Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 58 I'd rather sleep in your bed than in the hospital.

The call was answered instantly, and a woman's voice, slightly husky with static, was deliberately lowered: "Hey, brother. When are you coming back?"

Chi Yige frowned and tapped his knuckles on the windowsill: "Where are you?"

"I'm in my own bedroom."

Chi Yige looked up at the window, his voice slightly choked, "What about Niannian?"

"What? Did I hear that right?"

Fu Yiyi's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, startling Chi Yige so much that he instinctively moved his phone away.

The phone was still ringing: "Brother, what did you just call out? Is your name Niannian?"

"Hehe, admit it, you like her, right?"

Chi Yige turned around and glanced at the few people still playing cards in the private room. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a short "hmm".

"Finally! Bro, you've finally got what you deserve!"

Fu Yiyi was so excited that she kept shouting, completely ignoring the cold sneer coming from the receiver, "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

Chi Yiyi's eyes reddened with impatience.

Fu Yiyi chattered on and on, from Wen Jinnian's appearance of curling up in bed with menstrual cramps for the past half month, to her staring blankly at fresh ingredients and only being able to eat instant noodles and self-heating meals, and even revealing the details of Jiang Shu's several visits to her.

Chi Yige took a deep drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"I'll be back in a week."

"You mean you want me to keep an eye on your love rival?"

"What do you think?"

Fu Yiyi laughed loudly, "Brother, do I need a few more bags?"

Chi Yige ran his fingertips along the edge of his phone: "I'll transfer the money later."

"Okay, I'm going to keep my future sister-in-law company right now. Niannian is so beautiful, there's a line of men vying for her that could stretch to the Pacific Ocean. If you don't come back soon..."

The call was cut off before he could finish speaking. Chi Yige stared at the flashing neon lights outside the window, a determined glint in his eyes.

Chi Yige hung up the phone and glanced at his watch, noticing that the hands of his wristwatch had already passed eleven o'clock.

He deftly pulled the black trench coat off the hanger and draped it over his arm, saying in a deep voice, "I'm going back."

The card game stopped instantly, and everyone stood up.

Duan Jiayan narrowed his eyes and blocked his way: "What's wrong? Your expression changed after hearing that phone call?"

"Private matter."

Chi Yige had already buttoned up his trench coat collar, and a chill seeped in from his cuffs. "This project is urgent, and I have to go back to China in a week."

"Wasn't the trip originally scheduled for another two weeks?"

Duan Jiayan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Wen's taut jawline. It seemed that this must be related to Wen.

Chi Yige walked straight to the elevator.

As the group arrived at the parking lot, Chi Yige had just opened the car door when his gaze was suddenly fixed on several figures in front of him.

Three or five flashy men filed out of the van, their metal earrings gleaming coldly under the streetlights, their forearms covered in tattoos peeking out from their cuffs.

He tapped the car door with his fingertips, and Duan Jiayan immediately understood. He pretended to tie his shoelaces and went behind the pillar, secretly pointing his phone camera at the crowd.

When he returned, crouching low, Chi Yige had already gotten into the back seat. "Get in and wait."

As soon as Duan Jiayan fastened his seatbelt, he saw a pair of eyes in the rearview mirror narrowed into icy blades.

He licked his back molars.

Suddenly remembering something, his expression turned serious.

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May 15th.

The "Yinian" Art Training Studio has officially opened.

Pei Tongzhou, who is skilled in sketching, joined as a core teacher, forming a team with Wen Jinnian, Fu Yiyi, and three other teachers with impressive resumes who graduated from top art schools.

The training room was not only elegantly decorated but also provided a comfortable environment, with daily servings of exquisite snacks and meals of the highest quality. These favorable conditions quickly attracted numerous scions of prominent families and relatives of wealthy individuals to enroll, making the place extremely popular.

The 96th floor was originally considered an "unpopular floor," but the opening of the "Yinian" Art Studio brought a turning point.

Within just half a month, all kinds of shops, including restaurants and cultural and creative stores, sprang up like mushrooms after rain, and decoration teams were busy coming and going.

Wen Jinnian looked at the newly opened Japanese dessert shop next door, the hand-drip coffee shop on the corner, and even the handmade aromatherapy brand she often bought had set up a counter across the street.

She stared at the bustling crowd outside the glass curtain wall, her fingertips tapping on her coffee cup as she drifted into a daze.

Could it be that I've suddenly become a "human lucky charm"?
Almost anything she likes can be found in this large, single-level shop.

Of course this is a story for later.

Wen Jinnian teaches two classes a day, two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. Each class has 10 students from prominent families. The tuition is high and the class schedule is tight, with only a 10-minute break in between.

At this moment, she is sitting in her office compiling student data and adding parents one by one into a WeChat group to communicate about their children's learning progress.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. A deliveryman in a yellow shirt handed over a large bouquet of flowers: "Miss Wen, here are your flowers."

The bouquet, wrapped in matte paper, is interspersed with white lisianthus and eucalyptus leaves amidst pale purple lavender.

Wen Jinnian ran her fingertips over the bold, lifelike words on the card: "Congratulations on your opening."

The signature "Chi Yige" carries a faint scent of ink.

So this is someone who disappeared for half a month after that night and then reappeared.

That evening, everyone was clamoring to go out for barbecue. Wen Jinnian raised an eyebrow at Fu Yiyi and asked, "Yiyi, can you stand the smoky atmosphere of a street food stall?"

The other person immediately retorted with her hands on her hips: "I'm not like those pampered young ladies raised in crystal bottles. I'm Fu Yiyi, a down-to-earth girl who understands the realities of life!"

The group burst into laughter as the two cars drove to "Hao Shao Style Skewers Specialty Shop" at 110 Portland Street, Mong Kok.

The meat skewers on the iron rack sizzled with oil, and the aroma of chili powder mixed with cumin wafted into her nostrils. Fu Yiyi rolled up her sleeves, snatched the menu, and under Wen Jinnian's helpless gaze, ordered twenty skewers of lamb kidneys. The sparkle from the fireworks made the glitter in the corners of her eyes glitter: "Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."

Fine foam spilled out as beer bottles collided.

Several people raised bottles and shouted "Great success for the opening!" Wen Jinnian raised an eyebrow at Fu Yiyi and said, "Wishing Miss Fu a prosperous business and so many red envelopes that you can't hold them all."

No one noticed that in the unassuming minivan on the street corner, Chi Yige was rubbing his temples with his eyes closed.

Duan Jiayan rolled down the car window: "Aren't you going to show your face?"

Why did you rush back so eagerly just to see Wen Jinnian, but now you're not in a hurry anymore?

Chi Yige loosened his tie, his Adam's apple bobbing in the shadows: "Go to the semi-mountain area."

Duan Jiayan had no choice but to signal Xiao Li to start the car, his gaze still fixed worriedly on the pale-faced man in the shadows: "Are you really not going to the hospital? Something's wrong with you."

Chi Yige raised his hand and pressed it to his brow, his knuckles turning white from the force: "It's nothing."

Wen Jinnian's alcohol tolerance was still quite stable, but Fu Yiyi and the others were all drunk and staggering.

Helpless, she had to call a taxi and stuff them into the car one by one.

When she finally helped Fu Yiyi into the car, she specifically instructed the designated driver: "Go to Villa No. 3 in the Mid-Levels."

Half an hour later, panting, she settled the person on the third floor. Just as she finished removing her makeup and was about to take a shower, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The entryway light pierced the darkness, revealing Chi Yige's tall figure leaning against the doorframe, his shirt stained with dark red blood.

Wen Jinnian's pupils constricted sharply: "Dr. Chi? What are you doing..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already strolled into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

She had no choice but to close the door, and only then could she see clearly his blood-soaked cuffs.

"You're injured!" She turned and went into the storage room to retrieve a medicine box. She half-squatted down, and when the iodine-soaked cotton ball touched the wound, Chi Yige let out a muffled groan as his Adam's apple bobbed.

Moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a cold, silvery glow on his pale profile. Blood stained his shirt buttons, which were stuck to his abs. She turned her face away, her ears burning: "Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

I want to see you.

He looked down at the top of her head, his eyelashes casting trembling shadows beneath his eyes. "And..." His fingertips suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling her staggering into his arms.

"I'd rather sleep in your bed than in a hospital."

(End of this chapter)