Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 16 Why is Wen so afraid of seeing me?

Four years ago, he made Wen Jinnian shoulder everything alone, and he never went to see her again. In the four years, they almost lost contact.

But now that she's back, he wants her, and his longing for her grows wildly like a vine.

“Dad, you know about that, no wonder Niannian is like this.”

Jiang Xiao raised his eyes, his gaze sharp: "If the Jiang family declines in your generation, neither of us will have the face to face our ancestors. Think thrice before you act."

After he finished speaking, he gave the other person a deep look before waving him away.

As the door closed behind him, Jiang Shu's aura changed drastically, and the obsession surging in his eyes became even more frantic.

Next month is the handover of the Jiang Group's presidency. Once everything settles down, he'll find a way.

In the port area, Qingming Festival is also called "paying respects to the mountains".

The Kowloon Tong villa district was still shrouded in a light mist in the early morning, and Wen Jinnian woke up early.

That day, Wen Jin was to accompany Jiang Xiao to Baofu Mountain to pay respects to the Jiang family ancestors, so she left Wen Jin to sweep the tombs of her parents alone.

Wen Jinian ate some breakfast casually, and Wen Jin packed up the prepared offerings and put two bunches of white chrysanthemums into the trunk.

After she finished explaining the matter to Wen Jinnian, the latter got into the car and was driven by the driver to the Chinese cemetery in Tseung Kwan O.

Rain streaks swept past the car window as the windshield wipers swung back and forth.

Wen Jinian remained silent throughout the entire journey, staring blankly at the street scene stained by the rain.

The sky was overcast and leaden, and the fine rain curtain carried a chill, making the vitality of spring feel suffocating.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, the driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened a black umbrella, but Wen Jinnian raised her hand to decline.

She carried a bamboo basket filled with food, two bunches of white chrysanthemums trembling slightly in her arms, as she walked up the damp stone steps.

Dark clouds hung low as if pressing down on her shoulders, raindrops slid down her forehead and into her collar. She looked up at the churning clouds and, in a daze, felt that the heavy grayness was just like the wool shawl her mother used to drape over her shoulders in her memory.

Wen Jinian's parents were buried together. After arranging her things, she stared blankly at the tombstone.

It is said that if it rains around the Qingming Festival, the deceased are hidden in the clouds and will come back to see you when the rain falls.

The tombstone is engraved with the names of Wen Jinnian's parents, and the characters are particularly clear after being washed by the rain.

She gently stroked the tombstone, her fingers tracing the names, as if she could feel their warmth. "Mom, Dad..." she murmured, pressing her face against the damp stone, tears silently streaming down her face, "Did you come back to see Niannian too?"

The wind, carrying raindrops, swept through the empty cemetery, with only two bunches of white chrysanthemums swaying gently in front of the graves.

Wen Jinian closed her eyes, and memories of her parents' lives flooded her mind: her father's warm smile, her mother's gentle gaze. Those beautiful memories came rushing in like a tide, making her choke up.

She arrived early; there weren't many people in the cemetery at that time.

On the east side of the cemetery, a man gently placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the grave, his gaze fixed on the beautiful face of the woman in the photo on the tombstone.

The contours of his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as those of Chi Yige.

He slowly squatted down, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"Mom, I've been searching for the truth all these years, but the murderer seems to have vanished into thin air. I've been searching abroad for so long, but to no avail. So I came back, hoping to leverage the resources of the Chi Jiang Group to hopefully find some clues."

After rambling on for a while, he looked up at the falling drizzle and said softly, "The old man will probably come later, so I'll avoid meeting him to prevent another argument from causing you worry."

"Don't worry, I promised you I'd try my best not to go against him anymore."

As Chi Yige straightened up, he glanced to the side and was somewhat surprised to see a familiar figure there.

He murmured subconsciously, "Wen Jinian, what's she doing here?"

Today she was dressed in a neat black tracksuit, her long, flowing hair tied in a high ponytail, giving her a refreshing look.

He stared at her profile as she stood with her head bowed before the grave.

My heart suddenly clenched, and images from Qingming Festival five years ago flooded back like a tidal wave.

That day, it was pouring rain, and he sat drunk in front of his mother's grave.

A surge of hatred for her father welled up within her, and the two always clashed like enemies whenever they met.

At that moment, he was gripping a dagger, the tip of which was pressed against his carotid artery. Just then, a girl with a high ponytail and wearing a school uniform rushed out, knocked the dagger out of his hand, and her eyes were full of anger.

The girl was wearing a blue and white high school uniform, and her eyes and brows still showed signs of immaturity.

She looked down at him, slumped in the rain, her almond-shaped eyes blazing with anger beneath her rain-drenched bangs. "You really want to die? Do you think you're worthy of the person on your tombstone?"

His gaze was fixed on the small red mole behind the girl's ear, so brightly red that it seemed to burn his vision.

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips, his tone filled with despair: "What do you think is the meaning of life?"

The girl glared back at him without fear, her eyes resolute.

"Look at how expensively you're dressed. There are plenty of people poorer than you, who yearn to live even more than you. If you want to find meaning in life, first learn to live well!"

Only after the girl left did he realize what was happening, get up to look for her, but he couldn't find her anywhere.

After that, he sent people to search everywhere, but to no avail.

After going abroad, he would ask others to keep an eye out every Qingming Festival, but he never received any news from the other party.

At that moment, the overlapping figures before him finally confirmed his suspicions.

Just as his thoughts were churning, Wen Jinnian had already turned and walked down the steps.

At this time, other vehicles began to arrive, presumably all of them people who came to sweep the tombs.

Chi Yige got into the car and signaled the driver to follow.

The two cars drove out of the cemetery one after the other.

Wen Jinnian looked out the window; the rain was gradually subsiding.

She wasn't in a hurry to return to Kowloon Tong. She casually mentioned a place name, and the driver headed towards Nathan Road in Yau Ma Tei.

In the back seat, Chi Yige leaned back in the custom-made luxury seat.

His fingers gripped the phone tightly; the screen displayed Wen Jinian's name.

The dialog box floated silently, and the cursor blinked on and off in the blank space.

He repeatedly typed on the keyboard, then deleted every word he had edited.

The salty sea breeze seeped in through the window cracks, brushing against his slightly trembling fingers. That fluttering excitement mixed with bittersweet anticipation grew wildly in his chest like vines.

A certain indescribable feeling is quietly sprouting in the shadows.

"Young Master, they are not heading in the direction of Kowloon Tong."

The driver turned down the volume of the financial news broadcast on TVB.

"Follow."
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The car slowly came to a stop in front of a shop near Yu Fat Plaza, 560 Nathan Road, Yau Ma Tei.

Wen Jin thought she should wander around the area a bit more and have some food, so she told the driver to go back first, saying she would take a taxi to leave later.

The driver was still worried.

"I'll be fine wandering around by myself." Only then did the driver drive away.

Chi Yige's car was too eye-catching; from the moment it entered the area, it attracted a constant stream of stares.

After all, it's rare to see such a high-end car in this area.

He parked his car next to a parking space and then got out.

His gaze followed Wen Jinian.

She was walking toward a dessert shop called am.pm.

There are many people in line right now.

Chi Yige walked silently behind Wen Jinnian, looking down at the slender figure that barely reached his shoulder.

Wen Jinian was looking down at her phone, texting, when suddenly a shadow fell over her.

The moment she turned around, her breath caught in her throat.

Chi Yige's lips curled into a half-smile: "Student Wen, are you so afraid of seeing me?"

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