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Chapter 60 — Bonus…

Chen Songxian was convinced that Miss Lin in front of him would not like the typical playboy type. He deliberately put on a facade of calm maturity, doing his best to imitate the demeanor and mannerisms of his cousin Cheng Wanting.

He had even spoken to Chen Zhilang in advance about business matters and painstakingly memorized them, hoping to make a good professional impression when he brought them up with Miss Lin.

Lin Keying remained patient and professional, answering every question he raised.

However, the young man across from her seemed somewhat awkward, frequently making slightly pretentious gestures. His hands couldn’t seem to stay still — sometimes rubbing his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose, stroking his chin, or fiddling endlessly with his cufflinks and tie.

Lin Keying didn’t quite understand the quirks of these rich second-generation heirs from Hong Kong. Worried that her long-winded explanations were testing his patience, she sped up her answers and asked,
“Mr. Chen, do you have any more questions? If so, I can arrange for Miss Yang, who is in charge of shop leasing, to assist you further.”

“Oh, no, no more questions.”
Chen Songxian had never been this serious, not even when scolded by his father, and naturally, he didn’t want to see anyone else.
He simply wanted to talk more with his dream woman and get to know her better.

“Alright then — I look forward to our successful cooperation.”
Lin Keying rose and bid him farewell.

Having been forced to leave work early, Chen Songxian walked out of the general manager’s office of Xitian Building still obsessing — Had he performed well?
Ah, if only he had studied his cousin more carefully before. Mimicking the aura and grace of the family leader was truly hard!

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Cheng Wanting had no idea someone was trying to imitate him.

That day, his younger sister A-Min called, asking if her big brother would come home for dinner. She wasn’t good at lying, and after a few words, Cheng Wanting guessed that their father Cheng Guanjie had told her to call.

Thinking of the upcoming wedding, Cheng Wanting didn’t refuse and agreed to have dinner at home.

The Cheng family’s mansion in Deep Water Bay was grand and luxurious. The glittering crystal chandelier lit up the varied expressions on everyone seated in the living room.

After dinner, Cheng Guanjie was the first to attack, questioning sternly whether his eldest son had been seen with a woman in Malaysia.

At his words, everyone in the room held their breath and turned in unison toward the man seated on the left side of the sofa.

But the man in question seemed utterly unfazed. Facing his father’s harsh questioning, he responded calmly and unhurriedly,
“Don’t worry, I’ll invite you to the wedding.”

“Wedding?!”
Cheng Guanjie’s chest tightened so much he nearly lost his breath.
“You’re dating someone? Already thinking about marriage? Let me tell you — I do not approve!”

He knew nothing about the woman’s family background and hadn’t even met her. How could he possibly approve?

The Cheng family’s position had been built through decades of hard work. Naturally, the seat of the lady of the house couldn’t be given away lightly.

If she lacked family background and status, how could she possibly hold that position?

The Cheng family matriarch was expected to support the role of a wealthy socialite, dealing with Hong Kong’s British colonial political and business elite — family status, personal ability, and social grace were all indispensable.

“Dad,” Cheng Wanting slowly stood, his tall figure imposing like a mountain, his aura powerful.
“I’m informing you, not asking for your opinion. I have other matters — I’m leaving.”

These last words were addressed to the rest of the Cheng family in the living room.

“Cheng Wanting, you stand right there!”
Cheng Guanjie rose angrily, but his authority was crushed under his son’s feet. That steady stride didn’t pause for even a second as he left directly.

Hearing that Cheng Wanting neither denied having a woman nor shied away from mentioning marriage shocked and unsettled the family.

A bombshell had been dropped, and everyone had their own thoughts.

Cheng Guanjie felt utterly disrespected, his authority as head of the family trampled, and he was furious.

The second wife, Fu Yuehong, worried silently. The eldest son was very assertive — and now, in such a short time, had already gone from having a woman to talking about marriage. What kind of woman could have such means as to tame such a cold and heartless man?

She feared it was some spoiled rich heiress — in which case, as the second mother, she could only grit her teeth and endure.

The third wife, Zhong Qianlian, wasn’t one to worry excessively; instead, she was simply happy there would be a joyful occasion. A wedding would be wonderful.

Cheng Min, already knowing the truth, remained calm and composed.

As for the second son, Cheng Zhihao, he almost jumped for joy. He rushed to his bedroom to search for something and quickly chased after his brother.

On a chilly autumn night, as the wind brought a cold breeze, Cheng Zhihao hurriedly carried a half-meter-tall, bowl-thick glass jar. Just as his brother was about to get into the car, he shouted to stop him.

“Big brother, congratulations, congratulations! Where’s sister-in-law from? When can we all meet her? I wish you happiness and love, a speedy wedding, and a quick baby — I promise to give my nephew a big red envelope!”
Cheng Zhihao forcefully stuffed the glass jar into the backseat and winked at his brother.
“Big bro, this is good stuff. We’re brothers, don’t be polite! You got this!”

After delivering the gift, Cheng Zhihao clapped his hands in satisfaction and returned to the villa.

Big bro’s first relationship in 28 years! Who knows if he still had “male vitality”? He needed a good supplement — quickly have a baby!

The Cheng family business needed him!

He dashed off happily.

Cheng Wanting frowned as he glanced at the “gift” his brother had shoved in. His eyes swept to Yang Minghui, who also looked baffled.

Uncle Feng, the experienced driver in the front seat, spoke up:
“Ox penis and deer penis wine — it’s a tonic!”

Yang Minghui almost fainted. What on earth is Cheng Ershao sending?!

Having long been accustomed to the eldest young master tossing all those tonics from his younger brother to him, Yang Minghui was already thinking about how to explain to his wife why he was bringing home this glass jar.

When the car reached the Mid-Levels villa, Yang Minghui prepared to carry the jar home — only to hear the eldest young master speak:
“Give that to me.”

Yang Minghui: “…?”

He watched in shock as the eldest young master took the jar himself. Sir, you’re still young — surely you don’t need this?

The sound of the car parking reached the living room. Lin Keying vaguely heard some conversation, and before long, the front door opened — the man who had said he wouldn’t be home for dinner appeared, holding a large glass jar.

He placed it on the dining table, the brown-red liquid inside gently swaying and rippling.

“What did you buy to drink?” Lin Keying curiously approached. “Is it wine or a beverage?”

After all, if Cheng Wanting brought it back, it had to be good stuff.

“A tonic,” Cheng Wanting said as he casually tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa. His white shirt was pulled tight over his fine physique, and as he loosened his tie, his lips quirked up slightly.
“Oxtail and deer penis wine.”

“Oh, a tonic — that’s good. You really should take care of yourself…”
After all, he worked so hard. Lin Keying’s words trailed off as she suddenly froze. Wait — what did he say after?

Ox penis? Deer penis?

“Is that so?”
Cheng Wanting finished removing his tie. The sophisticated aura of his suit faded, replaced by a raw, uninhibited desire.
“You think I should drink more of it to strengthen myself?”

Feeling like she had insulted his manhood, Lin Keying immediately backtracked.
“No! You… you don’t need to — you’re already…”
Halfway through, she realized that didn’t sound right either.

Laughter flickered in the man’s eyes as he gazed at Lin Keying’s blushing face, watching her scurry back to the bedroom.

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The tonic wine generously gifted by Cheng Zhihao was placed on a side cabinet in the living room, much to Lin Keying’s annoyance. Yet Cheng Wanting insisted it was a token of his brother’s goodwill and shouldn’t be discarded.

In the end, Lin Keying quietly moved the jar to Cheng Wanting’s study — out of sight, out of mind.

The man worked at his desk and didn’t object at all.
“Mrs. Cheng, are you urging me to take more supplements — putting it in my study?”

Startled, Lin Keying nearly dropped the jar, shot him a glare, and said nothing more.

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After a few days of busily preparing for the wedding and handling matters at Xitian Building, Lin Keying went to a seaside resort hotel in the Kowloon Wharf district on Friday to rest.

Since this hotel was now considered part of Cheng Wanting’s business empire, she naturally enjoyed the highest treatment.

Surfing in the morning, afternoon tea in the restaurant in the afternoon — a cup of coffee paired with a few delicate desserts, watching the warm autumn sun slowly set and the blue waves gently ripple…

Lin Keying relaxed completely, her mind empty, just waiting for a certain man (who always wanted to make his presence known) to finish work and join her for dinner.

But it seemed there was more than one man eager for her attention at the hotel.

When a British-accented voice floated to her ear, Charles had already appeared, wearing a bowler hat.

“Oh, Miss Lin, what a coincidence to see you here drinking alone. You don’t mind if I sit, do you?”

Lin Keying, of course, did not refuse. “Please, sit.”

After all, news had just come from the South African mining area yesterday — one of the three top-tier mines she had her eye on had been confirmed for extraction.
She could now sit back, relax, and wait for the raw stones to start making money!

For now, she kept the news to herself and was content to listen to some British jokes.

Charles, looking grim and melancholic, finally couldn’t hold back and complained:
“Miss Lin, do you know that one of the two mines I acquired the other day — despite appearing to have good geological and soil conditions — turned out to be the lowest quality diamonds after assessment!”

Charles was furious. He had spent 28 million USD to secure that mine, and now the money had gone down the drain.

“Oh, that’s truly unfortunate, Mr. Charles. Please don’t be too discouraged.”

Thinking of how Leo’s mine had also been a dud, and that she herself had narrowly avoided buying one, Charles couldn’t help but remark,
“Miss Lin, you’re really lucky not to have bought such a mine.”

Lin Keying immediately sat up straight and innocently explained,
“Well, that’s because you, Leo, and that American businessman all had deep pockets. I tried bidding to the last moment but couldn’t secure it.”

Charles couldn’t deny it — the three foreign businessmen had indeed colluded behind the scenes to suppress her.

Damn it!

Lin Keying smiled and consoled him,
“Mr. Charles, didn’t you win another mine? I believe it won’t be so unlucky — the second one should yield good results. We Chinese have a saying: ‘Good things come after hardships.’”

Grateful for her kind words, Charles was about to invite the seemingly single woman to dinner when they were suddenly interrupted by a stranger.

“Miss Lin! What a coincidence to run into you here.”
Chen Songxian had been frustrated after not seeing his dream woman at Xitian Building for days. Dragged here today by his buddies to relax, he had unexpectedly spotted Lin Keying from afar.

He quickly borrowed a suit, threw aside his biker jacket, and appeared once again in full formal attire.

Charles, wary of the stranger, especially disliked hearing him invite Lin Keying to dinner. He wanted to remind him to respect seniority.

Lin Keying felt a headache coming on and was about to decline both of them — when she overheard Charles and his compatriot William murmuring about the Shatin land development project.

Once William left, Lin Keying’s eyes lit up with a plan.
“Mr. Charles, are you looking to develop in Shatin? I’d be happy to help.”

Her new husband had already planned to use the opportunity to develop the Shatin land he held — and with her own 5% stake, Lin Keying naturally wouldn’t stand idly by.

“Oh?”
Back when land was acquired from the Hong Kong Governor’s office, the British capital had carved up much of it. Charles had secured three major parcels and was now planning to build in Shatin.
“Well, that would be excellent. After all, you locals know far more than we British.”

Use Hong Kongers freely — Charles had always understood that principle.

“I’ll have… my secretary Mr. Cheng contact you,” Lin Keying smiled.

Hearing his dream woman chat so happily with the British man, Chen Songxian glared at Charles unhappily.

British people were so devious!
Just as he wanted to insert himself, he suddenly caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

Tailored suit, tall and imposing, radiating a powerful aura.

Who else but his cousin Cheng Wanting!

Panicking, Chen Songxian jumped up, scrambled away, and only left behind a blur and a hurried goodbye:
“Miss Lin, I just remembered I have something to do. See you another day!”

Lin Keying was stunned by the erratic behavior of this young heir — truly a restless youth.

Then she looked at the man walking steadily toward her — calm and composed.

“Mr. Charles, my secretary Mr. Cheng has arrived. He can assist you with the Shatin development project.”

As Cheng Wanting approached the table, he heard this sentence.
Facing Charles’ slightly surprised look, he spoke mildly:
“Mr. Charles, if Lin always (our director Lin) has arranged it, of course, I’ll handle it.”

Charles: “…”

You two play the game even better than we British…

Cheng Wanting sat down, his eyes noting the two people and three cups of coffee on the table, silently questioning Lin Keying.

Thinking of that fleeing figure, Lin Keying couldn’t help but laugh.
“That was Mr. Chen from Chen’s Fashion, who just had coffee. He’s handling their move into Xitian Building.”

“Which Mr. Chen?” Cheng Wanting asked casually.

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