying mumbled, trying to act cute and get away with it. Tugging at his sleeve, she softly pleaded, “Song-hyun ge, don’t be so petty~”

But her bright, clear eyes soon reflected his approaching figure, until he leaned in so close they were almost pressed together.

An argument should’ve stayed an argument; an apology should’ve stayed an apology—but now?

Lin Keying tried to push him away as her breathing grew rapid and heavy. “You… don’t kiss me…” This argument wasn’t over yet!

But before she could finish, her words were swallowed up—along with her tongue—by the man’s kiss, leaving her unable to say another syllable.

Luckily, his kissing skills were quite refined—alternating between soft sucking and intense lip-and-tongue entanglements—until Lin Keying gradually forgot about their earlier confrontation, letting out a soft moan as their tongues intertwined.

The air gradually heated up, and the man showed no sign of stopping.

No one knew how long had passed.

Lin Keying, thoroughly entwined and breathless from the lack of air, could only prop herself up on the desk to maintain her balance. Annoyed, she raised her slender legs to kick forward.

Beneath her black pencil skirt, a pair of smooth, fair long legs stretched gracefully. Her black high heels arched her legs beautifully, the long limbs bending slightly to form elegant contours.

The stark contrast of black and white—her black heel kicked the man’s leg.

A clear heel print instantly appeared on his clean, crisp black trousers.

Lin Keying felt secretly triumphant—finally, a little payback! But in the blink of an eye, her legs were scooped up by the man. His rough, large hand gripped her smooth skin tightly, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist.

A faint red mark bloomed between her fair-as-jade thighs.

“You…” Lin Keying blushed furiously at his actions and tried to struggle away, but Cheng Wanting firmly cradled the back of her head, deepening the long kiss.

His wet kisses trailed downward, his once cool lips warming as they lingered on her snow-white swan-like neck like a wildfire.

That tingling, electric sensation spread from her thin skin to every corner of her body.

“Mm…” Lin Keying quivered slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as her hands unconsciously searched for something to grip—grasping nothing, she could only scatter documents all over the desk.

White papers fluttered gently to the ground like feathers, but their owner had no time or mind to care.

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Outside the general manager’s office, Yang Minghui paced anxiously, worried about what was going on inside.

He clearly remembered how ugly the young master’s expression had been when he reported to him at noon that Miss Lin had called another man ‘husband.’

Could the young master be venting his anger right now?

He wouldn’t hit her—he never hit women—so Miss Lin shouldn’t be in danger. Maybe he was scolding her? Settling scores over the ‘husband’ incident, arguing with her?

If they quarreled and entered a cold war, not speaking or meeting for ten days to half a month, wouldn’t that torture him the most?

Yang Minghui could already foresee how terrible the young master’s mood would be during a cold war—and he wouldn’t even dare to linger nearby.

Considering all the possible dangers, Yang Minghui felt it was his duty to rescue Miss Lin. If she got scolded and cried, he could at least try to mediate and ease the tension.

To be fair, Miss Lin was quite pitiful—she wholeheartedly adored her Song-hyun ge, and now even Young Master Chen Songhyun had fallen for her at first sight, recently asking about the woman from the auction.

These mutual feelings had been forcibly cut off by the young master.

Nervous and anxious, Yang Minghui approached the office door. Just as he was about to press his ear against it to listen for arguments or crying, the door suddenly swung open with a loud bang, and he nearly toppled over.

“Y-Young Master.” In front of him stood Cheng Wanting, who had removed his suit jacket and was only wearing a black dress shirt. The once-smooth shirt was now a bit wrinkled, and there was even a faint red lipstick mark near the collar.

From the corner of his eye, Yang Minghui could see a blurred figure on the office chair behind him.

He didn’t dare look any further and only heard the young master instruct coldly: “Bring two clean sets of clothes.”

“Yes.”

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On Lin Keying’s last day as a secretary, after all the tussling in the office that wrinkled her skirt, she ultimately had to change into an identical set.

Her fiancé was handsome and well-built, and even his kissing had evolved from clumsy and rash to varied and skillful. She thought she might as well enjoy it more—but she hadn’t expected him to cling to her like this today, as if provoked.

Thankfully, her half-month stint as a secretary was ending, and Lin Keying had no attachment to it, not even daring to look at that office desk again.

After Friday, Lin Keying shed her duties as Cheng Wanting’s secretary and threw herself fully into the renovation of her own building.

Yang Minghui, already well-connected in both political and business circles under Cheng Wanting, smoothly handled the procedures for Xitian Building. Within a few days, the property was transferred to Lin Keying’s name.

Though she had owned villas, apartments, and shops before, this was her first time experiencing what it felt like to own a 25-story skyscraper.

Looking up, the towering high-rise seemed to pierce the clouds, leaving a bold stroke across the sky.

By her calculations, there was still a year before Wan Chai District would take off—enough time to renovate the building.

Xitian Building had been neglected for too long and was visibly dilapidated, requiring a full overhaul inside and out.

The glass on the upper floors was chipped and peeling, much of it precariously dangling and at risk of falling. Lin Keying’s first task was exterior renovation.

The construction workers were all arranged by Cheng Wanting. It would be foolish not to use his connections. The workers dismantled and installed the dark blue glass she selected—8mm thick tempered glass—bit by bit dressing the once-decayed building into a shimmering starry blue.

The renovation would take time; estimating with the crew, it would take about half a month. During that period, she could plan the internal layout.

A 25-story building could easily adopt a model of six floors of retail, plus office spaces, conference centers, and a high-end hotel above, with a public observation deck on the top floor.

She needed clear positioning—in the land-scarce Hong Kong, competing on price was not an option.

The lineup of businesses she wanted to invite into the six floors of shops had already formed in her mind…

Once tenants moved in and Wan Chai East developed, with increased foot traffic, the sword-like Xitian Building would leverage its prime location to become one of the district’s landmarks.

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While Lin Keying was planning her first skyscraper, Cheng Wanting was simultaneously managing Kowloon Wharf’s development and secretly strategizing land plots in Sha Tin with Wanxin Industries.

During rare breaks from his busy schedule, he instinctively glanced at the corner of the sofa—but that secretary figure who had once flitted in and out of this office for half a month was no longer there.

Yang Minghui brought over a wedding invitation from the Chen family’s eldest daughter. “Young Master, the Chen family already sent one to the ancestral home before. Today, they specially sent one directly for you.”

Naturally, the Chen family knew who called the shots in the Cheng family now, so their manners were thorough and proper.

“Is Miss Lin still busy with Xitian Building?” Cheng Wanting asked, letting Yang Minghui place the invitation on the table, shifting his focus.

“Yes. Miss Lin is fully absorbed in Xitian Building. I must say, she’s doing an impressive job.” Yang Minghui hadn’t expected that the long-abandoned, run-down building really seemed to be reviving.

“Mm.” Cheng Wanting was swamped with affairs and indeed had little time to pay attention. “Whatever Miss Lin needs, give her your full support.”

“Rest assured, Young Master, I understand.” How could Yang Minghui dare not cooperate? If Miss Lin asked for 1, he’d have 2, 3, 4, and 5 ready!

But when would these days end?

Seeing him hesitate to speak, Cheng Wanting narrowed his eyes and asked, “What else? Speak.”

“Chen Song—” He hurriedly swallowed the last two words and corrected himself. “Young Master Chen has been restless again lately… asking around about the beauty from the auction. I heard he wants a sweet… romance before heading to Africa.”

Yang Minghui kept a close eye on the young master’s expression and, seeing his face grow increasingly stiff, dared not continue the rest of the sentence.

“Go on,” Cheng Wanting’s clenched fist bulged with veins.

“Young Master Chen also said, maybe when that beauty from the auction sees him, she’ll fall madly in love and be willing to go to Africa with him.”

A cold laugh echoed through the office, and Cheng Wanting’s eyes turned vicious. “He sure dreams big.”

Yang Minghui’s heart pounded. “Young Master, I’ve already arranged everything. Young Master Chen won’t be able to trace anything back to Miss Lin, but…”

But when would these days end?

Especially after witnessing the young master suppressing himself when Miss Lin called him “Song-hyun ge”—he feared the young master would go mad!

Summoning his courage, Yang Minghui advised, “Young Master, Miss Lin intends to stay in Hong Kong long-term. Young Master Chen won’t stay in Africa forever either. Sooner or later, this matter… sooner or later will come out. Right now, Miss Lin is infatuated with Young Master Chen, and Young Master Chen has fallen for her at first sight. They seem mutually in love. We can’t keep hiding it forever. If Miss Lin finds out the truth later, she’ll probably blame you. You should tell her the truth sooner rather than later—you can’t wait anymore.”

Cheng Wanting chuckled silently. Recalling how many times Lin Keying had sweetly called him “Song-hyun ge,” and thinking of that clueless Chen still searching for the auction beauty, his gaze grew increasingly ruthless.

“You’re right—I shouldn’t wait any longer.” Cheng Wanting casually picked up the wedding invitation on the table; though it bore only a few words, it already seemed to be inscribed with vows of lifelong commitment.

Yang Minghui finally breathed a sigh of relief—the young master had finally come around!

“Young Master, I’m sure with your sincerity, even if you tell Miss Lin you’re not Young Master Chen now, she’ll understand. Perhaps you even have a place in her heart already. At worst, it’ll just be a fair competition between you and Young Master Chen.”

Yang Minghui had full confidence in the young master.

Cheng Wanting casually tossed the invitation onto the table and coldly said, “Mutual love? Fair competition? Hmph… Since we’re already engaged fiancés, we should have married long ago. I really shouldn’t wait any longer.”

Yang Minghui stood frozen on the spot: Huh?!

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