Waves surged as the yacht sailed at full speed.

3F VIP Living Deck.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The sound of knocking echoed.

"Come in."

Secretary Chen pushed the door open and entered, her steps quiet and efficient.

"Ms. Ouyang, Miss Xu Qing just called. She said lunch is ready, on the fourth deck. President Tang invites you to join him for the meal."

Ouyang Xianyue's breath hitched slightly.

"Understood." She nodded, her tone steady and composed. "You don't need to follow me from now on. Consider this a vacation for you. Work matters can be set aside for now."

"Yes."

Secretary Chen didn't ask further, merely bowed respectfully, then turned and retreated.

The door closed once more.

For a moment, the spacious suite was left with only her.

Ouyang Xianyue stood quietly for a moment, as if silently calming something within.

Then, she raised her hand and gently removed the pair of pearl earrings from her ears, placing them on a nearby table.

She turned and walked into the walk-in closet, changing into a French-style silk maxi dress exuding mature charm.

The V-neck perfectly outlined the lines of her collarbone and the curves of her chest, neither overly bold nor excessively modest, yet carrying an indescribable hint of femininity more than usual.

She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, studying herself for a moment, then suddenly raised her hands and gently loosened her originally meticulously styled updo.

The entire person seemed to quietly transform.

No longer the flawless Ms. Ouyang.

But more like a woman about to attend a private lunch invitation.

Taking the private elevator, passing through authorization verification, she arrived at the 4F Owner's Deck.

As the elevator doors slid open, her footsteps paused slightly.

Not far away, on the corridor leading to the sea-view restaurant, Xu Qing stood holding a silver tray.

She was wearing an extremely standard black-and-white Japanese-style maid outfit.

The skirt was puffy, the apron snow-white, the stockings wrapping her legs into slender, straight lines, and she even wore a headband.

The whole person looked like a little maid who had accidentally wandered onto some strange film set.

The moment Xu Qing saw her, her face flushed crimson, practically steaming on the spot.

"Sister Xianyue..." She nearly bit her tongue, hurriedly forcing herself to explain, "I-I don't mean anything else by this! I'm just... just doing Cosplay! To find inspiration and material for the maid character in my next novel! Haha... hahaha..."

She forced out a dry laugh, laughing until she almost cried.

(T~T)

Help!

She had never been this embarrassed in her entire life!

Ouyang Xianyue looked at her, her gaze first landing on the distinct black-and-white maid outfit, then slowly returning to her face.

In almost an instant, she understood whose arrangement this was.

This kind of forbidden-flavored playfulness made her heartbeat slightly erratic.

A moment later, she gently curved the corners of her lips. "A very cute look, it suits you well, Yanqing."

Xu Qing's ears burned hot again, nearly evaporating on the spot. She hurriedly lowered her gaze.

"Lu-lunch is ready. I'll take you in."

She tried hard to enter the "professional Coser" state, attempting to suppress the shame in her heart.

At this point, her pitiful "female lead script" had long since shattered into pieces.

Since Sister Xianyue was really on the boat, she could no longer be the sole female lead in some sweet, romantic spin-off.

Rather than continuing to be awkward, she might as well just position herself as the "barely noticeable tool character."

Yes. Exactly.

Right now, I am not Xu Qing.

I am just an emotionless NPC, a professional Coser experiencing life and collecting creative inspiration!

Thinking this way, she indeed felt much better.

The two walked one after the other through the quiet, private corridor and entered the sea-view restaurant on the Owner's Deck.

On the long table, lunch was already set.

Silver cutlery, white porcelain plates, chilled champagne, freshly baked seafood paella, and several appetizers.

The air was filled with the fresh aroma of food and the fragrance of wine.

Outside the entire floor-to-ceiling glass wall was the vast expanse of blue sea, layer upon layer.

Sunlight shimmered gently on the waves, the sky immense and boundless.

Tang Song sat at the head of the table. Hearing the footsteps, he slowly looked up.

His gaze first landed on Ouyang Xianyue, undisguised appreciation flashing in his eyes.

That gaze wasn't blazing, yet it made her chest feel warmer than any straightforward praise.

Tang Song stood up, pulling out the chair beside him for her, his tone gentle. "Sit here, facing the sea directly. The view is better."

Ouyang Xianyue bent slightly and sat down on the side very close to him.

"Thank you."

Immediately after, Tang Song gently lifted his chin towards the little maid beside him.

Xu Qing bit her lip, resigned to her fate as she stepped forward, picked up the wine bottle, and poured for the two of them.

"Sir, Madam... please enjoy."

Hearing this, Ouyang Xianyue's hand trembled slightly.

[Drift Value: 70%]

The atmosphere during the subsequent lunch became exceptionally subtle.

Exquisite French cuisine, top-tier wine, everything was impeccable.

Yet Ouyang Xianyue could hardly taste the true flavor of the food.

Her senses were completely occupied by the presence of the man beside her.

Her nose was constantly filled with Tang Song's scent.

In her peripheral vision, all she saw were the faintly tensed veins on the back of his hand as he held the knife and fork.

Every single movement of his could easily tug at her heartstrings.

Meanwhile, beside them, Xu Qing, wearing the maid outfit, tried her best to act nonchalantly as she served dishes, poured wine, changed plates, and handed napkins.

Her movements weren't exactly skilled, even carrying a hint of clumsiness.

But precisely because of this, it made everything feel even more forbidden.

Palpitations, moral transgression, and a certain thrill of things gradually slipping out of control layered upon each other in Ouyang Xianyue's heart.

She slowly set down the knife and fork in her hand.

A moment later, she suddenly turned her head and spoke softly. "Sir."

Xu Qing, who was changing the cutlery nearby, trembled at the words, hurriedly holding her breath, pretending to focus on her task, but her ears perked up high.

Tang Song turned his head, his deep eyes looking at Ouyang Xianyue. "Hmm?"

Ouyang Xianyue's gaze fell on the dessert plate not far away. Her voice remained gentle, yet carried more initiative than usual.

"I'd like to try that mousse."

Tang Song looked at her, the smile in his eyes deepening slowly.

"Alright."

He picked up the silver fork, cut a small piece of the lemon mousse, but instead of handing it to her, he directly brought it to her lips.

Ouyang Xianyue lowered her head slightly, her pearly white teeth biting into the dessert.

The sweet, sour, and refreshing flavor had just begun to melt on her tongue.

Soon, the piece of mousse was finished.

But she didn't pull back immediately.

Instead, her red lips parted slightly, and she suddenly bit Tang Song's fingertip.

Soft, burning lip flesh, warm, moist breath.

Stayed so blatantly on his finger.

Xu Qing, standing nearby, caught a glimpse of this in her peripheral vision and instinctively jerked her face away.

Help...

What exactly is my role here right now?

A third wheel? Or the only sober victim and front-row VIP spectator at this wealthy family's secret rendezvous?!

(╥﹏╥)

Tang Song's breathing also grew somewhat ragged.

He didn't immediately withdraw his hand, just letting her bite like this with a hint of provocation.

His fingertip gently pressed against her soft, full lips.

This precise queen, who had been restrained and dignified for so many years, had finally completely let down her guard before him, beginning to lose control.

A moment later, Ouyang Xianyue released his red lips.

Tang Song picked up a white napkin and wiped his fingertip, asking in a low voice, "Was it good?"

Ouyang Xianyue licked her lips, her throat tightening slightly, then nodded.

"Mhm, very delicious."

"Is that so? Let me taste." Tang Song chuckled softly, leaned down, and kissed her lips.

Ouyang Xianyue inhaled sharply, almost instinctively closing her eyes.

This kiss wasn't rough, even considered slow.

But precisely because it was slow, it felt especially tantalizing.

Like the sea breeze gradually rolling onto the shore, gentle, yet offering no retreat.

The wine on the table rippled with tiny waves against the glass.

The whole world seemed to quiet down at this moment.

Leaving only the soft, fragmented sounds of contact, and the sounds of swallowing, slowly spreading through Ouyang Xianyue's senses, immersing her entire being in a dream tinged with the salty sea.

She had never experienced such palpitations before.

Her soul felt as if it were thrown high into the clouds by something, then heavily dropped.

She could even clearly feel that, with Xu Qing still standing not far away, she didn't actually have any real thought of wanting to stop.

On the contrary.

That sense of being watched yet unable to stop made the trembling and pleasure in her heart even more vivid and intense.

[Drift Value: 75%]

[Drift Value: 78%]

Lunch reached its conclusion amidst this long, viscous, deep kiss.

Xu Qing, her face flushed, collected the wine glasses, hugged the tray, and practically fled the scene.

The restaurant quieted down once more.

Ouyang Xianyue breathed slightly heavily, her fingertips lightly pressing against the table edge. After a few seconds, she finally lifted her gaze to look at Tang Song.

"This afternoon... any plans?"

"Whatever you want to do, I'll accompany you."

Ouyang Xianyue's gaze unconsciously drifted slightly towards the upper deck.

"I heard from the steward that the infinity pool on the fifth deck is temperature-controlled. There's also a hot tub, a warm air system, and glass windbreaks nearby." She paused. "The sunlight is good today, and the wind isn't too strong. It's been a long time since I last swam. Would you like to go see?"

Tang Song looked at her phoenix eyes glistening with moisture, his chest beginning to feel warm.

"Sure." His gaze swept over her body without concealment. "I'm also looking forward to seeing Madam in a swimsuit."

Ouyang Xianyue felt her entire body go soft under his gaze, subconsciously pressing her legs together, barely maintaining her composure.

"Alright then, we shouldn't get in the water right after eating. I'll go get ready. Let's meet on the fifth deck in half an hour."

Watching that figure leave, Tang Song leaned back in his chair and let out a soft sigh.

It had to be said.

This kind of dignified, elegant noble lady, gradually revealing initiative and heading towards surrender amidst restraint, was utterly captivating.

This wasn't straightforward seduction.

But the inherent temptation and tension when a normally reserved, older, elegant mature woman finally takes that step forward.

That tension woven from dignity and abandon was even more tantalizing, even more blood-stirring than a direct, physical advance.

A little over half an hour later.

Fifth Deck Entertainment Deck.

Unlike the quiet privacy of the lunch setting, the atmosphere here was clearly more relaxed, closer to a true sense of maritime pleasure space.

The infinity pool was embedded on the outer side of the deck.

The water temperature was maintained at the most comfortable level by the climate control system.

Although the Mediterranean winter sea breeze carried a chill, this area was firmly enveloped by an invisible air curtain and a surrounding warm air system.

Standing here, one not only felt no trace of cold, but it was like enjoying the breeze of a tropical island.

The azure temperature-controlled pool water emitted wisps of steam, perfectly blending with the sea-sky-oneness of the distant Mediterranean. It felt as if one could dive right into that boundless deep blue with a single leap.

Tang Song had changed into swim trunks. He first poured two drinks at the nearby Starlight Lounge, then walked to the poolside, stretching his limbs.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, clearly defined eight-pack abs, and explosive Adonis lines shimmered with a healthy, alluring glow under the sunlight.

"Tap, tap..."

Not long after, light footsteps sounded.

Tang Song turned his head.

He saw the noble lady, wrapped in a large bathrobe, walking over slowly.

The sea breeze stirred her loose black hair and gently lifted the hem of her bathrobe, faintly revealing a section of fair, rounded, beautiful leg.

That kind of half-concealed, half-revealed covering instead made one desperately want to discover what breathtaking scenery was hidden beneath that layer of soft, expensive fabric.

Ouyang Xianyue stopped about two meters away from him.

Her gaze fell on Tang Song, her breath tightening.

This body was countless times more perfect than anything she had fantasized about in her dreams.

Just one glance made her entire being tremble uncontrollably.

[Drift Value: 80%]

[Drift Value: 81%]

"Is the water temperature suitable?" Her voice sounded a bit unsteady.

"Very suitable. 28 degrees." Tang Song's gaze was scorching, like two flames fixed on her. "Madam, care to get in the water?"

Ouyang Xianyue didn't answer. She raised her hand and untied the belt at her waist.

As she slightly spread her arms, the bathrobe slid off her rounded shoulders, pooling on the deck at her feet.

Tang Song's breath hitched.

Presented before his eyes was a body of perfect, mature fullness, with not a trace of excess fat.

Covering it was only a daringly cut black bikini.

The fabric was pitifully scant.

Just a few thin black straps, tightly cinching into the plump soft flesh, carving out heart-stopping curves.

Most of the snow-white skin was thus exposed without reservation under the sunlight and sea breeze.

Black and white.

Minimalism and abundance.

Nobility and sensuality.

That extreme contrast was amplified to a nearly breathtaking degree under the sea breeze and sky light.

Moreover, this was the open-air top deck.

Such a scene inherently carried a sense of shame and stimulation from being potentially observed by heaven and earth at any moment.

Feeling Tang Song's intensely fiery gaze.

Yet, on Ouyang Xianyue's dignified, elegant face, a smile brimming with charm suddenly bloomed.

The next second, she leaned forward slightly, and her entire body leaped into the pool.

"Splash—"

Water sprayed high.

She was like a mermaid finally freed from land's constraints, plunging into that warm, azure pool water.

Also like diving headfirst into a spring dream from which there was no return.

A moment later, the noble lady emerged from the water's surface.

Her soaked long hair clung to her cheeks and neck, a few strands sticking to her collarbone. Water droplets slid slowly down her skin, refracting tiny glimmers of light in the sun.

She crossed her arms, resting them lightly on the glass edge of the infinity pool, tilting her head up to look at Tang Song, who still stood on the deck.

In those always deep, calm phoenix eyes, the last layer of reserve and pretense seemed to have been washed away by the pool water.

What remained was a kind of brazen coquettishness and invitation.

"Sir... not coming down to join me?"

"Splash—"

Without a single superfluous word, Tang Song directly leaped into the water.

Before the huge splash had fully settled, he had already closed in before her.

The corner of Ouyang Xianyue's lips curved. She lifted one beautiful leg, her toes pressing against his chest. Using the water's buoyancy, she pushed the two apart a distance with a soft yet deft motion.

As if teasing, as if toying.

The next moment, she turned and swam towards the other end of the pool.

Ouyang Xianyue's swimming skill was extremely high, clearly the result of long-term training.

But she didn't swim fast. Instead, she relaxed in the water, switching between various swimming strokes.

Every movement was graceful and composed.

First butterfly stroke, elegant motions, her shoulders, back, and waistline rising and falling in the water, her full hips undulating clearly in the transparent pool.

Then, with a gentle flip, she switched to backstroke.

The warm current supported her mature, beautiful body, making her seem to float within the blue.

That beauty wasn't the light agility of a young girl, but the fullness, composure, and nobility sedimented by time.

The charm of a top-tier mature woman was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Tang Song watched her for a moment, his gaze gradually darkening, the desire in his heart growing more intense.

He swam directly towards her.

His swimming technique was average, but his physical stamina was excellent, and his explosive power was strong.

After several back-and-forths, he finally caught up with the noble lady.

When his palm clasped her slender calf, the sensation was slippery and warm.

Water churned violently.

Tang Song exerted force, pulling that still-swimming mermaid towards him.

The water was warm. Her body was even hotter.

Ouyang Xianyue let out a soft gasp, her back colliding with his burning chest.

The thin bikini fabric lost all meaning under water pressure and force.

Their bodies pressed together seamlessly.

She could clearly feel the young, strong, powerful physique behind her.

Could feel the steady, powerful heartbeat in his chest.

Thump, thump. Like drums beating beside her ear, also like directly pounding into her long-lost defenses.

Making her very heart tremble.

"What is Madam running from?" Tang Song's voice was low, but his hands were moving.

"I... I was just..." She gasped rapidly, her full chest heaving violently above the water surface.

"Were you seducing me?" Tang Song directly interrupted.

Ouyang Xianyue's body stiffened slightly, her red lips trembling as they parted.

A layer of moisture, soaked by both seawater and desire, floated in her eyes.

"Tell me, is that it?"

Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes, her breathing growing even more erratic.

A few seconds later, she finally nodded gently. "Yes."

"Your swimsuit, did you buy it specifically for me?" Tang Song's finger hooked the thin strap, gently tugging.

"...Yes."

Tang Song's hand applied a bit more pressure, his scorching breath spraying onto her skin. "Then is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Ouyang Xianyue twisted her body gently in the water, like a fish caught in a net.

"Tell me." His voice dropped even lower, close to her ear.

[Drift Value: 85%]

[Drift Value: 88%]

The next second, Ouyang Xianyue abruptly turned around in the water, directly pressing against him, and kissed him with complete lack of finesse.

From lips to cheeks, from sharp brow bones to firm chin, then following the Adam's apple downwards, from the broad neck to chest muscles, to the tense Adonis lines and waist.

This kiss held none of the reserve of an older woman, none of the elegance of a noble lady.

Only the release after long suppression.

Greedy and urgent.

Ripples spread in circles around the two.

Tang Song looked down at her.

Looked at the finally fully torn-open repression and longing in her eyes, looked at those shells of dignity, reserve, hypocrisy, and restraint shattering layer by layer under this sea breeze and sky light.

The water surface gradually rose past her rounded, snow-white shoulders, past her alluring, dewy red lips, finally, past that elegant face.

Under the clear, azure pool water.

The high-and-mighty noble lady was willingly sinking for him.

[Drift Value: 90%]

[Drift Value: 92%]

At some unknown time, the two emerged from the pool.

Water droplets continuously dripped from their closely pressed bodies.

They stumbled as they moved.

From the semi-open-air sofa area, to the glass-enclosed lounge area, to the dim Starlight Lounge...

Fragmented sounds, low murmurs, drifted in the sea breeze, intertwining with the sound of waves, becoming the most moving prelude to this surrender.

Meanwhile, on the 4F Owner's Deck.

Xu Qing, still in her maid outfit, was curled up in a corner sofa of the living room, holding her phone and sending messages to her best friend and Jiang Yourong.

Of course, the content she sent out had undergone rigorous artistic processing.

The external version was: how impressive the yacht was, how fresh the seafood was, how beautiful the sea view was, every word deliberately feigning relaxed pleasure.

But those scenes that truly made her blush crimson, she didn't dare mention a single word.

Are you kidding?

This level of wealthy family secrets, can they be casually spilled?

If word got out, she might really be severely suppressed.

Just as she was typing intently, a series of "thump, thump, thump" footsteps suddenly came.

Coming from the internal passage connecting the 4th and 5th decks, sounding somewhat hurried, vaguely mixed with a woman's low sounds.

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, instantly realizing something, her heart leaping into her throat.

She scrambled up from the sofa, crouching to hide behind a cabinet, only daring to peek a small head out, secretly glancing towards the living room entrance.

The door was pushed open with force.

The next second, Xu Qing's entire body froze, her eyes wide as saucers, even forgetting to breathe.

Tang Song walked over from that direction, wearing only swim trunks, his wet hair still dripping, his entire body exuding an intense aura of hormones.

And in his arms, he was holding a woman, who clung to him like a koala.

She wore only a black bikini, her hair messy and clinging to her face.

I-is that Sister Xianyue?!

Xu Qing's mind buzzed, short-circuiting on the spot.

How did she end up like this?!

She almost instinctively raised her hands to cover her eyes.

But after covering them for just a second, her fingers very uncooperatively opened a tiny slit.

No choice, the scene was too shocking, she simply couldn't suppress her curiosity.

Through the gap between her fingers, she watched as Tang Song carried that usually aloof, jade-like Ms. Ouyang all the way over.

As they passed by, Ouyang Xianyue's half-closed eyes suddenly paused, clearly also seeing her hiding there.

In those always composed, calm phoenix eyes, a rare flash of panic and evasion appeared.

[Drift Value: 94%]

Xu Qing covered her eyes, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat, her mind a tangled mess.

It's over, it's over, I've really stumbled upon the scene now!

What kind of sea vacation is this? It's clearly watching a noble lady completely break down and surrender in real time!

The worst part is her, stuck right here, like a living witness, unable to escape even if she wanted to.

Help.

She felt she shouldn't be on the boat right now, but under it.

Just as her thoughts ran wild, Tang Song had already carried Ouyang Xianyue through the living room and straight into the master bedroom inside.

"Thud—"

The door closed heavily.

Sea breeze, shimmering waves, the dampness and stimulation of the open-air deck were all completely shut out.

The whole world seemed to shrink to just the atmosphere inside the master bedroom, ambiguous and scorching.

"Ah—"

The soft, wide mattress dipped slightly.

Ouyang Xianyue was brought by him deep into the bedding, her soaked hair spreading out, a few messy strands clinging to her snow-white neck and collarbone.

Water droplets slid slowly down her fair skin, blurring into small damp patches.

Tang Song's breathing was ragged. His gaze fell on her face, then slowly moved over her body, his eyes burning.

Ouyang Xianyue's beauty was never singular.

She had the richness sedimented by time, the dignified nobility ingrained in her bones, that composure and sense of propriety only a woman truly in a high position possessed.

But what was most mesmerizing was still her body.

It was a perfectly balanced fullness.

No exaggerated, unrealistic curves, no excess slackness, only a kind of plump, smooth, mature charm, like a pearl.

Like a treasure carved by time, cultivation, status, and natural endowment combined.

This was the precise queen he had nurtured bit by bit in the game, the high-and-mighty daughter of a prominent family, the chaste, self-possessed widow.

And she was losing balance, sinking, collapsing for him.

"Ouyang Xianyue." Tang Song said in a low voice. "Look at me."

Ouyang Xianyue slowly lifted her face.

In those beautiful phoenix eyes, only his reflection was mirrored now.

"Tang Song..."

She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching his face, tracing along his brow bone, nose bridge, lips, inch by inch.

As if confirming that all this before her wasn't a dream, but real.

The next second, Tang Song's movements suddenly halted.

His brow twitched, an expression of extreme astonishment appearing on his face.

"You... how could you...?"

Ouyang Xianyue's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The blush on her face instantly spread to the roots of her ears, and true shyness finally surfaced in her eyes.

[Drift Value: 95%]

[Drift Value: 97%]

She didn't explain much.

There was no need for further explanation.

She just raised her hands and gently cradled his face.

"Don't mind it. It doesn't hurt."

"Tang Song, I love you."

"I only love you."

[Drift Value: 100%]

Immediately after, this precise queen, now completely adrift and stripped of all pretense, began to display another side of herself.

The sea breeze gently stirred the curtains.

Outside the window, waves surged, layer upon layer.

...

Tang Song's rationality was gradually devoured.

By her gentleness, by her indulgence, by her burning love.

This feeling...

Was utterly fatal.