Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 36 Your waist is very flexible…

Knock knock knock! Wen Jinnian knocked on the window of the Maybach.

The moment the glass slid down, her pupils contracted sharply: "Dr. Chi, it's you?"

This title seemed to be etched into her instincts.

The driver's side window rolled down at the same time, and Shen Yu leaned out. "Hey, Wen! Where are you going to have fun dressed like that?"

"I am busy."

Wen Jinnian coughed lightly and mumbled something.

"Oh." Shen Yu drawled out the last syllable, winking and emphasizing, "I understand!"

Wen Jinian looked at the back seat again.

The man was slumped in the leather seat, half of his face hidden in shadow, and the top two buttons of his suit collar were undone, revealing his delicate collarbone.

The platinum watch bracelet on his wrist reflects a cold light, and the aura he exudes makes the air feel oppressive.

As he turned his head to look out the window, his eyes lingered on the woman's clothing.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips traced the subtle patterns on his cuffs, seemingly unintentionally.

"Dr. Chi, I'm so sorry, I bumped into your car."

She used the word "you," which seems to be a respectful title symbolizing status.

She wanted to keep a clear distinction between herself and him.

The woman leaned closer to the window, lowered her head slightly, and continued, "Settle it privately?"

Chi Yige chuckled softly, recalling what she had said that day.

Just like my sisters.

His voice was lazy and clearly displeased when he spoke.

"Wen, are we that close?"

That's a very good question.

Wen Jinnian cursed him under her breath, "Are we even acquainted?"

I wouldn't say we weren't close! The lingering warmth of that night still feels like it's branded on my skin.

They had been completely honest with each other, kissed, touched, and looked at each other...

At this moment, even though we're separated by the car window, it feels like we're looking through frosted glass.

Her throat tightened, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, as if she had been smuggled out a whole bottle of plum wine.

It's April, but the evening breeze is still cool.

She said they were familiar with each other, but she didn't even know what he liked to eat.

The questions from the Hong Kong district's heir are really tricky.

Chi Yige looked quite aloof in his suit and tie; in Wen Jinnian's words, he was impeccably dressed.

She hurriedly looked away.

But the gaze was too intense, fixed on the back of her neck, so hot that she could barely stand.

"Is it hard to answer?" he laughed.

"Do you think we're familiar with each other?" Wen Jinnian asked in return.

A man's low laughter came from inside the car, and Shen Yu, in the driver's seat, didn't dare to make a sound.

Is this a topic he can listen to?

He tried his best to minimize his presence.

Wen Jinnian saw Chi Yige move closer to the window and beckon to her with his finger.

As if bewitched, did they really think she would take the bait?
She leaned over, her hands resting on the car window. Chi Yige leaned out, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with tiny stars, his voice alluring.

"I feel quite familiar with them, so familiar that..."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her flushed earlobe, "Your waist is so supple..."

Sure enough, Wen Jinian's initial goodwill towards him for helping her a few days ago vanished completely.

She stood up angrily, took out her phone as if to make a call, and said, "Did you get it privately?"

Is the little fox angry?

Chi Yige pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, a playful smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with a sweet, honey-like amusement.

It seems those books weren't a waste of time; at least he successfully made people remember him.

Even if the impression might not be very good.

"private."

The word was spoken so tenderly and beautifully that even Shen Yu in the passenger seat got goosebumps all over.

Wen Jinnian pointed to the scratched paint on the Maybach's rear bumper. "Then, Dr. Chi, please calculate the repair cost and send it to me on WeChat." She then waved politely and turned around.

In Chi Yige's eyes, it was a graceful turn in her high heels, her off-white skirt sweeping through the night breeze, as she got into the Ferrari.

With the roar of the engine, the car changed direction and drove off.

The rearview mirror reflected a hand with distinct knuckles leaning against the car window.

Wen Jinnian took a deep breath and looked away.

She has a hand fetish and likes beautiful hands.

Wen Jinnian caught a glimpse of Fu Yiyi's chair reclining, half of her body shrank into the shadows.

"What are you afraid of?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I...I'm afraid you'll start fighting!" Fu Yiyi's voice was weak.

Wen Jinian didn't think much of it and was amused by her reaction, waving her hand and saying, "Let's settle this privately."

"Okay, anyway, my car is covered by insurance, so it's fine."

Fu Yiyi chuckled dryly, "You're familiar with this?"

“Not familiar with him,” Wen Jinnian said coldly, staring at the road ahead. “He’s someone we can’t afford to offend.”

As the Ferrari's taillights flickered on and off at the bend, about to disappear, Shen Yu tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "Isn't this Miss Fu's car?"

Chi Yige stared at the receding crimson figure, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Hmm."

"They went to Lan Kwai Fong," Shen Yu reminded them in a low voice.

The air froze for two seconds, then Chi Yige suddenly loosened his tie: "Follow me. Have Duan Jiayan book a private room."

"Didn't they say they were going to the teahouse?" Shen Yu's hand trembled, almost touching the solid line. "Do you know where they're going?"

Chi Yige stroked the dark pattern on his cuff, his tone nonchalant.

"Yiyi's personality."

"Let's go to the newly opened Versus Club," Shen Yu replied.

Okay, I was originally going to a private club for drinks.

Shen Yu gripped the steering wheel, and Chi Yige's taut jawline was reflected in the rearview mirror.

The truth is out.

Wen Jinian was the first person to make Chi Yige change his mind; he really hated those clubs with DJs who were rocking the place.

Versus is one of the larger clubs in the port area.

The owner is from mainland China, and the venue is friendly to Mandarin speakers.

The moment you push open the door to Versus Club, you're hit with deafening electronic music and DJing sounds.

VisualSide's dynamic ceiling LEDs are integrated with lighting effects.

The atmosphere was wonderful.

The crowd swayed to the beat of the drums, and the heat, the aroma of alcohol, and the smell of sweat filled their nostrils.

The marble floor beneath her feet vibrated with the heavy bass, and when the lights swept over her head, Wen Jinnian felt her ears were going to go numb.

"Let's go to the booth first!" Fu Yiyi shouted close to her ear.

As soon as they sat down in the booth, several pairs of eyes were fixed on them.

The bar manager, dressed in a black suit, approached: "What would you two ladies like to drink? Champagne or whiskey?"

"Champagne." The sound was quickly drowned out by the music.

Their eyes scanned the booths and quickly locked onto the large booth in the upper right corner.

A dozen or so men and women sat together, with a bottle of whiskey worth about a thousand yuan on the table.

Fu Yiyi's gaze fell instantly as she stared at the booth. Wen Jinnian, who was beside her, followed her gaze and immediately spotted Jiang Beisen in the center of the crowd.

He was flanked by two smiling girls, who were shaking dice with a clattering sound.

Fu Yiyi grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

She understood Fu Yiyi's feelings all too well. This boy, whom she had secretly loved since high school, still took her efforts for granted after rejecting her confession.

These days, they don't even invite people to gatherings anymore, and they deliberately send ambiguous signals in social situations.

What's even more outrageous is that the money spent on Jiang Beisen over the years has long become his personal ATM.

Wen Jinnian reached out and grasped Fu Yiyi's trembling hand. Through the deafening music, she took out her phone and quickly typed: "Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him."

Wen Jinnian took out two veils from her bag and handed one to Yiyi, while she tied the other herself.

She casually slung her bag over her shoulder and walked straight toward the booth where Jiang Beisen was, wearing high heels.

Hmph hmph hmph hmph! I'll write a really explosive sequel!

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