Chapter 71: Wedding Night (Bug Fixing)

The top-tier tycoon’s possessiveness was off the charts.

Lin Keying had some awareness of this, but she didn’t expect this man to even be jealous of her cousin.

She and her cousin Kevin Chen had absolutely no relationship; they’d only met a few times due to business collaborations. Was it really necessary to be this way?

“He’s your cousin! I’m just concerned about you, about your family,” Lin Keying said, removing the sapphire necklace from her neck and carefully placing it back in its box. Then, she took off her earrings. “Speaking of which, I never knew your cousin’s name. Kevin is his English name, but what’s his Chinese name?”

The beautiful pearl earrings were removed from her full earlobes and lay quietly in Lin Keying’s palm. After she asked the question, the room seemed to grow quieter.

Turning to look at the man, Lin Keying curiously asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You seem very interested in my cousin,” Cheng Wanting said, not answering her previous question, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Keying.

Just asking his name constituted being “interested”?

Lin Keying couldn’t have a pleasant conversation with this man.

He was practically crazy, jealous over nothing!

Abandoning her sudden curiosity about Cheng Wanting’s cousin’s name, Lin Keying removed all her jewelry, immediately stood up alertly, and said, “Ame, come in quickly and help me zip up my wedding dress.”

As she spoke, Lin Keying’s eyes met Cheng Wanting’s, and both naturally recalled the time he’d helped her zip up her dress.

Lin Keying was embarrassed, while Cheng Wanting’s eyes were dark and unclear.

“Your family is still outside; go greet them!” After the wedding, considering it was a joyous occasion, Cheng Wanting didn’t refuse the Cheng family’s suggestion to visit the villa on the upper mountain.

Everyone’s congratulations and well-wishes, along with the repeated “May you live a long and happy life together,” were pleasant to hear.

“Don’t you need my help?” Cheng Wanting’s gaze lingered on the woman’s smooth, white back.

“Of course not!” Lin Keying pushed him towards the door. “I’ll just change my clothes and come out.”

This time, Cheng Wanting didn’t linger, letting Lin Keying “chase” him out of the room.

She changed into a dark red silk gown. Her morning updo was now loose around her shoulders, like fluffy seaweed. She wore a delicate pearl earring on each earlobe, and a slender silver necklace around her neck. The bride looked understated yet elegant as she walked out of the room and exchanged pleasantries with the Cheng family.

Lin Keying had some initial worries about the Cheng family, a powerful family known for their internal conflicts. However, Cheng Wanting seemed to hold excessive power within the family.

Cheng’s father’s second wife, Fu Yuehong, showered Lin Keying with compliments, practically praising her to the heavens. The third wife, Zhong Qianlian, was more reserved but equally amiable.

Cheng Min, naturally, was already familiar with Lin Keying. As for Cheng Zhihao, Cheng’s father’s second son, he was somewhat exaggerated.

“Big brother, sister-in-law, congratulations! May you grow old together, have many children, live happily ever after, have many children, have a happy wedding, have many children!”

Cheng Zhihao’s wife, Zhou Ke’er, quietly tugged on her husband’s sleeve, whispering for him to tone it down.

Lin Keying smiled awkwardly, then remembered Cheng Wanting’s assessment of Cheng Zhihao.

Wasn’t this the scheming second brother who was always vying for power?

Why did he seem a little foolish?

As for the most important head of the Cheng family—her father-in-law, Cheng Guanjie—Lin Keying felt his attitude towards her was ambiguous.

He didn’t seem dissatisfied, nor overly satisfied, appearing hesitant to speak.

Lin Keying wasn’t aware of the current attitudes of the wealthy family that had adopted her original self towards child brides. In any case, with Cheng Wanting in power, she didn’t need to worry too much about appearances.

The best part was that she didn’t have to live with her in-laws, enjoying a great deal of freedom.

After dinner, as the evening glow appeared on the horizon, the Cheng family members left one by one. Cheng Min bid farewell to her sister-in-law, making plans to visit an art exhibition together during the weekend.

“Sister-in-law, I have a few paintings in this exhibition. Could you and… Big brother come together?” Cheng Min knew her brother generally wasn’t interested in art exhibitions, so she tried to approach Lin Keying.

“Sure,” Lin Keying reassured her sister-in-law. “Leave it to me; I’ll definitely bring your brother.”

For some reason, she felt that everyone in the Cheng family was somewhat afraid of Cheng Wanting, a deep-seated respect mixed with fear.

Outside the iron gate, Cheng Guanjie whispered to his son, “That whole thing…you did it…In the future, you should keep Chen Songxian away from Songxian. I think he still…has feelings for her.”

This wouldn’t sound good if it got out – cousins fighting over a woman, it was the kind of thing that would make the gossip news.

The best course of action was to keep them apart as much as possible.

Cheng Wanting calmly replied, “You should tell him to stay away from us.”

Cheng Guanjie: “…”

That’s true, his son was so busy with work, unlike Chen Songxian, who was always free.

After some thought, Cheng Guanjie suddenly remembered an old idea: “Or should we send Songxian back to Africa for a while? Let him cool off.”

……

Lin Keying saw the Cheng father and son talking and didn’t approach. Soon, the entire family left in an extended Rolls-Royce, marking the end of the wedding.

“Ame, help me run a bath,” Lin Keying felt exhausted and needed a good soak.

Weddings were really tiring.

The newlyweds entered the master bedroom. Lin Keying’s clothes and belongings had been moved into Cheng Wanting’s room earlier that afternoon.

The bedroom, originally dominated by black and white, now had a feminine touch.

Lin Keying had taken over most of the closet space, filled with colorful, fashionable clothes, a stark contrast to the man’s perpetually monotonous suits and shirts.

Various skincare and makeup products were neatly arranged, along with the gossip magazines Ame had specially brought up, piled like a small mountain in a cabinet under the bedside table, ready for Lin Keying to grab one whenever she wanted.

Lying comfortably in the bathtub, rose petals floated on the hot water, mixed with the moisturizing rose essential oil, the fragrance seemed to permeate every inch of Lin Keying’s skin.

The rising steam flushed the woman’s cheeks, making her fair skin even more radiant.

If it weren’t for the wedding night, Lin Keying would have taken a bath and gone straight to sleep.

The man was unusually quiet from afternoon to evening, but the silence made her nervous.

Thinking of the man’s gaze from previous encounters, Lin Keying felt a little tense.

She had always been at the man’s mercy, but tonight, Lin Keying didn’t want to lose.

It was their wedding night; why shouldn’t she enjoy the man?

After all, Cheng Wanting was handsome, strong, tall, and well-built; enjoying him wasn’t a bad thing.

Putting on her bathrobe and leaving the bathroom, Lin Keying urged the man, “Go take a shower.”

The man, with deep, intense eyes, stared at Lin Keying for a long time, his burning gaze seemed to consume her, making her skin feel hot.

After repeated urging, the man finally went into the bathroom.

The bedsheets on the large bed had been changed; a bright red wedding quilt was spread out, the dazzling red reflected in Lin Keying’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds were scattered across half the bed, symbolizing good fortune.

After gathering the items to the center, Lin Keying lay on the bed waiting, feeling a little nervous.

Thinking about the romance novels she’d read, Cheng Wanting probably wasn’t that intense, right?

The famous “seven times in one night,” “pile driver,” “once tasted, always crave”… were supposedly the wild fantasies of online novel authors in the third dimension.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became. The air seemed to grow hotter. Lin Keying was mentally prepared, but still felt anxious and uneasy.

After all, she had plenty of theoretical knowledge but zero practical experience.

Catching sight of the gossip magazines by the bed, Lin Keying decided to distract herself and picked up a secondhand one—a gossip magazine published a year ago.

The covers of gossip magazines were always sensational, often featuring spicy photos taken by Hong Kong media, paired with interesting and shocking headlines.

The one in Lin Keying’s hand read—”A wealthy businessman battles three lovers, still going strong.”

Tsk tsk… Just as she was about to read the gossip, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Soon, Cheng Wanting walked out in a bathrobe, water dripping down his neck, gradually disappearing into the bathrobe.

Lin Keying lay nervously on the bed, her skin looking like jade against the red wedding quilt. She quickly glanced at the man; she could vaguely see his strong muscles through his slightly open collar.

The man was a feast for the eyes. Lin Keying had been “bullied” a few times and was ready to take charge.

She would be in charge of her wedding night.

And among the items moved up from downstairs were her helpers, already hidden under her pillow.

The bedroom window was half-open, the dark blue curtains billowing in the breeze. The man, who had been so intimidating earlier, now looked elegant. “Are you cold?”

Lin Keying felt his burning gaze linger on her cheeks and shook her head. “No.”

On the contrary, she was a little hot.

Although he had just showered, a sense of heat gradually spread, intensifying with the sound of the man’s approaching footsteps.

The night wind outside seemed unable to enter the room, only the rustling sound of the curtains.

The mattress beside her sank slightly, accompanied by the man’s refreshing sandalwood scent after his shower. Lin Keying pulled the quilt tighter, nervously swallowing, just as she was about to speak to ease the tension, she suddenly felt strong arms around her waist.

Before she could prepare herself, Lin Keying was lifted by the man and placed on his waist.

More precisely, between his waist and thighs.

The sudden contact, the hot, hard feeling sent a shiver through Lin Keying. She frantically wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her bottom slightly raised, afraid to go lower.

The man’s hot lips found hers, parting her lips and silently sucking, occasionally emitting heavy breaths.

Lin Keying was used to kissing Cheng Wanting. She wrapped her arms around him, her lips and tongue entwined with his. If he kissed too hard or too urgently, Lin Keying would hum to show her displeasure.

If the man kissed her pleasantly, Lin Keying would also hum.

Cheng Wanting seemed to understand her hums, sucking gently as he plundered the sweet nectar, glancing at the woman’s flushed face in his arms, then increasing his intensity.

His large hand moved from the kiss, gradually disappearing into the neckline of her white bathrobe, accompanied by the subtle sound of exchanging saliva, kneading her repeatedly.

Lin Keying, dazed from the kisses and caresses, breathed rapidly. Only then, in her disoriented state, did she remember her plan.

She pressed down on the man’s wandering hand, struggling to avoid his kiss. Her voice was soft and delicate, “No, don’t kiss me, don’t touch me.”

The groom frowned in displeasure, “Trying to escape?”

Now that she was here, where could she possibly escape to?

Lin Keying glared at him, “Only I can kiss you, only I can touch you. Behave yourself.”

Resenting his past transgressions, Lin Keying decided to punish him severely.

Cheng Wanting’s chest rose and fell, surrounded by heat. He was stunned by her words.

Before he could react, a pair of delicate hands reached for his bathrobe.

Resenting that it was always the man who reached into her bathrobe, Lin Keying did the same, her hands wreaking havoc inside his bathrobe, caressing his firm chest and abdominal muscles. She didn’t forget to open his bathrobe, leaning down to gently bite him.

A muffled groan escaped him.

Lin Keying imitated the man’s actions, nibbling with her teeth, accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing, tentatively licking with her tongue…

“What’s so good about that?” Lin Keying couldn’t understand his preferences.

A muffled chuckle came from above. Cheng Wanting pulled the woman half-sitting, placing her gently but firmly in his arms, leaning closer.

“Mm, you’re delicious.”

The same actions, whether it was a gentle nibble or a teasing lick, Lin Keying’s feelings were no longer the same as before.

A wave of heat spread from her chest, slowly descending, converging where their bodies were pressed together through the thin fabric.

Lin Keying subtly shifted her bottom, but the man noticed and mischievously held her tighter.

“Ah—” Lin Keying exclaimed, realizing they were even closer.

She pushed against his arms, struggling to get away, but heard his husky voice, “Didn’t you say you’d do it?”

Cheng Wanting placed the woman on the bed. His loose bathrobe fell to the side, the bright red wedding quilt covering her snow-white skin. Lin Keying lay on the bed, only her rose-colored cheeks and white shoulders visible; the quilt concealed her body. Kisses fell on her ankles, her legs…

Thin sweat covered her forehead and neck. An unbearable sensation bloomed and deepened from the base of her legs.

Cheng Wanting’s tongue was soft, already overwhelming her. When it became stronger, Lin Keying reflexively moved her legs, trying to escape.

Her ankles were grasped and pulled back forcefully, escape was impossible.

Lin Keying looked up at the man; his eyes were like sharp blades, piercing her bit by bit.

Her breathless gasps were swallowed by the man as he leaned down. Lin Keying lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her eyes hazy as she looked at the swaying crystal chandelier. A tingling current ran through her body, from her hair to her toes, everything seemed to throb.

The night wind blew stronger, causing the curtains to rustle, echoing the creaking of the wooden bed. The bright red wedding quilt gradually slipped to the foot of the bed, revealing the tightly entwined couple.

Wheat-colored skin intertwined with snow-white, inseparable.

Lin Keying gripped the sheets tightly, almost tearing the fabric to release the pressure she was enduring, whimpering and begging for mercy.

Her almond-shaped eyes, clouded with moisture, looked at the man on top of her. Gone was his usual cold and abstinent demeanor. At this moment, Cheng Wanting’s eyes were slightly red, his bare chest radiating heat, every muscle straining, sweat slowly flowing from his forehead down his neck, clinging to his strong abdominal muscles.

The man straightened, lowering his gaze to where they were tightly pressed together, a storm brewing in his deep eyes.

Lin Keying felt a burning sensation all over, her head almost exploding. She reflexively tightened her legs to avoid him, but her legs couldn’t close completely.

“Mm…” the man’s heavy groan came, sending shivers down her spine. As he leaned closer, his movements became more forceful, as if punishing Lin Keying for her earlier actions.

His tall frame bent slightly, his broad shoulders and narrow waist curved into a sharp bow, ready to strike the target at any moment.

His large hand inadvertently touched a silver corner under the pillow, revealed as Lin Keying shifted position with each thrust.

He took out the silver handcuffs from under the pillow. Cheng Wanting leaned closer, his voice hoarse, “Do you like them? Or do you want to use them on me?”

Lin Keying’s helpers hadn’t been used yet. She was about to reach for the handcuffs when the man dodged her.

The man stopped, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the woman. The cuff slowly wrapped around his ankle.

Lin Keying was incredulous, but heard the man whisper, “Want to use them like this?”

As her eyelashes fluttered, Lin Keying heard a click, accompanied by a chill around her ankle.

One handcuff, one end fastened to his ankle, the other to hers, firmly binding them together, inseparable.

When the man pressed down again, with violent movements, as Lin Keying bit her lip hard, the only sound was the clinking of the silver handcuffs with each impact.

It was long and intense.

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Lin Keying spent her three-day honeymoon in a whirlwind of passion, the romance novels seeming quite realistic.

Rarely relaxing and not worrying about business, Cheng Wanting devoted himself to staying home for three days.

On the afternoon of the third day, Lin Keying put on a long dress, tied a scarf around her neck, and returned to the Cheng family’s old house for dinner, her body aching.

In the car, Lin Keying glared at the man several times, but heard him whisper in her ear, “You didn’t exert any effort, why are you so tired?”

Lin Keying couldn’t help but pinch his waist, but only felt hard muscles, infuriating her.

Cheng Wanting’s wedding had been a long time ago; it was time to go home for a meal.

The Cheng family villa was well-prepared, overseen by the second wife, Fu Yuehong.

However, for the past two days, the old master had been repeatedly reminding everyone at home, which was puzzling.

“Qianlian, why won’t the old master let us mention Songxian?” The name Chen Songxian had become taboo in the Cheng family, a direct order from Cheng Guanjie.

The third wife never worried about such things, “Maybe he’s angry that Chen’s grandson didn’t attend Wanting’s wedding?”

That seemed to be the only explanation Fu Yuehong could accept.

Lin Keying entered the Cheng family mansion for the first time. The Deep Water Bay villa was by the sea, quite different from the mountain villa.

The Cheng family warmly invited the couple to move to Deep Water Bay, but Lin Keying naturally refused. It was much better to be at her own home, where she could do as she pleased; living with her in-laws would be restrictive.

However, this couldn’t be said by the daughter-in-law herself. Lin Keying’s husband was quick to refuse, “We’re used to living in the mountain villa.”

Fu Yuehong also put on a warm face; she was afraid that Cheng Wanting and his wife would actually move back.

Both sides were satisfied, and the dinner table was filled with laughter.

However, near the end of the meal, the old butler announced the arrival of guests: “Sun Jiaming, the head of Jiaming Electronics, and his younger son, are here to apologize.”

Lin Keying and Cheng Min exchanged glances, understanding what was happening.

In the Cheng family living room, Cheng Guanjie, Cheng Wanting, and Cheng Min were seated, awaiting Sun’s apology.

The Sun father and son were sincere. Sun Jiaming claimed he had failed to properly educate his son, and Sun Bozong, who had been arrogant a few days ago, was now subdued, “I… I didn’t know Miss Cheng…”

A sharp gaze shot towards him, and Sun Bozong immediately corrected himself, “Miss Cheng is actually Mr. Cheng’s younger sister. I deeply apologize. I am truly to blame!”

Sun Jiaming then severely scolded his son in front of the Cheng family. Only after Cheng Min generously forgave them did he stop.

He had originally wanted to curry favor with the Cheng family, hoping to join their ranks, but his son had ruined everything and offended them.

After leaving the Cheng family villa, Sun Jiaming scolded, “You know how to cause trouble for me! Don’t think the Cheng family doesn’t care now; they’ll definitely target our company later. You’re grounded; reflect on your actions!”

Sun Bozong never imagined that the female university student he had met at HKU had such a powerful background; he had hit a brick wall.

Besides being handcuffed and detained at the police station for two days, he was now being scolded like a child by his father.

Sun Bozong swallowed his anger, only lamenting that he should stick to female celebrities in the entertainment industry and avoid others.

While the Sun family was apologizing, Lin Keying was invited to the back garden to chat with the second wife, Fu Yuehong, and her daughter-in-law, Zhou Ke’er.

Fu Yuehong inquired about Lin Keying’s godparent relationship with Guo Changda and his wife, already making plans. Being able to have Guo Changda and his wife as godparents, and managing to get Cheng Wanting to marry so quickly, this woman must have extraordinary means.

However, Lin Keying was beautiful, kind, and didn’t seem to have any extraordinary means. Fu Yuehong speculated that she might be extremely skilled at disguise and couldn’t help but be on high alert.

Lin Keying listened as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law described the Deep Water Bay villa complex, feeling that the Cheng family was quite easy to get along with.

After the outside matters were settled, Lin Keying and Cheng Min set a time to see the art exhibition the next morning, reminding her, “Amin, your brother will definitely make time tomorrow. Our CEO can spare an hour or two.”

“Really?” Cheng Min knew her brother was busy with work and had never dared to ask before.

Cheng Wanting glanced at his expectant sister, then at his wife’s bright eyes, and finally nodded, “Let’s go to the company after the art exhibition. I can spare an hour.”

An hour was the limit.

A modern art exhibition was being held at the Hong Kong City Art Park.

Most visitors were young to middle-aged, many being art enthusiasts or wealthy people trying to appear cultured.

Cheng Min exhibited three paintings, all under the tutelage of a famous Hong Kong artist. Compared to other established artists, her technique wasn’t fully mature, but her brushstrokes were lively.

Lin Keying didn’t know much about art, but she could appreciate it; she could tell if a painting was beautiful or had spirit.

“Amin, are you going to be an artist?” Lin Keying whispered to the man in front of Cheng Min’s hand-painted starry sky.

Lin Keying even searched her memory – were there any famous Hong Kong artists named Cheng Min in the future?

It was at this moment that Lin Keying suddenly thought of a question. People in the future had heard of many famous Hong Kong tycoons, all well-known, but why was Cheng Wanting, a tycoon who was already wealthy in Hong Kong in the 1980s, so little known in the future?

Was it because he had lived such a low-key life, unwilling to seek fame even decades later?

Before she could think further, the man spoke.

Cheng Wanting always respected his sister’s interests, “Her skill is quite good. Let’s see if she wants to pursue further studies.”

“Can’t you just say, ‘Our Amin is amazing, and she’ll definitely be a successful artist’?” Lin Keying chided him, disliking his wooden response. She turned to see Cheng Min smiling.

“Sister-in-law,” Cheng Min linked arms with Lin Keying, whispering to her, “If Big Brother spoke like that, I’d be scared.”

“Your brother is like that, too serious and formal. Let’s ignore him.”

Cheng Wanting, who was being teased by his wife and sister, remained expressionless, only the corners of his lips lifting slightly. He didn’t retort, only checking his watch, “We’ve seen enough of the exhibition; I have to go to Huan Yu. Amin, your paintings are good, keep up the good work.”

Lin Keying waved goodbye to the man, urging the workaholic to leave. She and her sister-in-law went to eat after the exhibition.

After having dessert, Cheng Min accompanied Lin Keying to Xi Tian Building. Lin Keying wanted to create different themed events for the building regularly, and the Christmas event at the end of the month would be a good opportunity.

Hong Kong was heavily influenced by the West and paid considerable attention to such holidays. Cheng Min volunteered to help her sister-in-law with the paintings and design, finalizing the theme.

Lin Keying was delighted to have such a professional helper. Driving her car, she took Cheng Min to Xi Tian Building, but saw several people gathered at the entrance.

Several tall security guards were present, as was He A Jie, who had come to confirm the purchase of ingredients for the dessert stall, and even Yang Qiuhui, the newly promoted deputy general manager of Xi Tian Building.

“He A Jie, Qiuhui, what’s wrong?” Lin Keying approached the crowd, seeing the disastrous scene in the center.

Yang Qiuhui quickly reported, “Manager Lin, we discovered this early this morning. We’ve urgently checked the surveillance and found two suspicious individuals.”

Cheng Min was speechless, but also heartbroken, her oval face wrinkling, “How could they do this? We must call the police!”

“This is outrageous.” Lin Keying felt a lump in her throat, never expecting such a despicable act.

This was the most vicious business battle she had encountered since coming to Hong Kong—someone had scalded the money tree at the entrance of her building with boiling water!