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Chapter 47 — Extra Update

Lin Keying was soaking in the bathtub, but her attention was entirely focused on the room outside.

The man hardly made any noise, but the quieter it was, the more unsettling it felt.

The gentle water flowed softly over her body, and the steam flushed her fair cheeks red. Her long curly hair was tied into a bun, with a few loose strands falling playfully on the nape of her neck, dampened by the hot water and resting heavily on her beautiful shoulder blades.

Her bath was distracted and unfocused. After dawdling for a while, Lin Keying finally got up, dried herself off, and changed into a light purple silk nightdress before leaving the bathroom.

In the room, the man was staring intently at her.
“You rest first, I’ll just take a quick shower,” he said.

Following her usual routine, Lin Keying applied skincare products to her face and body, absentmindedly listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. As soon as the water stopped, it was like a switch had been flipped — she hurried to lie down on the bed.

The wide bed soon dipped slightly as the man unceremoniously occupied half of it.

It was the first time she had shared a bed with a man. Even though he was her husband, Lin Keying couldn’t shake an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

Fortunately, the man maintained no physical contact with her. He appeared polite and gentlemanly, even taking the initiative to start a conversation.
“How have you been on the ship these past few days?”

Lin Keying gradually relaxed.
“Very well. I’ve never experienced this kind of life before — it’s fresh and enjoyable.”

“Very enjoyable?” he asked again, his tone calm.

Oh no!

Lin Keying, momentarily relaxed, had blurted out her true feelings before realizing it might sound wrong.
“But… the only downside is that you weren’t there. I missed you every day,” she quickly added.

Cheng Wanting gazed at the woman beside him. Without makeup, her face was as delicate as a lotus emerging from water, and her clear eyes sparkled like polished glass. Against her fair cheeks, her red lips were like a plum blossom in the snow, earnestly expressing her longing for him.

Yang Minghui had reported earlier that Mrs. Cheng had dined with several French men and drank with English men today. A nameless fire rose in Cheng Wanting’s chest — he knew full well how alluring Lin Keying’s beauty was. Now even shameless foreign men were trying to approach her, which only compounded his frustration.

Yet, after being scolded as a pervert last time, Cheng Wanting could only pretend not to care.

Lin Keying continued coaxing her new husband with sweet words. Before long, drowsiness overtook her, and she wrapped herself in her silk quilt and drifted off to sleep.
“Good night, darling,” she murmured.

The unfeeling new wife fell asleep right after the sweet talk, leaving only the back of her round head facing him.

Cheng Wanting silently curled his lips into a smile and turned off the bedside lamp.

For as long as he could remember, Cheng Wanting had always slept alone. Now, with a woman lying beside him, the moonlight cast gentle silver hues through the square window, outlining the graceful curve of her body.

Her soft breathing and subtle fragrance mingled together, teasing the man’s senses like two light feathers brushing against his hardened heart.

Cheng Wanting gently touched her shoulder and slightly turned her over. The sleeping woman softly hummed and instinctively shifted her position, turning to face him as she continued to sleep sweetly.

Lin Keying’s sleeping face looked serene and obedient, her usual striking beauty faded into elegant gentleness. Her long lashes cast shadows on her eyelids, and her lips murmured faintly as if speaking in her dreams.

Cheng Wanting silently gazed at her for a while, then leaned closer to her, closing the distance between them, and kissed her red lips, swallowing her dreamy whispers.

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A good night’s sleep.

Lin Keying woke as daylight flooded the room. Her tender skin sensed the soft warmth of sunlight before her mind fully awakened, and she squinted comfortably.

Still half-asleep, her first thought was that she had shared half the bed with the man last night. Her second thought was that she seemed to be in someone’s arms, her chest pressed tightly against a firm torso.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around the man’s waist.

Lin Keying held her breath and was about to quietly withdraw her arms when a low voice sounded above her.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cheng.”

She lifted her eyelids and looked upward, meeting his deep, ink-black eyes.

Cheng Wanting raised both hands in an innocent gesture and explained,
“Last night, after Mrs. Cheng fell asleep, you insisted on leaning into my arms. I wanted to keep my promise and resist, but you kept moving closer. I simply couldn’t escape.”

Lin Keying’s plain face instantly flushed crimson. She quickly pulled back her hands and accused him,
“That’s impossible, I—”

She recalled that her sleeping posture wasn’t great — she used to cling to blankets even when sleeping alone in her rented apartment. Could it be that she really had snuggled into Cheng Wanting’s arms?

Biting her lip in thought, she couldn’t make sense of it but heard the man chuckle softly.
“Are you hungry? If we get up now, we can still make it for brunch.”

“Mm.” Lin Keying cleared her throat and feigned composure.
“It’s perfectly normal for me to cuddle my husband while sleeping.”

Cheng Wanting smiled and agreed,
“Mrs. Cheng is absolutely right.”

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Yang Minghui had been with Cheng Wanting for over ten years, but this was the first time he’d seen his young master still not up past 9 a.m.

He checked his watch — it was already 10:30.

Tsk tsk — Yang Minghui marveled. Sure enough, being married made all the difference. Even a workaholic now knew how to sleep in!

He understood — there’s nothing better than sleeping with your wife. Who would want to get up?

As Yang Minghui’s mind wandered, the door to Room 807 opened. The impeccably dressed couple appeared, leaving him in awe.

The tall, handsome young master and the dazzlingly beautiful Miss Lin — even without any intimate gestures, they looked like a match made in heaven.

The deep gray carpeted corridor became the perfect picture frame, encasing the couple in a scene of artistic beauty.