Chapter 51 – Bonus Chapter

Cheng Family’s Ancestral Home, Deep Water Bay Villa

Fu Yuehong was soothing the stern-faced Cheng Guanjie.

“Old Master, over a month ago, Wanting passed on a message that he was going to South Africa for business. How is it that he’s gone with some woman?”

Today, Cheng Guanjie had just received word that someone had witnessed his eldest son, Cheng Wanting, displaying intimate behavior with a woman in Malaysia.

Originally, Cheng Wanting’s name was widely respected, yet few had ever seen him in person. Coincidentally, Zeng Qingjun—a brother-in-arms who had fought alongside Cheng Guanjie for many years—was in Malaysia on business, and his grandson, while wandering around, had stumbled upon this shocking scene.

The Cheng family’s cold, aloof, work-obsessed heir was actually smiling and whispering softly to a woman beside him.

“Zeng Xiang saw it with his own eyes. How could it be wrong? He comes with his father every year to pay New Year’s visits,” Cheng Guanjie said, still uncertain whether he was angrier that his son had a woman and didn’t inform the family, or shocked that his normally work-focused son had secretly taken a woman abroad for over a month.

Upon hearing that Cheng Wanting had a woman, the Cheng family members each wore different expressions.

Cheng Guanjie was furious, Second Madam Fu Yuehong was stunned, Third Madam Zhong Qianlian smiled subtly, while Cheng Min was thrilled and excited, already planning to interrogate her big brother when he returned.

As for Cheng Zhihao, he nearly blurted out in surprise. He exchanged knowing glances with his wife Zhou Keyer, both itching to immediately call the woman “sister-in-law.”

It was great that big brother had a woman! Hopefully, he would quickly start dating, get married, and have children — then the heavy responsibilities of the Cheng family could be passed on!

The sword hanging over his own head would soon disappear!

But seeing his family members’ displeased faces, Cheng Zhihao didn’t dare to be too obvious and only subtly suggested, “Dad, big brother should be back in a few days. Why don’t we visit the Mid-Levels villa then?”

Cheng Guanjie blew his beard and glared, unwilling to lose face: “As the father, I have to personally go see him? He should know to bring that woman here to greet his elders… hmph, I don’t even know what kind of woman she is. I might not even let her through the door!”

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For the first time flying on a private jet, Lin Keying sneezed in late October over Victoria Harbour.

“Is someone talking about me?” Back from South Africa where it had been warmer, she wrapped herself in a trench coat, rubbed her perky nose, and gazed at the layered clouds outside the window.

Since boarding the plane, Cheng Wanting had been flipping through piles of documents, his slim fountain pen leaving dragon-like strokes as he signed papers.

“Your godfather and godmother?”

“Maybe they’re missing me~”

The man multitasked, chatting idly with Lin Keying.

The high-altitude scenery was grand and vast. After taking in enough of the view, Lin Keying turned to examine the private jet itself—it was smaller than a regular aircraft but had everything one could need.

The cabin was exceptionally spacious, the leather seats soft and comfortable. They reclined fully into flat beds.

Yang Minghui occasionally arranged for the flight attendants to bring food, wine, and coffee.

Lin Keying had already inquired — Cheng Wanting bought this private jet five years ago from a German businessman, spending HKD 550 million.

Truly wealthy! No wonder he was the man who could casually spend a million to cancel an engagement in the novel.

When the plane finally landed in Victoria Harbour, Lin Keying’s busy travel itinerary finally came to an end.

“Uncle Feng will take you home. I probably can’t make it back to have dinner with you tonight,” Cheng Wanting, delayed for too long, needed to head straight to the company to handle the backlog of work.

Lin Keying didn’t mind: “Go ahead. Work’s important!”

Making money is important!

Driver Uncle Feng drove Lin Keying back to the Mid-Levels villa. The familiar mountain road and white building sparked emotion in her heart.

For Lin Keying, who had transmigrated here, this place could be called home.

Uncle Zhong and Aunt Hua had long received notice and tidied up the villa, waiting for the young master and madam to return.

“Madam, you must be tired, please rest.” Aunt Hua had already prepared a full table of dishes, regretting only that the young master wouldn’t be joining them.

Finally relaxed after coming home, Lin Keying let Ah Mei carry her luggage inside while she stretched and collapsed onto the sofa, relishing the soft texture she’d missed.

After a hearty meal, Lin Keying eagerly pulled out souvenirs she’d brought back: “These are specialty bead bracelets from Malaysia, wood carvings from South Africa, spices—and most importantly!”

Excitedly, she took out a handful of raw stones, all unpolished: “You all can split these up and polish them yourselves. If there’s a diamond inside, whoever finds it gets to keep it.”

Ah Mei immediately got excited, quickly picked out a diamond ore, and slowly ground away the grit. Half an hour later, she really did see a tiny sparkling diamond.

Barely the size of a tenth of a pinky nail, but gleaming within the rock — this stroke of luck brought more joy than the diamond itself.

After a solid afternoon nap, Lin Keying went out after dinner, driving her beloved Bentley to the dessert shop.

Sister He and her family were all at the shop, settling accounts for the day and checking inventory for the next day.

Over the past month, while Lin Keying had traveled to South Africa, Sister He and her husband had managed everything at the shop, including overseeing renovations at the Xitian Building.

“Keying, you’re finally back! You were gone so long this time.” Sister He accepted the souvenirs and scrutinized Lin Keying, feeling she’d lost weight.

Sipping a bowl of the tastiest sweet soup, Lin Keying finally felt content: “No matter how good the food on the ship was, it can’t compare to Victoria Harbour’s. Losing weight makes sense.”

Having worked hard for diamonds, she deserved to lie flat now.

Sister He earnestly reported the shop’s earnings from the past month—profits from the three shops totaling over 30,000 had already been transferred to her account. “Also, the external renovations of Xitian Building are complete. The internal refurbishments are proceeding exactly as per your finalized designs—it looks amazing. Tingting and I checked it out a few times.”

The design, finalized with the designer, guaranteed a stunning result if followed properly.

“I’ll go see it tomorrow too,” Lin Keying said, then asked about Sister He’s new house renovations.

“Keying-jie, our house is almost done; it’s airing out now. Do you want to see it?” Tingting played with her souvenir, clearly delighted, but her greatest joy was still their new home.

That night at 9 PM, Lin Keying toured the newly renovated He family home—spacious, clean, and neatly styled based on her suggestions. Simple, grand, and beautiful.

“I’ll go pick out furniture and appliances for you guys in a few days as a gift.”

Sister He politely declined but then suddenly remembered something about Xitian Building: “Oh right, Keying, shortly after you left for South Africa, something happened at Xitian Building.”

“What happened?” Lin Keying asked curiously.

“A woman claiming to be a co-owner of Xitian Building came looking for a share, but the security guards drove her out.”

Lin Keying recalled the information star scout Tang Qiankun had dug up — could it be one of the previous owner’s three lovers?

She didn’t dwell on it and went home to rest properly. The next morning, Aunt Hua mentioned the young master hadn’t come home that night.

“Young master called at 10 PM to say he’d stay at the office overnight. You were asleep, so I didn’t knock.”

There was a private rest area next to the General Manager’s office on the 32nd floor of Huanyu Group — perfect for workaholics like Cheng Wanting.

“He’s been away so long; of course, there’s a lot to handle,” Lin Keying understood and didn’t mind.

She had a full schedule today.

Xitian Building had been fully refurbished and was now like new.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the deep blue glass windows gleamed like the Heart of the Ocean, giving the building an exterior that rivaled those in Central.

Inside, the transformation was just as impressive. The lower six floors’ shopping area was already under renovation. Jewelry shops, jade stores, luxury brands—all previously negotiated—were moving in.

With this positioning, leasing the 7th to 20th-floor office spaces became far easier, not to mention the rooftop revolving garden restaurant being built in full swing.

After inspecting her property, Lin Keying interviewed a batch of candidates for building management roles. Yang Minghui had already pre-screened them, and those reaching the final round were of good quality.

By the time the interviews wrapped up, Lin Keying noticed it was nearly dark and finally felt hungry.

A bad habit from her previous life — losing track of time when busy. She needed to fix that!

But outside Xitian Building, not only was her Bentley parked, there was also a Rolls-Royce.

After nearly a full day and night of post-return busyness, Cheng Wanting finally had time. Upon learning from Yang Minghui that Lin Keying was at Xitian, he drove over to pick her up: “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Starving!” Lin Keying knocked on the Rolls-Royce door, gesturing for him to get out, “I drove too. Come on, let me drive you, Uncle Feng can go home.”

Driver Uncle Feng’s eyes widened like bronze bells but didn’t dare say a word. He just watched as the young master got out and told him to go rest.

Having cheekily bossed Cheng Wanting around, Lin Keying was in a great mood. The two dined at the Peninsula Hotel’s rooftop restaurant, enjoying the shimmering Victoria Harbour night view. The smile on Lin Keying’s lips never faded.

“‘Sister’?” Cheng Wanting gazed at the woman eight years younger than him, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Who’s older? Taking advantage of me?”

Lin Keying wasn’t afraid, her eyes curving: “You’re older, you’re older~ Just once, don’t be so petty, Young Master Cheng.”

Cheng Wanting’s brows were sharp and resolute: “Businessmen are always calculating. No one takes advantage of me. I never suffer losses.”

Lin Keying pouted at him, not believing he’d really retaliate!

After dinner, as they prepared to leave, they unexpectedly encountered a small incident in the restaurant corridor. A couple arguing at a nearby table accidentally knocked over their cream of mushroom soup, splashing it onto Lin Keying’s black leather shoes.

The couple repeatedly apologized. Lin Keying was sad about her shoes but seeing Cheng Wanting’s face darken, quickly wiped her shoes and pulled him away: “There’s a mall nearby. I’ll buy a new pair.”

In the shoe section, she initially planned to grab a simple pair of leather shoes but was captivated by a pair of glittering green high heels encrusted with diamonds—elegant and stunning.

Too bad she still had to drive; maybe next time.

But with Huanyu Group’s head here, the surrounding area had been cleared out. Cheng Wanting followed her gaze and picked up the green heels: “I’ll drive later. If you like them, try them.”

Without hesitation, Lin Keying sat down, about to take the heels from him—only to have them dodged away.

Her leather shoes were removed by him, revealing her jade-like feet.

His broad palm pressed against her foot, the calluses grazing her arch and making her twitch.

“Don’t, I’ll do it myself…” She’d never been treated like this before and felt a strange sensation rise.

Cheng Wanting didn’t stop. Kneeling on one knee, his suit pants creased neatly as if he were handling something monumental—he was putting shoes on for a woman.

Her fair foot in the green heel looked even whiter, like a flower bud among leaves, snow-pale and delicate.

She wiggled her right foot slightly—it fit perfectly and looked beautiful. But just as she reached to put on the left shoe, he grasped her ankle firmly.

His large hand almost completely encased her foot; the contrast between his tanned skin and her fair skin was stark. His rough fingertips lightly stroked her, sending shivers through her body.

She instinctively flinched but his hand tightened, not letting her escape.

“You…” Lin Keying could only feel the heat burning from where he gripped her ankle.

Cheng Wanting, kneeling, looked up at her and casually murmured, “Four months ago, you had dinner with that doctor at the Peninsula Hotel.”

“Ah?” Lin Keying’s lashes fluttered. How did he remember something so minor?

His lips quirked, eyes smiling as he lowered his gaze to the small, round mole on the underside of her ankle — stark against her fair skin.

His fingers slowly stroked it, trapping both the pale foot and the dark mole in his palm.

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