Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 40? What? Didn't you say you were going to serve me?
As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yige leaned forward, picked up a small plate of fruit from the coffee table, and gently placed it in the hands of the woman who was hiding in his arms.

Then, he picked up a toothpick, tied a grape to it, and with a gentle smile, said softly.

"Have one, baby."

His voice was so soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, and his eyes were full of doting affection.

Wen Jinian shrank back abruptly, completely unprepared for his intimate gesture.

That "baby" was uttered with tenderness and lingering affection.

She looked up and met the man's incredibly affectionate gaze.

He gazed at her as if she were a lover he had been with for many years.

Wen Jinnian lifted her veil slightly and subconsciously bit into the grape.

Chi Yige's gaze followed her movements closely, and as he looked at her slightly pouting lips, he felt a strange, indescribable flutter in his heart.

He coughed softly to cover his distraction.

For a moment, everyone in the private room was stunned. No one expected that the usually aloof and arrogant young master would speak to a woman in such a gentle tone.

Unwittingly, Chi Yige has completely refuted those false rumors today.

At this moment, Zhou Shiyi stepped forward, glanced around, and said, "All of you waiters, come over here and line up."

Five or six waiters stood nervously to the side.

Zhou Shiyi scanned them one by one and asked, "Just all of you?"

Several waiters nodded in response.

They knew perfectly well what was going on, so how could they dare to reveal that the woman in the young master's arms was also wearing their waitress uniform?

They were perfectly aware of the stakes involved.

It's also possible that his female companion enjoys cosplay.

Just then, Zhu Yiqun, who was standing next to him, frowned and said with a puzzled look, "That's really strange. We just checked the surveillance footage and we clearly saw a waiter come out of our private room and then come in here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Jiayan stepped forward and said calmly, "Maybe you misread the surveillance footage!"

Then, the bar manager hurriedly walked in from the back, holding a tablet in his hand, his face full of apologetic smiles.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Zhou, there might have been a slight error in the data from the backend. The woman in the surveillance footage did not enter this private room; she walked forward instead."

"How can this surveillance system malfunction?" Zhou Shiyi snatched the tablet away.

His complexion was getting worse.

Duan Jiayan gave the waiter a wink, and the waiter understood immediately. He then reopened several bottles of wine and filled the wine glasses to the brim.

"Please, gentlemen. Since you dared to search for people but found nothing, then these wines are yours to drink in one go."

Duan Jiayan's cold voice came through.

The men stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the row of bottles of beer that the waiter had poured for them, five bottles of beer opened one after another.

"What? Young Master Chi invited you for drinks, and you're not even giving him any face?"

Duan Jiayan raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of disdain.

“No, no, no,” Fu Yanjie said hastily, “We’ll drink, we’ll drink.”

As he spoke, he pulled Zhu Yiqun along.

But at that moment, Fan Tong suddenly felt something was wrong, and her body suddenly became hot.

She subconsciously tugged at her collar, touched her neck, and muttered, "It's a little hot."

The people who were asked to do so walked reluctantly to the coffee table, their faces full of unwillingness.

They shakily picked up the wine glasses, tilted their heads back, and, suppressing their discomfort, slowly drank the wine in one gulp.

Duan Jiayan, who was standing to the side, smiled slyly and said, "Everyone, cheer them on and give them some encouragement. Don't let a drop be wasted, this wine is very expensive."

Upon hearing this, the men's hands trembled violently, and they almost dropped their wine glasses.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jinnian couldn't help but tremble slightly. She wanted to laugh but had to hold it in, and her expression was quite comical.

Chi Yige looked at the person in his arms, feeling both annoyed and amused.

He gently squeezed her waist with his hand, and Wen Jinian's body trembled violently. She subconsciously snuggled closer to him.

Wen Jinian glared at him angrily, then mischievously moved her hand slowly toward Chi Yige's thigh. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her small hand approach little by little, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in his heart.

She wanted revenge.

But these little gestures made him feel like she was a trapped kitten, both cute and irresistible to tease.

However, when her hand touched a certain spot, his body instantly stiffened.

Suppressing a surge of emotion, he whispered in her ear, "Wen, where are you touching?"

Wen Jinnian stared wide-eyed in surprise: "You...you know me?"

Chi Yige snorted: "I'd recognize you even if you were ashes. What, are you still going to let go? You really want to pinch me?"

"I...I didn't..." Wen Jinian panicked and tried to stand up, but her hand unconsciously clenched again.

Wen Jinian cursed inwardly.

Who heartless person said he couldn't do it? She looked down at her small hands.

It's impossible to hold onto.

In contrast, Chi Yige's entire body was stiff.

The moment Wen Jin's thoughts exploded with a roar, a scalding force suddenly enveloped her wrist.

The man held her small hand firmly in his palm, his deep voice saying, "Don't move."

The warm yellow light in the private room mingled with the sour aroma of whiskey, fermenting in the air.

Fan Tong's forehead was beaded with sweat as she gripped the empty wine glass and swirled it: "I really can't take it anymore, this wine is making me feel irritable."

Duan Jiayan gave a wink to the side, and the bodyguards tacitly stepped back. The group stumbled and staggered out, leaning against the wall.

Shen Yu was puzzled: "Something's not right with this wine."

“No problem,” Duan Jiayan replied.

The problem was the alcohol in their private room.

Duan Jiayan's gaze fell on the woman who was still hiding in Chi Yige's arms.

It's disheartening to think that life is unpredictable.

They had followed Chi Yige since they were young. If they didn't know him well, who would believe that this cold-faced devil would allow a woman to be so close to him?
Back in high school, a girl undressed in front of Chi Yige to deliver a love letter, but he didn't even lift an eyelid before turning around and leaving.

There wasn't a trace of pity or tenderness shown towards her.

In a daze, she met Chi Yige's gaze.

He immediately understood, clapped his hands twice, and said, "Let's go! The music in the booth is really lively, let's go dancing!"

Everyone stood up in unison and filed out.

The moment the door to the private room closed, the noise was shut out, leaving only the warm yellow light casting soft shadows on the two people.

The air was filled with the tangy aroma of whiskey, which mingled with the faint fragrance emanating from Wen Jinian.

Chi Yige couldn't help but frown slightly.

In the silence, Wen Jinnian could clearly hear their heartbeats intertwined. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and Chi Yige's heartbeat seemed to be responding to hers.

Her body tensed, and a chill ran down her neck. She realized it was time to break free from that burning embrace.

She struggled slightly, but Chi Yige's hand gripped her wrist firmly like an iron clamp.

The lights in the private room cast dappled shadows on her face, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

No solution.

She was deflated. Should she slap him?

Chi Yige's breathing became slightly heavier. He could feel the warmth of her body and even smell the fragrance of her hair.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a hint of frivolity: "What? Didn't you say you'd serve me? Are you scared now?"

Chi Yige: "The dating manual is becoming more and more useful."

Duan Jiayan, Shen Yu: "Tch."

…



(End of this chapter)