Chapter 42 — Danger Danger Danger!!!

On the invitation letter for the diamond mine auction, five clear bold words were printed — Republic of South Africa.

“Uncle Qi, is the auction of the South African diamond mine real?” Lin Keying asked curiously.

Guo Changda was nonchalant. “Yes, Africa has great resources. A few years ago, I even went to bid on a few gold mines. The prices weren’t too steep.”

“Really? Then aren’t you interested in bidding on this diamond mine?”

Guo Changda waved his hand dismissively. “I’m getting old; I’m not that interested anymore.”

Lin Keying thought to herself: Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi really have no more interest in making money now.

After dinner at Uncle Qi’s house, they reminisced about their struggles thirty years ago. Lin Keying listened with great interest.

Back then, Guo Changda and Zhao Fengzhen had met when they were young — both were ordinary people from the poorest, lowest rungs of Harbor City.

Guo Changda had built his fortune bit by bit through scavenging, astonishingly transforming from a penniless young man into the king of recyclables. His subsequent investments were almost always decisive and sharp-eyed, allowing him to accumulate immense wealth over the decades.

Having tasted success and wealth, they eventually found themselves spiritually empty. In the end, Guo Changda and Zhao Fengzhen returned to a simple life — wearing plain clothes, walking unnoticed on the streets — and rediscovered a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

Lin Keying nodded earnestly. “Maybe when I’m sixty, I’ll be like that too.”

Zhao Fengzhen chuckled, “Young people should enjoy life. Enjoy everything you can now. When you get old and feel it’s meaningless, at least you’ll have no regrets.”

That night at 8 PM, Lin Keying drove back to the Mid-Levels villa. Her black Bentley Mulsanne slid into the garage, and her husband’s car — the Tiger-Head Benz — was already parked beside it.

Entering the living room, Lin Keying saw Cheng Wanting sitting on the sofa as expected.

“You’re back from the wedding already? I thought you’d stay longer,” she greeted with her usual habits.

Ever since she’d transmigrated, she had drilled two titles for her fiancé into her head: Young Master and Brother Songxian. These habits were so deeply ingrained they were impossible to forget — even after she learned that her fiancé had changed his name.

“Mhm, I left after lunch and went back to the office in the afternoon,” Cheng Wanting replied. He knew his new wife had gone to visit Uncle Qi and Aunt Qi, so he wasn’t worried.

Lin Keying, recalling the South African diamond mine auction she saw earlier, was about to ask him about it, but her new husband spoke first — always politely.

“Mrs. Cheng, I have a flight to Paris tomorrow at noon. Could you help pack my luggage?”

Since Lin Keying had set clear boundaries with him last time, Cheng Wanting had started consulting her on everything.

Yet, she knew his domineering and forceful nature too well. Although he appeared to politely ask for permission, he would never allow her to refuse.

Fortunately, packing his luggage wasn’t hard. Knowing he’d be away for a week, she felt cheerful — it was good for her husband to stay busy!

Opening his wardrobe, black, white, and gray tones greeted her. As she selected his clothes, she muttered inwardly that it matched his cold and indifferent aura perfectly.

“Cold and indifferent?” Cheng Wanting’s phoenix eyes narrowed, his voice cold as he questioned her.

Lin Keying realized, startled — she’d accidentally muttered aloud!

“I’m complimenting you! People with a strong aura and elegance usually have this style!”

This business trip concerned global shipping operations — virtually every reputable shipping company from all over the world would attend.

Cheng Wanting had even scheduled their marriage registration before the trip so he could leave with peace of mind.

Especially because tomorrow evening, Chen Songxian would be boarding a ship to Africa. Once gone, he wouldn’t return for four or five months. Cheng Wanting could rest easy.

Lin Keying carefully matched several shirts, suits, and trousers, even selecting two trench coats. She meticulously planned which shirt went with which suit, coordinating ties and cufflinks too.

Cheng Wanting’s wardrobe was simple but elegant; while the colors and styles were minimal, the materials were top-notch — all custom-made and exorbitantly priced.

As she packed the clothes into the suitcase, neatly arranging seven ties, her ears flushed slightly as she whispered, “You can pack your own personal undergarments.”

She didn’t dare touch the bottom-drawer compartment where his underwear was stored.

Cheng Wanting didn’t make things difficult for her. He “stooped” to pack some of his own items and, finally, placed a noticeably rougher tie into the suitcase.

“Isn’t that the one…” Lin Keying recognized the dark red tie at a glance — a cheap street-market tie she had once hastily gifted him. “Why bring it when you have others?”

An international shipping conference — was he seriously going to wear a tie worth only a few dollars?

Yet the man remained calm. “I like the color.”

With the packing done, Lin Keying eagerly ran downstairs to read gossip magazines, fluttering around happily like a butterfly.

The butterfly was stopped by her husband.

“Can’t we move in together now? We’re legally married,” Cheng Wanting asked politely.

Then he added reassuringly, “I promised not to touch you. I won’t.”

Yeah right! A man’s words are all lies!

“I don’t want to. Let’s wait until after the wedding,” Lin Keying firmly rejected.