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Lin Keying repeatedly confirmed that the man was indeed handcuffed and unable to move.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—she absolutely couldn’t back down!
“You…” Lin Keying took two steps to stand firmly in front of the man. Looking down slightly, she caught sight of his straight nose and sharp jawline. “Be good, don’t move around.”
“Mm.” Cheng Wanting had an expression of total compliance.
Since Cheng Wanting was immobilized, Lin Keying had to seize this one and only chance to make him feel embarrassed…
Her gaze lingered on the man’s black shirt, the ascetic style subtly revealing the outline of his firm muscles through the thin fabric.
A few months ago, Lin Keying had accidentally seen Cheng Wanting right after a shower. His figure was no less impressive than the bodyguards she had seen recently—broad shoulders, narrow waist, top-tier physique.
Her restless hand, heated with rising temperature, slowly disappeared under the hem of the black shirt, gently brushing against his well-defined abs.
His abs were just as sculpted and firm as in that fleeting glimpse months ago. Every touch let her fingertips feel a slight elasticity, the grooves outlining a perfect eight-pack.
“Hmm, Mr. Cheng’s body seems even better than those bodyguards I saw the other day,” Lin Keying murmured, her palm sensing the burning heat. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if it was her fingertips that were hot or his chest radiating warmth.
Cheng Wanting’s breathing grew heavier, but he didn’t show a hint of shame or discomfort from being teased. Instead, he earnestly suggested, “Do you want to unbutton my shirt?”
Lin Keying quickly retracted her hand, her ears flushing red.
How could she forget? This man was practically a pervert! He probably didn’t feel any shame at all!
“Forget it, I…” Lin Keying raised her hand to take down the handcuff key hanging around her neck, ready to end this not-so-successful prank.
But unexpectedly, the man’s knee suddenly knocked against her legs. It didn’t hurt, but it caught her off guard, and her body toppled onto Cheng Wanting’s lap. One hand grabbed the armrest of the chair, the other frantically pressing against his leg to steady herself.
The escalating heat radiated through his suit trousers. Lin Keying, sitting on top of him, was just grateful he couldn’t move. She was about to get up when she heard Cheng Wanting speak.
“Weren’t you trying to see me powerless?” His deep eyes burned like fire, locking directly onto hers, tangling with her gaze. “You can do whatever you want to me now—I can’t resist.”
Thinking of how he’d always “bullied” her in the past, Lin Keying felt slightly intrigued by the suggestion.
“This is the only chance,” Cheng Wanting lowered his gaze to the cold handcuffs on his wrist, his voice seductive like a ghost. “I won’t let the same person cuff me twice.”
This was the only chance. Shamefully, Lin Keying was tempted.
Sitting on the man’s strong, muscular thighs, her gaze roamed his handsome features. His sword-like brows and starry eyes fit her aesthetic perfectly, and his calm gaze seduced her as she slowly leaned in.
Her red lips boldly brushed against the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, the edge of his lips… until he turned his head and entwined with her.
His lips and tongue tried to dominate her like usual but were evaded by Lin Keying, leaving only fleeting touches.
This time, he couldn’t forcefully take control—he could only watch helplessly as she retreated.
His increasingly heavy breathing echoed in her ears. Lin Keying smiled with curved eyes and slowly lowered her head, biting down on the man’s prominent Adam’s apple.
“Mm…” A deep, husky breath escaped from his throat.
The man’s breathing grew rougher. He shifted uneasily, but Lin Keying, focused on her mischief, bit him again on the Adam’s apple. Her tongue lightly brushed the spot, her hot breath spilling out as she scolded, “Don’t move.”
She still remembered when she had learned to shoot, and the man had kissed her neck under false pretenses, making her wear a scarf for a week.
Now that revenge was exacted, hearing the man’s heavy breathing, seeing his frustrated yet helpless expression, Lin Keying was thoroughly satisfied. “Alright, I’m a kind and beautiful person—I’ll let you go.”
She took the handcuff key from her neck and lowered her gaze, about to unlock him—only for the office chair, bearing both their weights, to suddenly spin with force from Cheng Wanting’s foot, sharply changing direction.
Originally leaning against the glass bookshelf wall, Cheng Wanting now faced the shelf, while Lin Keying was pinned directly between the man and the bookshelf as the chair rotated.
Trapped in this confined space—with Cheng Wanting cuffed in front of her and a cold glass bookshelf behind her—Lin Keying asked nervously, “What are you doing?”
The handcuff key had dropped to the ground due to the sudden movement, now lying about a meter away.
As she struggled to move and escape, she realized the man’s powerful legs and body had firmly trapped her against the bookshelf.
“Why should you let me go?” Cheng Wanting’s brows slightly moved, the fire in his eyes burning hotter as he answered her earlier statement.
Lin Keying froze, watching as the man approached with heavy breaths and slowly pressed his lips against hers.
His lips and tongue were hotter and wetter than ever before, as if trying to melt her. Every entanglement felt like waves crashing in, making it hard to breathe.
Losing control, Lin Keying bit down hard on the corner of his lips, finally breaking free and gasping as she angrily rebuked, “What about your promise? You said you wouldn’t force me!”
Cheng Wanting’s lip was bitten, a trace of blood oozing out, yet a smile spread in his eyes as he huskily replied, “I’m the one handcuffed and without freedom—how am I forcing you?”
Lin Keying was shocked by the black-hearted businessman’s twisted logic. Just as she was about to retort, he kissed her again…
Her hands gripped his sleeves tightly, then powerlessly loosened. Lin Keying was kissed so skillfully that she moaned softly in pleasure, unconsciously responding to him—yet she felt aggrieved.
She had planned to tease this man, so how did it turn out like this?
Cheng Wanting arched his brows, planting soothing kisses on her dazed lips, then kissed her soft earlobe, coaxing in a low voice: “My hands are cuffed, so of course it’s you playing with me, baby.”
Lin Keying’s mind grew hazy. She couldn’t tell right from wrong in his words. His hands were indeed restrained, but his lips and tongue were endlessly agile, trailing downward and soaking the front of her clothes.
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That night, Lin Keying didn’t sleep well. Her dreams were full of chaotic images, and she woke wanting to banish all memories of the previous evening.
The vile, black-hearted capitalist was indeed dirty—Lin Keying resolved not to fall for him again.
But as soon as she opened the door, A-Mei brought her two pieces of news.
The good news: the dirty man had already left for work.
The bad news: early in the morning, he had sent her another gift.
The red gift box was larger and heavier than the blue one that had contained the anklet before. Lin Keying uneasily lifted the lid.
At a glance, she slammed the lid shut again and, blushing furiously, stuffed the box deep into a drawer.
——
Determined not to deal with the man’s dirty tricks anymore, Lin Keying found other amusements. Thankfully, Cheng Wanting’s return to the villa that day had been coincidental, and his busy work kept him occupied. The two hadn’t seen each other for two or three days.
Finding new entertainment, Lin Keying went surfing almost every chance she got. She didn’t even mind her fair skin tanning slightly at the beach.
As her surfing skills improved, she could gradually let go of the rope behind the boat and balance with both hands free.
Occasionally, when she lost balance and fell into the sea, she simply swam back to shore thanks to her life jacket.
While resting ashore, blending into the crowd of beachgoers, Lin Keying wore a light blue one-piece swimsuit with a large white towel draped over her shoulders. Her thick hair was wet and dripping, scattered behind her, exuding a fresh, natural beauty.
The beach was bustling with people swimming, surfing, and diving, and the upcoming grand opening of a large seaside resort nearby brought even more crowds.
Lin Keying wandered aimlessly, admiring others’ surfing skills, but frowned when she noticed a scene at the nearby beach.
A young girl holding a surfboard was about to enter the water but was being harassed by a man in a black swimsuit. After a few rounds of struggling, it was clear the girl was unwilling.
Lin Keying approached with her towel and recognized the girl’s familiar face. The girl’s firm refusal reached her ears: “I can surf; I don’t need you to teach me. Sir, please show some respect.”
“Little miss, surfing is dangerous. Let me teach you—it’ll be safer. Otherwise, if you fall into the sea…”
“What are you doing chasing after my sister?” Lin Keying suddenly interrupted, cutting off the entanglement. “Amin, come here.”
Cheng Min was momentarily confused at being called “Amin” but quickly recognized the dessert shop owner coming to her aid. She swiftly hid behind her and obediently called out, “Sister.”
Lin Keying, tall and imposing with a cold face, snapped, “What? Not leaving? Ah-Hong, call the bodyguards over and throw this guy into the sea to feed the sharks.”
The man had been leering at the young girl but was stunned by the sexy woman’s aura when he turned around. He wanted to flirt but was immediately intimidated.
Her powerful presence wasn’t fake. Hearing her confident tone and suspecting she had real backing in the harbor city, coupled with the gathering crowd, the man had no choice but to slink away.
“Miss Lin, thank you.” Cheng Min was furious at the sleazy man but spoke gently, lacking the usual domineering aura of the Cheng family because of her soft nature.
“You remember me!” Lin Keying also recognized this dessert shop customer—clearly a gentle and sweet girl who naturally inspired goodwill. “I just made up that you were my sister—hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. I only have an older brother, no older sister. If I had a beautiful sister like you, I’d be thrilled.”
“Wow, you sure have a sweet tongue.”
Lin Keying soon discovered Amin was actually an expert surfer—she’d learned at 13 and had kept it up for five years.
Today, she’d simply gotten separated from her classmates.
The two surfed together, and Amin even taught Lin Keying some techniques. “I learned surfing from my big brother. He’s great in the water—swimming, surfing, diving, all of it.”
“Your brother must be amazing.” Lin Keying imagined the soft, sweet girl’s brother must be a cheerful, sunny guy.
……
By evening, as the sun set, Lin Keying stepped on the rosy glow of twilight to return to the hillside villa. As she parked the Bentley in the garage, A-Mei greeted her with a report: “Madam, young master is already home.”
“So early?” Lin Keying’s hair was still slightly damp, though it probably wasn’t noticeable—men were generally careless, usually not noticing even a change in hairstyle, let alone a bit of wet hair.
Entering the living room and seeing the man’s figure, she couldn’t help but recall that night, her expression a little unnatural.
“Went out to play?”
“Mm.” Lin Keying poured a glass of warm water to soothe her throat and glimpsed the scabbed wound on his lip, quickly shifting her gaze and forcing casual small talk. “You got off work early today.”
“I’ve temporarily finished this batch of backlogged work.” In the daytime, Cheng Wanting seemed to have regained his gentlemanly demeanor, showing no trace of that night’s version of himself. “I can spend some quality time with you these next few days.”
Lin Keying almost choked on her warm water. He wanted to spend time with her? Could she handle it?
This dangerous man seemed increasingly overwhelming.
“I… sure…”
“Do you remember much from when you were a kid?”
Their voices overlapped. Lin Keying suddenly felt alarm bells go off and quickly went on guard. “Uh… no. I was only five or six then—too young. Plus, I hit my head on a rock, so I forgot most things.”
“My sister—do you remember her?” Chen Songxian had a biological younger sister who had also come to the harbor city from the mainland fourteen years ago.
Cheng Wanting planned to introduce Amin to his sister-in-law tomorrow. Fortunately, Chen Songxian also had a sister, matching his situation. But remembering Lin Keying had mentioned not recalling much from childhood, he still wanted to confirm.
Sister?
Lin Keying had no idea her fiancé even had a sister!
It wasn’t mentioned in the novel, nor did it appear in the original host’s vague memories.
“I… I remember…” At this moment, she could only go along with his words, but she felt uneasy inside. Did this shrewd man discover something?
“You remember?” Cheng Wanting’s eyes narrowed, alert. “What do you remember about her?”