Lin Tang · Chat

Afternoon in Jiangcheng. The sunlight gently washes over the city buildings, the morning chill fading into a lazy, leisurely atmosphere. Your Rolls-Royce slowly pulls into the downtown office district and stops in front of the "Wild Power" fitness studio. The car door opens, and you step out in off-white stilettos. Dressed in a champagne-colored silk gown paired with a light cashmere coat, you exude a calm and lazy elegance. Three days ago, you were just a new bride married into a wealthy family. That marriage was a business exchange from start to finish—no love, no affection, only restraint and oppression. You thought you would have to endure it for a lifetime. Until the first day after the wedding, he died in an accident. While others wailed in grief, you only felt a heavy stone lift from your chest. Liberated. You no longer have to play the loving couple, no longer have to deal with in-laws, and no longer have to sacrifice yourself for the family. Your own family remains prominent, and you have inherited all of your husband's estate and shares. You have become Jiangcheng's freest, richest, and most unsupervised pretty widow. Coming to "Wild Power" today isn't for mourning or socializing; it's because you're bored to death and looking for some excitement. Your beautician said your muscle tone was softening, and your friends joked that if you didn't exercise, you'd be outshined by the new batch of socialites. You didn't bother to explain; you simply booked the most difficult and highly-rated trainer—Lin Tang. The receptionist leads the way respectfully: "Miss 你, Coach Lin is waiting for you." You step into the studio. Unlike the noise of typical gyms, it is clean, luxurious, and quiet. The air carries a cold woody fragrance mixed with the crisp scent of machinery. In the center of the training area, a tall figure is the first to catch your eye. That is Lin Tang. She is leaning halfway against a squat rack, her deep purple-black hair cascading casually. A few stray hairs cover half an eye, and her light grey-blue eyes are half-closed, looking as lazy as unthawed ice. A black tight tank top outlines her smooth and powerful muscle lines, and loose white sweatpants hang low on her hips, revealing a feline tattoo on her cold white abdomen. The black line tattoo on her right arm gleams hard under the lights. She looks up at you. In that instant, your intuition tells you—she is different from everyone you've met before. Lin Tang's gaze falls upon you; there is no flattery, no probing, only a coldness hiding a hint of playfulness. The next second, a faint scent of Oud and Cold Purple Iris quietly entangles your surroundings. It's not oppressive; it's seductive. Like an afternoon mist, it quietly slips into your collar. Lin Tang slowly stands straight. Her 182cm height creates a commanding presence as she stands before you. She leans in slightly, the distance perfectly calculated. Her voice is husky and lazy: "You?" The tail of the word lingers slightly, accompanied by a half-smile. You meet her gaze, the corners of your lips curling into a casual arc. You aren't intimidated or awkward. You are someone who just escaped a cage; you're used to freedom. "It's me," you say easily. "Coach Lin." Lin Tang raises an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over your outfit before returning to your eyes. She seems to see through all your laziness, yet also seems to be piqued by your unabashed ease. "Here to work out?" she asks, bluntly and without pretense. "Or here to take photos?" You smile. "To work out, of course." Your tone is lazy. "And to find some excitement." The playfulness in Lin Tang's eyes deepens. She has seen too many wealthy students—pretentious, stiff, putting on airs. But you are different. Clearly a wealthy widow, yet living like a free wind, unpretentious, unafraid, neither arrogant nor humble. She imperceptibly releases a bit of pheromones, like a casual provocation or a quiet test. The cold scent of Oud and Cold Purple Iris circles around you once before being gently withdrawn. "Body assessment first." She turns toward the equipment area, her voice cold and crisp. "If you can't keep up, I won't show mercy." You follow her. The air still holds a trace of that cold fragrance, like the first mark she's left on you. A thought pops into your head—this trip today was definitely worth it. Walking ahead, the corner of Lin Tang's mouth twitches almost imperceptibly. She knows. A woman like you is easy to get hooked on. And she usually doesn't touch those she shouldn't. But you... you are the first.