Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 35 What the hell?! They've got some nerve.

Wen Jinian's heart clenched painfully.

Memories of those late nights spent curled up alone on the sofa came flooding back.

Her voice was hoarse, like it was wrapped in cotton, as she weakly called out "Brother".

Jiang Shu turned around, clearly not expecting her to come, "Niannian."

She lifted the first-aid kit, her voice trembling, "I heard everything."

Jiang Shu suddenly stood up from the sofa, but Wen Jinnian stepped forward and pressed him down, causing him to fall back onto the sofa.

"Take off your clothes." Wen Jin's tone left no room for argument.

“My dad and I,” Jiang Shu tried to explain.

"No need to explain," Wen Jinian interrupted him.

In the dim light, the wind leaking through the French windows carried a chill, causing the curtains to be lifted and then lowered again.

Wen Jinian rummaged through the medicine box and took out some ointment.

His back was crisscrossed with hideous whip marks, which gleamed with blood scabs in the flickering light.

When her fingertips, dabbing at the ointment, touched his cold skin, his body tensed abruptly. She whispered, "Don't move."

I gently applied the ointment along the lines of the wound. There were still old wounds on my back, which had already scabbed over.

A sudden soreness rose in her nose. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. As the ointment was applied to her back, Jiang Shu's body, wrapped in a thin blanket, trembled violently. The wound pulled at the skin and flesh beneath the fabric, causing it to shake.

"Brother, stop going against Uncle."

The woman's voice was muffled, and the last syllable sounded like crumpled paper.

"Niannian..."

A hot tear fell onto his back, making a soft "thud".

She hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows beneath them. "I'm sorry, brother, let bygones be bygones!"

She paused for a moment, then said her thoughts, "I plan to move out."

"What?" Jiang Shu suddenly turned around, the movement of pulling at his wound made his face turn pale instantly, and he gasped.

His reddened eyes were fixed on Wen Jinian. "You're moving out?"

Wen Jinian took a deep breath, her throat tightening.

"The art training institution is almost finished with renovations, and I'm thinking of finding a place nearby so that my commute will be more convenient."

She clutched the hem of her clothes, knowing that this was the best time to speak, and as for her aunt, she had a reason to persuade her.

“Brother, Uncle is also hoping that you will support the Jiang family. It might be better for everyone if I move out.”

"He clearly intends to send you into a political marriage; just look at the way those people are looking at you."

Jiang Shu's Adam's apple bobbed, the second half of the sentence, "with ill intentions," stuck between his teeth.

But didn't he also have other thoughts about her?

Memories pierce the heart like barbs; the tragedy four years ago is like an insurmountable obstacle, standing between the two of them.

Looking at Wen Jinian's lowered eyes, regret, self-blame, and remorse welled up inside him. His fingertips trembled slightly, but he stubbornly held his neck up: "Can you stay?"

He knew he was suppressing his surging emotions, yet he still cruelly wanted her to stay where he could see her every day.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face showed defeat and compromise.

His beloved has grown up.

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The next day, on the open-air balcony of the second-floor living room, Wen Jinian curled up in a beige sofa, her fingertips swiping rapidly across the tablet screen, rushing to finish the comic that her readers were urging her to update.

Just as I finished sketching out a short storyboard, my phone suddenly vibrated, and Fu Yiyi's video call popped up.

She casually pressed the speakerphone button, and a woman's clear voice immediately boomed from the receiver: "Niannian! Are you free tonight? Come with me to a bar!"

Wen Jinnian: "..."

"Surveilling Jiang Beisen?" She looked down at the tablet, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the screen, the exaggerated panels in the comics flashing across her eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the phone camera and saw a woman standing in front of an enormous wardrobe, rummaging through her clothes.

Upon hearing her words, the woman froze, pouting and muttering, "You're too direct! I'm not that love-struck. I was just infatuated with a boy when I was in school."

She suddenly lowered her voice, and the rustling sound of fabric coming from the phone came through: "Now I have a new benchmark for love!" "Just which genius could make Yiyi, who used to want to have 'Jiang Beisen' etched on her face, completely change her mind?"

A mysterious laugh came from the other end of the line, "My brother is the epitome of innocence; he'll be my benchmark from now on."

"Niannian, you have to come with me!" she pleaded. "A relationship has to be resolved. I need to see his true colors with my own eyes before I can give up."

Wen Jinian reluctantly agreed.

The person on the other end of the phone immediately perked up: "Great! You can keep drawing comics. We're about the same size, I'll help you pick out your dress!"

The latter nodded casually, unaware that the person on the other end of the video was holding a sexy beige slip dress, their eyes gleaming with cunning.

When Wen Jinian was forced by Fu Yiyi to wear that sexy beige slip dress, she was completely taken aback.

Aside from her still innocent and naive appearance, she was filled with resistance.

Fu Yiyi said, "Niannian, if you go out like this, I don't know how many young men and women you'll steal away!"

Wen Jinian frowned as she looked at her shapely figure in the mirror.

A look of despair.

“Look, I’m wearing a bodycon dress.” Fu Yiyi tossed her Ferrari keys to Wen Jinian. “You can drive the car now.”

Wen Jinian's outfit today was too outstanding. The suspender dress outlined her exquisite curves. Her long hair, which was usually tied in a ponytail, was loosely tied up, and her earrings swayed gently with her movements. She repeatedly tidied her stray hairs in front of the rearview mirror, and her ears turned red.

It's just like a young woman getting into a bridal sedan chair for the first time.

The interior of this custom Ferrari is extremely luxurious, with a limited-edition crystal diffuser on the center console that gently rotates with the air conditioning vents, refracting tiny sparkles.

The leather seats are embroidered with gold-stamped vine patterns, which echo the subtle patterns on the inside of the doors.

The roof features a starry sky design, with blue lights flickering to create a romantic atmosphere.

Wen Jinian had always known that Fu Yiyi came from a well-off family.

Fu Yi leaned against the passenger seat, his long fingers holding up his phone and pointing it at her. The camera panned across her collarbone, which was faintly visible on her chest, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Niannian's figure is even more alluring than the streamlined body of this Ferrari."

"Stop it, I'm driving!"

Fu Yiyi quickly pressed the shutter button and teased, "Don't I know your driving skills? If you weren't at the Jiang family's house, I bet you'd be speeding around in your Harley-Davidson by now."

She swiped her finger across the screen, zooming in on the photo of Wen Jinian's blushing face, "Look, this expression is even more vivid than when you landed the 300 million order."

She couldn't help but click her tongue a few more times while looking at the photo.

What would her older brother think if he saw Wen Jinian like this?

At the turn, the hazard lights on Fu Yiyi's left passenger seat flashed briefly.

Just listen to a "bang" sound.

Wen Jinian stepped on the brakes.

Rear-ended.

Looking up, I saw a stretched Maybach parked in front of me.

Fu Yiyi was also quite frightened by the sudden impact.

"My bad, my bad."

But when she saw the license plate number of the car in front of her, her heart skipped a beat.

Fu Yiyi's eyes darted around, a sly smile spreading across her face. She whispered, "Niannian, it looks like we'll have to rely on your charm this time, otherwise we won't be able to go to the bar today."

Wen Jinian glanced at her speechlessly.

Fu Yiyi, however, kept suppressing her laughter, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Wen Jinian took a deep breath and opened the car door.

"What the hell! They've got some nerve!"

The person in the driver's seat instinctively swore.

But when he saw the figure of someone getting out of the car through the rearview mirror.

"Fuck."

A stunningly beautiful woman.

(End of this chapter)