Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 55 Do you know you're playing with fire?
The moment the words left her lips, the warmth of his palm against her waist penetrated her thin dress, sending a shiver down her spine.

Wen Jinian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes to avoid his burning gaze.

I could only hear my own heartbeat, beating incredibly fast, a strange, fluttering sensation.

The woman tilted her head back, looking obedient and charming, but her words were distant and cold.

"Thank you. Without Dr. Chi's help, we would have just fallen into the pool together."

After Chi Yige helped her steady herself, she took a step back and stood still.

"Are you planning to 'hurt the enemy a thousand, but also lose eight thousand of your own'?"

So what if you fall into the water?

Wen Jinian stared at the other person, her eyes burning, "Do you know what he said?"

Wen Jinian now sees him and Fu Yanjie as being exactly the same kind of people.

They were all arrogant and condescending.

She scoffed, "He actually said that since I'm going to marry a rich young master anyway, I might as well marry him and become his wife. That way, I can live a life of luxury while he can still have affairs."

At this point, she suddenly laughed, tears welling in her eyes. Although her tone was calm, it felt as if something was gripping Chi Yige's heart tightly, causing a dull, unbearable pain.

Chi Yige sometimes couldn't understand why Wen Jinnian didn't trust him, even though he could protect her and give her what she wanted.

It seemed that he understood at that moment: what she needed was equality and freedom from constraints.

Perhaps he was too hasty, imposing his own ideas on her.

While Chi Yige was reflecting, Wen Jinnian had already walked back and taken the wine glass that was on the chair.

In the pool, Fu Yanjie was still splashing around, sending up bursts of water.

Chi Yige glanced at him coldly out of the corner of her eye before stepping forward: "Just like that, you're leaving?"

Wen Jinnian raised her eyes, looking at him with a half-smile: "Otherwise what? Why don't you go down and be his antidote?"

Chi Yige turned his head and finally looked directly at Fu Yanjie, who was still haphazardly pulling at his clothes in the water.

His cheeks were flushed, and he kept muttering "It's so hot" as he fiddled with unbuttoning his shirt.

Chi Yige suddenly gripped Wen Jinnian's wrist, his eyes surging with an indescribable anger: "What kind of drug did you give him? Wen Jinnian, do you know you're playing with fire!"

"It hurts." Wen Jinian frowned in pain.

Chi Yige loosened her grip a bit and took the opportunity to speak, her tone casual: "He can't beat me. Besides, he just took the wrong medicine."

Chi Yige was both annoyed and amused.

So, it turns out that drugging him is now a legitimate reason.

Chi Yige released Wen Jinnian's wrist and took the cup from her hand: "Give it to me."

He swiped his finger across the phone screen and quickly dialed a number: "Come to the back garden swimming pool."

He hung up immediately after saying that.

He lowered his voice, "I'll handle the rest."

Wen Jinnian glanced at Chi Yige's taut jawline, picked up the remaining cup, and turned to leave.

As soon as I stepped out of the back garden archway, I heard a chorus of voices from the gift area in the front hall.

She tried to walk around the crowd, but Zhou Shiyi called out to her in a sharp voice: "Niannian, come here for a second."

Wen Jinian's steps suddenly stopped, a fine chill spreading across the back of her neck.

It's definitely up to no good.

She lowered her eyes for a moment, then looked up again, her eyebrows curving into a sweet smile. She turned around and called out sweetly, "Sister-in-law, what can I do for you?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, like a docile kitten. Zhou Shiyi curled her lips and gestured with her chin toward the crowd: "Niannian, look, how could you be so careless as to leave your sketchbook here?"

As he spoke, he pulled Wen Jinnian forward.

In the center of the crowd, Jiang Shu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the sketchbook on the table, his expression inscrutable.

Amidst the murmurs around her, Wen Jinnian's blood rushed to her head the moment her gaze fell upon the cartoon book.

The storybook vividly depicts her and Jiang Shu's interactions during their three years of high school.

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably as those secrets she thought had been buried by time were now being exposed and roasted before everyone's eyes.

Wen Jinnian's temples throbbed, and the humiliation of having her love letter from four years ago made into a PowerPoint presentation and played in public surged up again.

She looked at Zhou Shiyi with red eyes, and the triumphant smile on the other's lips was particularly glaring.

"Isn't that young master Jiang in the painting?"

"Miss Wen actually still keeps something like this?"

"Miss Zhou, you'd better be careful... beware of fire, theft, and your sister!"

The whispers that rose and fell formed an invisible net, trapping her in the center.

Wen Jinian's vision blurred, her knees went weak, and she staggered, barely managing to stand by holding onto the edge of the table.

Those carefully crafted memories of youth have now become mud trampled underfoot by everyone.

As soon as Chi Yige stepped into the back garden, he heard a cacophony of voices.

My heart sank, and I instinctively took a step forward, but stopped when I heard Wen Jinnian speak.

She tilted her head back, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but her tone was remarkably calm: "Sister-in-law, how did this picture book end up here? The PPT from four years ago... you made that too, didn't you?"

The crowd held their breath instantly. Zhou Shiyi's eyes darted around in a panic: "Niannian, don't talk nonsense!"

Wen Jinnian chuckled softly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I followed my aunt into the Jiang family, and my brother and I grew up together. Is it strange that we have a deep bond? Even if I like him, it’s just a younger sister’s admiration for her older brother. It’s not like some people who use the title of sister-in-law to hide their ulterior motives.”

Jiang Shu's throat bobbed, and Wen Jin's recitation of "a younger sister's admiration for her older brother" felt like a thorn piercing his heart.

He gripped the edge of the table beside him tightly, his knuckles turning white, but he could only swallow back the emotions surging in his eyes.

When his gaze turned to Zhou Shiyi, a chill ran through him: "Did you really bring out this sketchbook?"

Zhou Shiyi's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly took a half step back: "No! It was Nian Nian herself..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fan Tong suddenly rushed forward, ripped open the inner page of the album, and the four bright red characters "My Lifelong Love" appeared in everyone's sight.

"Young Master Jiang, look! This is clearly..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Jinnian suddenly rushed forward and snatched the picture book with trembling fingertips.

She held the sketchbook high, and with a "rip," the paper tore, sending fragments flying like snowflakes. Her eyes were red, and her voice was broken and choked with sobs.

“I don’t understand why you’re so fixated on this, sister-in-law. You and my brother are already engaged, and the position of the young mistress of the Jiang family will be yours sooner or later! I’ve already rented a place outside and packed my bags, just to avoid gossip! I’m deliberately hiding and avoiding you… Isn’t that enough?”

She threw the last torn page to the ground, looking up with a pitiful expression. "Now that I've torn it up, are you satisfied?"

Chi Yige, half-hidden behind a pillar, waved his hand, and Xiao Li, understanding, stepped forward.

He lowered his voice and ordered, "Give the audio and video recordings we found earlier to Jiang Shu. Given the current situation, it's the perfect time to release them."

Xiao Li's eyes sharpened, he nodded slightly, turned around and strode towards the parking lot at the main entrance.

Chi Yige strode forward.

(End of this chapter)