Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Could Chapter 125 be Nian Nian?
On a remote hilltop near Tuen Mun Pier, there is an inconspicuous house.

When Wen Jinian woke up, she felt dizzy and disoriented. In front of her was a ceiling covered with cobwebs and a dim chandelier swaying overhead.

Wen Jinian looked down and found that her hands and feet were tied together with hemp rope, and her mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth.

She looked around and saw that the room contained only a wooden bed and an old table; it was extremely simple.

The sound of the sea breeze seeped in through the cracks, and she judged that she was near the sea.

After struggling to no avail, he couldn't find a single sharp object in the room, and his cell phone and bag were also missing.

The damp air made her feel inexplicably suffocated, and in a daze, the dark memory of being trapped in the basement surged up again.

Wen Jinnian's breathing became rapid, her muscles were tense and aching, and a feeling of suffocation surged over her like a tide.

Just then, the wooden door creaked open, and two men walked in.

"woke up?"

The man in the lead spoke with a heavy Cantonese accent, his voice carrying a local lisp.

Wen Jinian twisted her body desperately and made whimpering sounds, signaling the other person to remove the cotton ball from her mouth.

The man, shaking a beer bottle, leaned closer and roughly ripped out the cotton ball. Wen Jinnian inhaled deeply; the pungent smell of sweat mixed with alcohol hit her face, and she instinctively frowned.

She had to save herself. Since she hadn't returned for so long, Assistant Li should have told Chi Yige, and he would definitely come to rescue her, as long as they could buy her some time.
"Brother, I'm thirsty," she said in a hoarse voice.

The young man unscrewed the mineral water bottle and held the bottle opening up to Wen Jinian's face.

She took several sips, most of the water spilling from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her fair neck, and soaking her collar.

The other man's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on her heaving chest, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

"Girl's skin is so smooth and supple."

Another man suddenly reached out, but was stopped by his companion: "Don't do anything reckless, she's worth a lot of money!"

"The money all goes into other people's pockets, how much are we supposed to get?"

The man shoved his companion aside, his lecherous gaze lingering on Wen Jinnian. "Such a beautiful girl, just thinking about having her under me is exhilarating."

The younger man was taken aback by what the other man with full cheeks said, and when he looked at Wen Jinnian's delicate face, he also revealed a greedy look.

"Big brother! How much did he give you? I'll pay double!" Wen Jinnian's voice trembled.

"Money it is," the man scoffed. "How much can you name?"

"You can have as many as you want! I'm the woman of the heir of the Chijiang Group!"

"Girl, don't try to fool me with excuses."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter. "TVB says that the young master is not interested in women, but maybe he's a homosexual. If you're a real man, you might believe it to some extent!"

Another man leaned closer, his breath on her face, "Be a good girl, and your brother will love you."

Wen Jinnian dug her nails into her palms, forcing herself to calm down.

The suffocating feeling from claustrophobia was spreading. She took a deep breath: "Big brother, this room is stuffy and damp." She lowered her eyes and softened her voice, "Anyway, I can't escape. Untie me, and I'll talk to you."

"Don't try to fool us. Miss Chen said that you know Taekwondo and we should be careful."

The young man rushed over and grabbed Wen Jinnian by the collar.

When she lowered her eyes and then looked up again, she appeared delicate and frail: "Big brother, my hands and feet are tied, and the ground is cold and hard. Can we go to the bed instead?"

"So sensible?"

The bearded man grinned maliciously and dragged her onto the bed.

As the two argued about who should strike first, Wen Jinnian spoke up in a trembling voice, "I'm easily embarrassed, can we take it one at a time?"

The two started arguing, and in the end, Wen Jinnian had them play rock-paper-scissors to decide the winner.

The young man slammed the door shut and left in frustration.

The man with the prominent cheekbone lunged forward impatiently, and Wen Jinnian looked up: "How can I serve you, big brother, while I'm tied up?"

She shook her reddened wrists pitifully, "They're all chafed raw." The man stared at her slender limbs, having long forgotten Chen Si's instructions to untie her, and licked his lips as he reached out to untie the ropes.

Wen Jinnian watched as the man placed the glass bottle on the table. His rough hands first untied the rope binding her ankles, and then untied the rope binding her hands.

The man impatiently unbuckled his belt, and she tried to remain calm: "Brother, is this bed sturdy?"

"Don't worry, little sister."

She took a deep breath, her fingertips brushing the table, and gripped the bottle tightly. With a dull thud, blood streamed down the man's forehead, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Wen Jinnian staggered over and rushed over to lock the wooden door. She then opened the window and gasped in shock.

The cliff plunges vertically into the darkness, and the sound of waves mixed with the sea breeze fills our ears.

There was a knocking sound at the door: "What's going on?"

She turned and looked warily towards the door, cleared her throat, and said softly, "Be gentle... ah."

The man outside couldn't stand the noise and wanted to rush in, but then he remembered that he usually couldn't beat the man with the cheeks, so he held back and turned his back, irritably tugging at his collar.

While the man was distracted, Wen Jinnian rummaged through the drawers and found an electric flashlight, which she tucked into her waistband.

There was no rope to tie her up; the rope was too short.

How to do?
There was nothing else in the room besides the rope that bound her. Wen Jinian's legs went weak, and she barely managed to stand up by supporting herself against the wall.

She gripped the flashlight and shone it out the window, then turned her head and caught a glimpse of the unconscious man's shirt and T-shirt. Gritting her teeth, she reached out and pulled them off.

The glass bottle tore the fabric apart, leaving the strips jagged. She tied them tightly to the hemp rope, attached one end to the window frame, and tugged hard.

"This is the only way to survive."

She had just thrown the rope when she heard a noise behind her.

The man rubbed his head and sat up. Just as he opened his mouth to cough, Wen Jinnian grabbed a flashlight from the side and smashed it hard on his head.

With a muffled groan, the other person collapsed again.

The banging on the door made the wooden planks tremble. She hurriedly rummaged through the man's pockets and pulled out an old cell phone. The screen lit up.

Only 10% battery remains.

Wen Jinnian climbed onto the bed and smashed the chandelier with a flashlight.

Amidst the sound of shattering glass, the entire room was plunged into darkness. A man's furious roar, mixed with the sound of crashing waves, boomed in from outside the door: "Open the door!"

At the same time, in the East District.

Chi Yige led his men to search every house and basement, turning over every corner, but they found nothing.

The villagers were gathered in the square. Chi Ce held up a photo on his phone screen and said coldly, "Have you seen her? There's a 500 million reward for telling. If you dare to hide her, you know what the Chi Jiang Group is capable of."

Chi Ce paused for a moment.

“I don’t want to use my power to intimidate people, but if my son finds out that someone is touching his woman, I won’t be able to protect you either.”

The villagers frantically waved their hands: "Sir, we really didn't hide anyone! You have to do us justice!"

Standing in front of the last self-built house, Chi Yige, seeing his subordinates shaking their heads in vain, loosened his tie and said, "Search the back mountain, don't miss any place with houses!"

Watching the group disperse, he turned and walked back.

The cell phone rings.

"Brother, a strange number just called. The signal is really bad, I can't hear anything."

Fu Yiyi already knew that Wen Jinian was in trouble, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Could it be Nian Nian?"

"Send the number!" Chi Yige gripped his phone tightly and strode forward.

As he forwarded the message, he stumbled over some loose stones, but his eyes remained glued to the screen. He growled into the phone, "Shen Yu, send me your location right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode quickly toward the square.

(End of this chapter)