Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 44 Could it be that Young Master Chi has bewitched you?

"Brother, you go ahead and get busy."

He helped her deal with Fu Yanjie, and she had nothing to say about it.

Jiang Shu took out a card from his pocket and handed it over, but Wen Jinnian raised her hand to stop him.

He sighed helplessly: "Where are you planning to move to? I have apartments in the Mid-Levels and Repulse Bay, or maybe..."

"no need."

Wen Jinian interrupted him, "If you don't want to be beaten by your uncle again, then you'd better take care of things at the company."

Jiang Shu remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded. As he stood up, he turned back to give her a deep look before leaving the villa.

Wen Jinnian's gaze fell on the stairwell.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still went upstairs and knocked on Wen Jin's door.

After a while, the door slowly opened, and Wen Jin appeared: "Niannian, what's wrong?"

"Let me take a look at Aunt's hands."

She stared at the bandage peeking out from her sleeve.

Wen Jin smiled and pulled her into the house.

The spacious and bright house, decorated in a European and American style, prompted Wen Jinnian to ask directly, "Aunt, has Uncle been good to you all these years?"

She was clearly taken aback: "Why are you suddenly asking that, child?"

Wen Jinnian caught Wen Jin's evasive gaze. "Aunt, I've always been curious, how did you and Uncle meet? Why did you marry him? Also, you've always been in good health, so why haven't you had any children?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jin's eyes became empty, as if she had fallen into a vortex of memories.

After a long silence, she sighed softly, "It's happened before..."

It turns out that Wen Jin had been pregnant in the second year after Wen Jin went abroad, but she later miscarried.

"Of course he's good to me. Over the years, in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities, has he ever shortchanged me?"

Wen Jin repeatedly stroked the pearl button on her cuff, but her voice grew weaker and weaker.

The Wen family was just an ordinary teacher's family, worlds apart from their social class.

Wen Jinian never understood why someone like Jiang Xiao, who valued family interests so much, would marry his aunt just because she was pretty.
Impossible. He even wants to maximize his own interests in his son's marriage.

Besides, what about his own marriage?
Wen Jinnian comforted her, "Auntie is still young, she will definitely have children."

"I'm not as obsessed as I used to be..."

Just as Wen Jin finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Aunt Chen pushed open the door and entered, carrying a bowl of herbal soup. The smell of medicine mixed with a bitter aroma instantly filled the entire room.

"Madam, it's time to take your medicine."

Aunt Chen gently placed the bowl on the coffee table.

Wen Jinnian stared at the bowl of medicine, a sour feeling rising in her throat: "Aunt, where do you feel unwell?"

Wen Jin lowered her eyes to look at the dregs floating on the surface of the herbal soup, her eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes: "It was a prescription given by the doctor after I miscarried many years ago. I felt it was effective, so I never stopped drinking it."

Wen Jinnian felt a dull ache in her heart, but ultimately didn't press the matter further.

After exchanging a few more casual words, he got up and left the room.

An hour later at the tea restaurant.

Wen Jinnian met with Fu Yiyi.

She took out the dregs of medicine wrapped in brown paper from her bag and pushed them over.

“Niannian, your paranoia could be applied for intangible cultural heritage status.”

"Please! Didn't you say you have a relative who understands pharmacology?"

Wen Jinnian clasped her hands together, pouted, and acted coquettishly.

Fu Yiyi couldn't take it anymore and patted her chest, cutting off the argument: "Your problems are my problems! Leave it to me!"

She suddenly leaned closer, a sly smile playing at the corners of her eyes: "Want to keep the party going tonight?"

I only slept for three hours yesterday.

"Come on, didn't you wake up around nine o'clock?"

"That was a nap! I didn't close my eyes until six in the morning."

Wen Jinnian slumped in the leather seat. Fu Yiyi suddenly lowered her voice, poked Wen Jinnian's shoulder with her fingertip, and grinned mischievously.

"Could it be that Young Master Chi has bewitched you?!"

Wen Jinian was lying on the table like a lump of mud, her whole face full of listlessness.

But when the word "late" suddenly entered her ears, she instantly straightened her back and sat up like a spring that had been switched on.

"Don't talk nonsense." She pretended to be angry.

Just kidding, how could I possibly have anything to do with him?

"Yiyi! If you keep talking nonsense, I'm really not going to talk to you anymore!"

Wen Jinian quickly composed herself and pretended to ignore her.

Seeing this, Fu Yiyi finally let go of the topic and shook her arm coquettishly, "Then will you come play with me again today?"

"Where to? The bar is too noisy."

"Let's go to the secret bar XX on the fifth floor of the Rosewood Hotel today. I guarantee no one will bother us."

Fu Yiyi's eyes sparkled as she enthusiastically promoted, "It's perfect for relaxing!"

Just as Wen Jinian was about to refuse, her phone beeped with a message notification.

She swiped open the screen, and a message from Jiang Xiao immediately caught her eye.

The list above shows the dates he met with several scions of prominent families that he had chosen.

A wave of frustration washed over her, and she bit her lower lip: "Fine, let's go tonight! We'll drink until we drop!"

"This is my good Niannian!" Fu Yiyi cheered, pulled her to her feet, and the two of them slung their bags over their shoulders and hurried out the door.

The two felt they had plenty of time, so they went to the mall.

At this moment, in the private club on the 52nd floor of the Rosewood Hotel, Chi Yige wore a simple light brown T-shirt and a pair of flowing linen wide-leg pants, sinking into a dark brown leather sofa.

Her eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyes, and her eyes were half-closed, making it unclear whether she was awake or asleep.

At the mahjong table, Duan Jiayan's shuffling of the tiles created a clattering sound, and Shen Yu pursed his lips while holding the mahjong tiles.

"He's only here for one night? It's so noisy here, how can he possibly sleep?"

Fu Liancheng glanced at the sofa.

"I can't sleep if it's noisy."

Shen Yu slammed the cards down on the table. "I've had this insomnia for years."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of the club room. Secretary Li stood at the door, clutching a file bag and looking nervous.

Chi Yige seemed to sense something, slowly opened his eyes, and raised his chin to signal the other person to come forward.

He glanced at the contents of the inner pages and parted his thin lips slightly: "It seems that it's time for the old guys in the group to retire."

The clatter of mahjong tiles from the four players abruptly stopped, and they all turned to look at them. "What happened?"

Duan Jiayan pushed the cards over onto the table.

"See for yourself."

Chi Yige threw the documents onto the coffee table.

Shen Yu immediately pushed back his chair and leaned closer, his brows furrowing even more deeply: "These people want to intimidate you? Hmph, the Chijiang Group is not one for them to play tricks behind your back!"

"Begin acquiring all the hotels in the port area." Chi Yige's gaze turned cold as he suddenly turned to Shen Yu.

The latter understood immediately and replied, "Don't worry, leave the publicity, marketing, and brand style to me, I guarantee it will be done."

Fu Liancheng raised his hand: "I can help too!"

Chi Yige nodded, his long fingers reaching into the folder to pull out a stack of documents: "Due diligence, negotiation and signing, asset handover, and subsequent integration and operation, Shen Yu, I'll leave all of this to you."

He smiled slightly, a look of trust in his eyes. "With your silver tongue that can turn black into white, I trust you."

After Xiao Li left the room, Shen Yu straightened his collar and called out, "Don't linger, eat something first. We still have to work at eight o'clock tonight, so we need to be well-rested."

Upon hearing this, Chi Yige lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa and said in a low voice, "It's in the next private room, which is convenient."

His phone suddenly vibrated as soon as he finished speaking.

Unlocking the screen reveals a short video. In the video, a woman wearing a fitted halter dress leans against the driver's seat of a Ferrari with her legs crossed. Her long hair is tossed by the airflow inside the car, and her focused grip on the steering wheel exudes a cool and confident vibe.

He chuckled softly and continued scrolling down.

(End of this chapter)