Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 78 He Wants a Recognition

"What? Your own father wants to see you, and you're giving him the cold shoulder?"

Chi Yige sat down on the sofa on the other side, the metal lighter clicked and a flame burst out, and the moment the cigarette was lit, white smoke carrying a spicy aroma spread out.

Chi Ce stared at him silently until half a cigarette ash fell into the celadon ashtray.

“I’ve never seen anything like it before…” Chi Yige stubbed out his cigarette, a cold laugh escaping from between his teeth, “Which father is siding with outsiders?”

"After all, Lieutenant Shi saved my life back then."

Chi Ce sighed deeply, his fingertips tracing the rim of the teacup.

The crystal chandelier in the hall cast a cold light, cutting an invisible wall of ice between the two people.

The father and son were always on the verge of conflict because of outsiders.

Chi Yige lowered his eyes and stared at the scarlet ashtray, then chuckled.

"My mom and I were followed when we traveled abroad years ago, and it might have something to do with you, my good adjutant."

Chi Yige spoke slowly.

Chi Ce's hand holding the teacup trembled violently, spilling amber tea onto the sandalwood table. He hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe it up, his voice trembling: "Impossible! He saved me, and has always been loyal..."

"loyalty?"

Chi Yige scoffed, "The Chi family is incredibly powerful and wealthy; you'll live a life of luxury following you."

Chi Ce suddenly looked up, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Where's the evidence?"

"Looks like your brain isn't completely rusted yet."

Chi Yige stood up and patted the wrinkles in his suit. "I'm tired. I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell, leaving Chi Ce slumped on the sofa, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

Five minutes later, Li Mingyi stepped into the hall and respectfully handed a stack of documents to Chi Ce: "Master, this is the evidence that the young master found abroad."

Chi Ce's fingertips trembled slightly as he took the document. "Understood, you may leave."

An hour later, Chi Yige went to another building in the back garden. Li Mingyi was already waiting at the door and said in a low voice, "He's in the basement."

As the elevator descended, a musty smell mixed with the scent of rust hit him. Chi Yige pushed open the iron door, and under the dim incandescent light, a person tied to a stone pillar was trembling, with a black cloth bag over their head.

Chi Yige dragged over a stool and sat down. Li Mingyi stepped forward and pulled off the cloth bag. Shi Zhenxiang suddenly looked up, her pupils shrinking as she saw who it was. She twisted her body desperately, crying, "Young Master Chi! Please save me..."

"Why do you think I would save you?" Chi Yige asked casually, fiddling with the silver button on his cuff.

It's very cold.

Shi Zhenxiang's eyes reddened with anxiety, "Old Master Chi promised to make me his daughter-in-law! You can't..."

"He promised, go find him."

Chi Yige scoffed, crossed his long legs, and leaned closer, elbows on his knees. "I find you disgusting to even look at."

"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"

Chi Yige was clearly getting impatient.

"What did Miss Wen do to offend you that made you want to follow her across borders?"

Shi Zhenxiang tilted her head back and let out a sharp laugh, her eyes sweeping over Chi Yige's cold expression: "Wen Jinnian is nothing more than a dog kept by the Jiang family..."

"Snapped!"

Li Mingyi slapped Shi Zhenxiang across the face, sending her head slamming to the side and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Chi Yige stood up and approached her, pinching her chin with his knuckles: "If you dare to insult her again, I'll lock you up with the dogs."

He ran his fingertips over her swollen cheek, then released her hand in disgust.

Li Mingyi immediately handed over a wet wipe.

He wiped it casually. "Miss Wen is better than you in every way."

After saying that, he threw the wet wipe into the trash can.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and the lighter flickered, producing a pale blue flame. Chi Yige lowered his eyes and lit the cigarette, the flame making the corners of his eyes appear red.

He took a deep breath, and as white smoke billowed from between his teeth, Shi Zhenxiang couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but she was terrified by his aura.

The smoke, carrying the pungent nicotine, wafted over her, making her throat tighten and sending cold sweat down her spine.

The next second, the man spoke, his voice sounding like it had climbed up from the eighteenth level of hell: "You're not even worthy of carrying her shoes."

"Why?"

Shi Zhenxiang suddenly laughed, "I'm just not convinced. I'm not only tracking him down in China, but I've also issued a kill order in Hong Kong. Humph, so what if you tie me up? Let her stay in her room all day long if she dares."

Chi Yige listened to her rant without even glancing at her. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out, and threw it in the trash can.

"Throw her into the dog cage."

He said those words and then turned and left.

Behind him came Shi Zhenxiang's shrill plea for mercy.

A few minutes later, Li Mingyi quickly caught up with Chi Yige, who had already reached the garden: "Young Master."

"Investigate which gang!"

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. With the gang's kill order, Miss Wen was in grave danger.

Chi Yige looked up at the sparse stars in the sky, and the lights of Victoria Harbour in the distance illuminated the masts, which shattered into a flowing river of light in his eyes.

The night wind ruffled the hem of his clothes, and he clenched his fist.

Li Mingyi suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and called out to Chi Yige, who was quickening his pace, "Young Master! We've just returned to the country. Miss Wen and Miss Fu are currently in the hillside. Are they in danger?"

Chi Yige abruptly stopped, then strode towards the garage: "Prepare the car immediately! Bring all the bodyguards you can!"

Just listening to this, Li Mingyi's palms instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

If anything happens to the two young ladies, the young master might turn the entire port area upside down.

No matter how many informants a gang has, they can't match the ever-present sense of a reporter.

Chi Yige gripped his phone as he sat in the back seat, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He knew all too well that the news of him and Wen Jinnian returning to China on the same flight would inevitably be captured by some reporters, and at the time he was happy to have it exposed.

He wanted to be recognized as a person.

The call was dialed, but all that came through the receiver was a long busy tone.

Chi Yige's Adam's apple bobbed, and veins throbbed on his forehead: "Speed ​​up!"

The convoy behind them followed closely.

With engines roaring like thunder and tires screeching as they pierced the night like arrows, the black convoy sped toward the mountainside.

Chi Yige's trembling fingers dialed Fu Yige's number again, but the receiver still only gave a cold busy tone.

Without hesitation, he dialed Wen Jinian's cell phone, cold sweat dripping down his jawline, his lips moving incessantly: "Answer the phone... answer the phone now!"

Li Mingyi pressed the accelerator, and the black sedan sped along the winding mountain road like an arrow, compressing what would normally be a journey of at least twenty or thirty minutes into fifteen minutes.

The tires screeched violently against the ground, finally coming to a screeching halt in front of the villa.

Chi Yige practically slammed the car door open and rushed out, his suit and tie askew, heading towards the villa's gate.

The villa's carved wooden doors were wide open, crystal chandeliers swayed overhead, and shards of broken porcelain mixed with spilled red wine left dark red streaks on the floor.

Chi Yige looked at the mess on the ground and panicked. "Niannian! Yiyi!"

(End of this chapter)