Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 45 You've finally figured it out.

He lightly swiped his finger, and the next photo showed a woman in front of a department store counter, gazing down at the profile of a haute couture gown on a hanger.

very serious.

Chi Yige's lips unconsciously curled up. He stroked the screen with his fingertips for a moment, then suddenly opened the WeChat transfer interface and quickly entered a string of numbers.

He casually tossed his phone aside, glanced at everyone, and said, "Have a good time tonight."

Duan Jiayan raised an eyebrow and nudged Shen Yu's shoulder, chuckling in a low voice, "Did the sun rise in the west? You were just looking gloomy, what's with the sudden change of heart?"

Shen Yu glanced at Chi Yige's slightly upturned lips and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"It seems that someone can control our Crown Prince's unpredictable moods."

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Inside Harbour City shopping mall in Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon.

Fu Yiyi's phone screen displayed a text message notification. She opened it to see a transfer of five million yuan. A smile crept onto her face; it seemed Nian Nian might become her sister-in-law.

Payment received.

She grabbed several sets of clothes and insisted on stuffing them into Wen Jinian's arms, making her try them on.

After she changed and came out, Fu Yiyi waved her hand and packed all the clothes to pay for, saying with a grin, "This is your payment for helping me deal with Jiang Beisen and his gang yesterday!"

Wen Jinian repeatedly declined, but the latter immediately frowned and pretended to be angry, so she had no choice but to accept it.

It was only then that Wen Jinnian learned that Jiang Beisen and the others who had been in the booth the day before had suffered from diarrhea all night after returning home.

Even more outrageous, Jiang Beisen posted a pitiful update on his WeChat Moments, accompanied by a picture of himself looking dejected and leaning against the headboard.

In the past, if this happened, Fu Yiyi would have rushed to the boys' dormitory with snacks and fruit to offer help, but this time she just gave a perfunctory thumbs up.

Wen Jinnian laughed upon hearing this: "I give you 100 thumbs up!"

This made Fu Yiyi laugh until her eyes crinkled.

As the two of them stepped out of the shop carrying large and small bags, they bumped into Jiang Beisen strolling by with his male roommate.

That's really bad luck.

Jiang Beisen's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to take the shopping bag from Fu Yiyi's hand.

Fu Yiyi quickly dodged to the side, leaving his hand frozen in mid-air. He asked awkwardly, "Yiyi, what are you doing at the mall?"

Fu Yiyi rolled her eyes: "Isn't that obvious? If we come to the mall, are we supposed to just look at the scenery instead of buying anything?"

Jiang Beisen was still not giving up, rubbing his hands together as he moved closer to her: "Let me help you with it!"

He then tried to snatch the bag from her hand.

Wen Jinian silently moved half a step to the side, pretending to look at the new products in the shop window.

Fu Yiyi took a step back to avoid her, her tone indifferent: "No need."

He paused, then asked, "How did you get here?"

Jiang Beisen forced a smile: "It's because of our high school reunion in a couple of days, and I was thinking of buying some new clothes. I can't lose face."

His roommate chimed in, "Yiyi, come along too! We can all have a good get-together!"

Fu Yiyi didn't reply, her gaze fixed on Wen Jinnian.

The boy next to her suddenly realized, "Oh right, this is Wen, would you like to come along?"

Fu Yiyi finally smiled.

Jiang Beisen stepped forward, looking puzzled: "Did I do something wrong?"

Fu Yiyi coughed twice, her tone dismissive: "No. Didn't you want to buy new clothes? Go ahead!"

Jiang Beisen asked Fu Yiyi for advice.

"Alright, it's not like this is the first time I've helped you pick something. Your taste is really low, let's go."

Fu Yiyi raised an eyebrow and agreed.

Wen Jinnian suppressed a laugh, guessing what this young lady was up to now, and could only accompany her to a men's boutique. Jiang Beisen, along with several classmates, straightened their backs and strode inside.

Wen Jinnian glanced at Fu Yiyi, then gestured towards the store with her lip and asked in a low voice, "You don't really want to pay for their meal, do you?"

Fu Yiyi followed her gaze, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "What do you think? I'm not that stupid anymore."

Wen Jinian nodded in satisfaction: "You've finally figured it out."

"How could I have been so blinded by greed, letting these people take advantage of me all this time?"

Fu Yiyi sighed self-deprecatingly.

As the two walked into the store, they happened to see Jiang Beisen carrying several haute couture pieces into the fitting room.

A moment later, he pushed open the door and came out, his eyes gleaming with pride, showing off to Fu Yiyi: "Yiyi, what do you think of this outfit?"

Fu Yiyi glanced at his clothes and nodded seriously: "Looks good."

Unfortunately, it's not cheap either.

Jiang Beisen glanced at his colleagues nodding repeatedly and said loudly, "Okay, this is the one!"

After the group changed back into casual clothes, Fu Yiyi remained motionless at the cashier.

He frowned and leaned closer: "Yiyi, what are you doing standing here?"

Fu Yiyi waved the black-screened phone in front of him, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Unfortunately, my phone died. But I saw your project's celebration post on WeChat Moments, and I heard the bonuses were quite generous? These outfits must be nothing to you, right?"

Jiang Beisen stood frozen in place, like a puppet in a frozen state.

Several colleagues huddled together, their faces pale, and whispered, "What's going on? Didn't you say she'd be your ATM wherever she went?"

He glared at the group, then immediately put on a fawning smile: "Yiyi, that time at the bar was just a normal colleague gathering. I didn't invite you because I was worried it would be too late and disturb your rest..."

Fu Yiyi unconsciously rubbed her fingernails against the phone case: "Thank you, I knew you were so thoughtful."

She silently added to herself, "Of course I know, I even gave you laxatives."

Wen Jin Nianzi, standing to the side, smiled and said, "The waiter is waiting to settle the bill."

Fu Yiyi kept her head down, her hair obscuring the cold smile in her eyes.

Jiang Beisen hovered his finger over the phone screen for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and completing the payment.

Wen Jinnian suppressed a laugh, raised her chin, and said, "How about I treat everyone to dinner?"

She and Fu Yiyi exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying a tacit understanding. This was merely an appetizer; the real show was yet to come.

Fu Yiyi immediately looked up, her tone sickeningly sweet: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Niannian! My old phone keeps malfunctioning, I have to get a new one tomorrow."

Jiang Beisen felt a pang of regret for spending tens of thousands of yuan, but dared not show it too obviously.

The group took the elevator to the sixth floor.

Cucina, a Michelin-starred restaurant.

It mainly serves Italian and Cantonese cuisine.

The group chose seats by the window and sat down. Wen Jinnian gestured for everyone to order whatever they wanted, while she herself circled a few classic Cantonese dishes on the menu.

Fu Yiyi rested her chin on her hand, glancing at Jiang Beisen's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the power bank's casing, and she found the "beep" sound of the current being connected particularly pleasant.

Jiang Beisen stared at the power bank beside her, his back teeth clenching painfully.

I should have thought of letting her borrow a power bank to pay for the emergency!
He quickly switched to a fawning smile and nudged Fu Yiyi with his elbow: "What are your plans for tonight?"

Wen Jinian slowly sipped her Pu'er tea, the rim of the teacup obscuring the smile in her eyes.

Shi Zhenxiang, sitting in a booth not far away, took a picture of the scene with her phone and sent it to Chi Yige.

At this moment, Chi Yige was sitting at a carved round table in a private restaurant, lightly tapping his silver cutlery on his bone china plate, casually glancing at the photos on his phone screen.

A soft, ambiguous laugh escaped his throat.

(End of this chapter)