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Chapter 57 — Intense Hormones

A clear, cloudless sky is perfect for going out to sea.

The yacht Lin Keying rented for HKD 8,000 a day paled in comparison to the luxurious yacht Cheng Wanting had purchased years ago.

With sleek, fluid lines like a fish gliding across the water, the pure white yacht cut through the waves effortlessly, leaving a trail of splashing foam in its wake.

The yacht was already elegantly prepared with fine drinks and delicacies — brandy, champagne, whiskey… a dazzling array of fruit wines and exquisite pastries.

Lin Keying changed into her swimsuit in the cabin, her mind still lingering on why the man had chosen this particular style of swimwear for her.

Yet, the man had only said he picked it at random, without seeming to have any deeper intention.

She draped a large towel over herself, tugging its ends tightly to conceal most of her graceful curves, and walked up onto the speeding yacht’s deck — but Cheng Wanting was nowhere to be seen.

The deck was arranged with comfortable seats where one could easily sip drinks and nibble on pastries, facing the deep blue seascape. From time to time, the salty sea breeze brushed past — refreshing and carefree.

While waiting, Lin Keying took a small sip of brandy. The flavor was mellow, and in its lingering aftertaste, hints of fruit and wood mingled richly.

As she savored the drink, Lin Keying glanced back at the sea. The calm surface seemed to conceal hidden surges, and suddenly a large wave struck hard against the bottom of the yacht — accompanied by steady, powerful footsteps.

Turning at the sound, Lin Keying’s gaze locked onto a man who felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

The man, usually impeccably dressed in a suit, was now bare-chested, wearing only a pair of black swim trunks.

Although she’d caught a fleeting glimpse of Cheng Wanting’s chest and abs months ago, and even touched them with her own hands a few days back, Lin Keying realized she had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

Now, the man’s tall, muscular figure — a perfect inverted triangle — was on full display before her. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, well-developed pecs, and sharply defined eight-pack abs. His swim trunks sat snugly at his hips, revealing the V-lines tapering downward, disappearing into the trunks.

His long, strong legs were tightly wrapped in the black trunks, yet the bulging muscles and raw power were still evident.

Lin Keying swallowed nervously several times, her throat suddenly dry.

Without the wrapping of his usual gentlemanly and professional attire, Cheng Wanting now strode forward like a lean, powerful leopard, exuding primal testosterone.

“Can you swim?” Cheng Wanting seemed unfazed by his own appearance today and, as he sat beside Lin Keying, merely asked whether she was bored. “Would you like me to teach you how to swim — or surf?”

For some reason, Lin Keying felt the word “surf” carried a special weight when spoken from his lips.

Thinking about it, even the highly paid muscular instructors paled slightly in comparison to Cheng Wanting.

Lin Keying had to admit — the man’s face and body were both top-notch.

His only flaw was that he could be a little… perverse at times.

“I used to swim back in the mainland,” she answered. Her original self had indeed known how to swim — there was a river near her house after all. But surfing was something she definitely didn’t know. Bracing herself, she played along, “I’m not very smart… surfing seems too hard for me, maybe it’s better not to waste time…”

“You’re so smart — what could you possibly not learn?” Cheng Wanting grasped his wine glass with long, defined fingers and downed the golden liquid in one gulp.

As he tilted his head back, a thin stream of wine spilled from the corner of his lips, trailing down his long neck and rolling over his prominent, firm Adam’s apple…

Lin Keying couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Cheng Wanting today was different.

Until the man took her hand and helped her up, gently removing the towel from her shoulders: “I’ll teach you how to surf today.”

The large white towel dropped decisively alongside the man’s determination. Dazzling red and blinding white intertwined before their eyes.

The red one-piece swimsuit wrapped around the woman’s graceful shoulders and neck, outlining her delicate curves. Lin Keying’s arms and long legs were slender and fair, now appearing even more porcelain-like against the vibrant red.

As she turned and stepped onto the deck, a swath of snowy white back filled his vision. The man’s gaze darkened before he silently followed.

A professional coach would patiently and carefully explain the movements while keeping an appropriate distance, never making one uncomfortable.

At the moment, Lin Keying was being “taught” surfing by Cheng Wanting and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly that, as expected, free lessons weren’t professional.

The man unabashedly moved her arms, correcting her balance techniques. His rough fingertips directly gripped her soft elbow, sending a tingling shiver through her.

“You’re learning quickly…” The man seemed genuinely focused on teaching, even remarking in surprise, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d already learned before.”

“How could that be?” Lin Keying denied shyly. “Maybe I’m just really talented.”

“But your footwork is off.”

Pretending ignorance, Lin Keying deliberately mimicked beginner mistakes, but to her surprise, Coach Cheng didn’t hesitate — his left leg swung over, the firm muscle wrapped in black swim trunks brushing directly against her bare leg, hooking it outward.

It didn’t hurt, but…

Lin Keying’s ears turned red, and the inside of her thigh itched slightly.

“That’s more like it.” The merciless Coach Cheng continued earnestly, and Lin Keying’s act of being a beginner left her flustered and more exhausted than when she’d first started learning to surf.

Especially when she occasionally stumbled and fell straight into the man’s arms, her hands bracing against his firm muscles, as if she could feel the surging testosterone beneath.

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There were more than just a few yachts on the quiet sea. In the exclusive waters of Hong Kong’s elite, luxury yachts cruised past each other at a distance.

On another yacht, a few wealthy young men in swim trunks were holding their own decadent sea party, each with a girlfriend by their side.

But curiously, Chen Songxian, usually a womanizer, had no one with him today, surprising the others.

“Chen, what’s going on? Ever since you broke up with Lily, you’ve lost your appetite?”

“If you really like her, go win her back.”

Chen Songxian waved off the group, listless. “Lily already has a new boyfriend — I even congratulated her. It has nothing to do with her. I just happened to meet another beauty.”

“Who? You didn’t win her over?” In the circles of Hong Kong’s rich young heirs, Chen Songxian — handsome, wealthy, and witty — had rarely failed with women.

In stark contrast was his cousin. Although only one of the heirs had ever seen Cheng Wanting in person from afar, rumors about him were endless.

The eldest Cheng son was obsessed with his career and had never been seen with any woman.

Cousin and cousin — truly worlds apart.

“You guys don’t understand.” Chen Songxian recounted his three chance encounters with the beauty whom he hadn’t formally met, growing increasingly frustrated.

“You’re just obsessed. Maybe if you actually met her and got to know her, you’d realize you don’t like her after all,” his friends scoffed.

“Hmph, impossible! She’s the woman of my dreams.” Chen Songxian, now unable to find common ground with these pleasure-seeking buddies, walked off alone to gaze at the sea.

Not long after, one of his friends urgently called his name: “Chen! Chen! Come quick — isn’t that your cousin Cheng?”

Cousin?

Chen Songxian froze at the word, almost slipping. Without even turning to confirm, he bolted into the cabin: “If you really saw my cousin, don’t say I’m here — don’t say a word!”

His friends had never seen him flee so quickly. Moments ago, they had seen another yacht pass by at a short distance. On the deck, a man resembling Cheng Wanting was kissing a woman.

The woman had her back turned, so her face wasn’t visible, but the man’s profile looked unmistakably like Cheng Wanting.

However, by the time the friend turned back after being distracted by Chen’s escape, that yacht had already sailed far away.

“No way, I must’ve been seeing things. Guys like us who only know how to party might hook up with women on yachts — but Cheng? Impossible!”

The heir convinced himself he had imagined it.

Cheng Wanting wasn’t that kind of man!

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When the yacht docked back at the coast, Lin Keying’s swimsuit was still damp. The man wrapped her tightly in a towel, concealing her figure.

From the sea back to land, the seaview resort hotel — not yet officially open — had already reserved a luxurious suite for Cheng Wanting.

The spacious, elegant suite was divided into office and leisure areas. By the time Lin Keying emerged freshly showered and dressed, the man was already squeezing in work at the desk.

As if the bare-chested, muscular, hormone-exuding man on the yacht moments ago had vanished.

In his place was a sharply dressed CEO in a black shirt and trousers.

Lin Keying felt momentarily dazed.

“Finished washing?” Cheng Wanting, hearing the soft footsteps, set down his documents and looked at her. “Shall we have dinner brought up or go down to eat?”

Lin Keying didn’t want to stay inside: “Let’s go down.”

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