Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 48 Then trust my desire, the kind that wants to meld you into my very bones.

The sound of cards being drawn continued, but everyone's ears were perked up.

"Dr. Chi, can't I find a partner?" Wen Jinnian was amused by his words and asked him a question instead of answering.

Pei Tongzhou immediately chimed in: "Wen is so beautiful, she must have a lot of suitors. She might meet some weirdos on blind dates!"

Wen Jinian lowered her eyes: "It was arranged by my family."

After several rounds, Wen Jinnian, still holding the Ace of Hearts, placed her cards on the table and said, "I lost again."

He grabbed the wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Fu Yiyi said directly, "I'm not playing anymore! You guys go play mahjong."

She pulled Wen Jin to the sofa by the window in the corner: "Is that old hag from the Jiang family causing trouble again?"

Wen Jinnian bit her lip and shook her head. Fu Yiyi, who was standing beside her, immediately understood and sighed heavily: "They just want to squeeze the last bit of value out of you. Wasn't what happened back then enough?"

Wen Jinian curled up in the corner of the sofa, taking small sips of red wine, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the glass.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of how her aunt had talked about some things today, but hadn't mentioned how she and Jiang Xiao had met.

My gut feeling is that he's hiding something from her.

Chi Yige's message quickly vibrated on Fu Yiyi's phone. She glanced at Wen Jinnian, made an excuse to turn around and walk to the window, and quickly forwarded the message back.

The woman, who was usually prickly and wary of him, now appeared somewhat lonely.

Chi Yige turned his head to the side, and could only see her slender profile.

Her outfit today made her look exceptionally youthful and innocent, with her hair falling over her shoulders and trembling gently with her breath.

Wen Jinnian gazed out the window at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour, where neon lights painted the sea with vibrant colors, and the lights of the cruise ships swayed on the waves.

Unbeknownst to her, the way she gazed at the scenery had already caught the eye of the person behind her, stirring up Chi Yige's emotions and making him inexplicably irritable.

He gripped the glass tightly in his hand, the amber liquid swirling around its surface.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Yu dragged a bewildered Pei Tongzhou to the mahjong table, the buzzing of the shuffling machine instantly shattering the noise.

Chi Yige strides across the dappled sunlight and sits beside Wen Jinnian, his tone devoid of emotion. "Wen, would you rather go on a blind date than consider my suggestion?"

The person who had been staring blankly at the floor-to-ceiling window was startled by the question.

Turning around, I met those peach blossom eyes, a hint of anger flickering in the darkness, like a flame tempered with ice.

She gave a cold laugh: "Whether you go on a blind date or not, the result is the same."

Anyway, Jiang Xiao is going to use her, and although she has a plan, it's not foolproof.

"You're just giving up on yourself!"

He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear.

Wen Jinian suddenly pushed him away, leaving red marks on his wrist with her fingernails; she was a little angry.

"Dr. Chi, ask yourself honestly, what is it about me that you like? To be your kept woman? Once the novelty wears off, will you even remember who Wen Jinian is?"

Tiny drops of water glistened on her trembling eyelashes, like butterfly wings covered in dew.

"Do you believe I have sincerity?" Wen Jinnian's nails dug deeply into her palm. "Or do you believe I can escape unscathed from those ruthless aristocratic families?"

She suddenly laughed, but her voice was low and muffled, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper. "Dr. Chi, your sincerity is nothing more than a white silk noose hanging over my neck."

A bitter feeling welled up in Chi Yige's throat as he watched her habitually curl up into a defensive posture.

Suddenly, I remembered the first time I saw her. She was radiant. Even when she was abroad, holding a microphone and confessing her feelings to him in front of the entire lab, she was still full of life.

At this moment, unease surged in her eyes.

It was clearly a wound that had been thought to have healed, now festering and festering in the shadows again.

Even many years later, Chi Yige still remembered the way she looked that broke his heart.

"Don't you believe in sincerity?"

He lightly touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, a dark undercurrent surging in his eyes. "Then believe my desire, the kind that wants to meld you into my very bones. Is that real enough?"

The crisp clinking of mahjong tiles echoed throughout the room, mingled with the laughter and banter of several people and the coquettish teasing of a woman. Chi Yige turned his head; the woman curled up in the corner of the sofa had fallen asleep sometime earlier.

Neon lights streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a line of light and shadow on her face. Long eyelashes cast shadows, and a glistening tear clung to the corner of her eye, trembling slightly with her breath.

The moment her tears were gently wiped away, Wen Jinian unconsciously shrank deeper into the sofa, a subtle movement that made Chi Yige's Adam's apple bob.

He tucked her stray bangs behind her ear.

He sighed helplessly.

He reached out and gently covered her with the thin blanket in the corner of the sofa.

Fu Yiyi had just returned from the bathroom when she saw Chi Yige unfolding a small blanket. She walked over and asked, "Brother, is Niannian asleep?"

She shrank back as she leaned closer, stung by Chi Yige's icy gaze.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Fu Yiyi felt a little sorry for her, "It seems like Jiang Xiao arranged for Nian Nian to go on a blind date."

"I see."

Chi Yige interrupted her, telling them to either go back to the hotel or to their rooms.

"What about Niannian?"

As soon as Fu Yiyi finished speaking, Chi Yige bent down and gently lifted Wen Jinnian up by placing his hands under her knees.

The sleeping woman suddenly nuzzled against his neck, the scent of jasmine from her hair mixed with a faint smell of alcohol wafting towards him.

"Her bag."

Fu Yiyi jogged over and handed him two bags. As he took them with one hand, the person in his arms unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

On the surface, Chi Min still manages the Chijiang Group.

As the heir, Chi Yige held power behind the scenes, and he was already used to strategizing in the dark of night.

The group of people playing mahjong were his best weapon.

The door to the innermost guest room slid open silently, and the smart system automatically dimmed the lights.

Chi Yige placed Wen Jinnian on the soft down bed, only to find her fingers clutching his sleeve.

Neon lights streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled patterns of light on her eyelashes. He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her slightly parted lips.

"How pathetic do you want me to be for you to believe me?"

Chi Yige was slightly out of breath. He finally managed to pry open Wen Jinnian's hand that was tightly gripping his shirt. Her unconscious groan made him pause, and his heart trembled.

After gently placing her hand back on the pillow, he sat down on the edge of the bed, put the two bags on the bedside table, and moved very carefully, afraid of making any noise that might wake her.

The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. Chi Yige took a deep breath, took out his phone, and made a call.

The phone rang for a long time in silence before a muffled voice, heavy with sleepiness, came from the other end: "Hello...Mr. Chi?"

"Investigate the Jiang family."

Chi Yige lowered his voice, but his gaze fell on Wen Jinnian's peaceful sleeping face.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed a bit more awake. "Which direction should we take?"

“Every aspect.”

Chi Yige paused, then added, "Give it to me as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he tossed it aside, his fingers unconsciously tracing Wen Jinnian's slightly furrowed brow.

But then they discovered that her forehead was very hot.

"Fever."

I touched my forehead and compared it to make a judgment.

(End of this chapter)