Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 110 Be good and don’t make me angry
Manhattan, New York City.

In the early morning, the fog from the Hudson River lingers at the base of the skyscrapers, making the entire city look like an isolated island.

Looking down from a 90-storey building, the iconic building stands peacefully like a model.

Xi Jinbai held two consecutive cross-border meetings and slept for less than four hours.

This month has been basically like this, and my time has been almost taken up by work.

Only in this way can he not be able to spare his energy to think about other things.

He didn't want to push Sang Yu too hard, because he was afraid that he would lose control and look for her.

There seemed to be a deadlock between them.

At work, he can strategize and handle things well, but emotionally, he fails in a mess.

The table is scented with incense, century-old agarwood, which retains its stability despite its age, has an elegant taste, is delicate but not turbid, and has a soothing effect.

Xi Jinbai leaned on the office chair and took a nap. The computer in front of him was on, and the screen light reflected his smooth contours.

"Buzz-"

The phone vibrated on the table, breaking the silence of the room.

Xi Jinbai opened his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and answered the phone.

Jiang Tang's voice came out clearly: "Xi Jinbai, did you know that Sang Yu is getting married?"

He was in a daze and did not react.

Seemingly trying to discern whether this is reality or a nightmare.

The voice on the phone continued: "Hey, did you hear, Sang Yu is getting married to Huo Qiting! Say something!"

Xi Jinbai closed his palms and clenched them tightly. The veins on the back of his hands bulged. He accidentally knocked over the ashtray on the table and hit it on the carpet with a muffled sound.

His fingertips trembled, he hung up the phone, dialed the assistant's number, and said in a hoarse voice, "Book a flight ticket to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible."
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Hong Kong Island is shrouded in silence late at night, but the hospital corridors and halls are brightly lit. Occasionally, there are the sounds of hurried footsteps and the wheels of the gurney rolling across the ground, which invisibly adds to the sense of oppression.

Sang Yu couldn't sleep and stood alone in front of the window with his coat on in a daze.

Opposite the inpatient department is the emergency room building. Even at night, emergency vehicles are dispatched with red warning lights flashing.

Time flows quietly.

At three o'clock in the morning, Sang Fengping felt chest tightness and woke up once. Seeing that Sang Yu was still asleep, she moved her lips and made a low and hoarse voice: "Yu Yu, why don't you sleep?"

Sang Yu came to his senses and turned back to the bed, "I want to think of something. Mom, are you feeling well?"

"No, get up and drink some water." Sang Fengping sat up with her elbows on the bed.

"I'll pour it for you." Sang Yu picked up the kettle on the bedside table and poured a glass of warm water.

Sang Fengping took the cup and took a few sips to relieve the dryness in her throat, "Are you worried? Unhappy?"

Sang Yu lowered his eyes slightly and denied, "No, I'm thinking about work."

Sang Fengping knew her well and knew that she was not telling the truth, so she asked tentatively: "Are you happy with Xiao Huo?"

"Well, he's fine." Sang Yu sat on the edge of the bed, holding the corners of the quilt in his hands.

Sang Fengping was silent for a while, and then said: "I feel more relieved when Xiao Huo takes care of you. After all, I can't stay with you for a long time."

Sang Yu's chest was slightly suffocated, and a sourness surged into his throat, "Don't say that, you have to stay with me for a long, long time, and you have to watch me get married."

Sang Fengping smiled and said, "How long will it take for you to get married? I don't have extravagant hopes. I just want to see you live well."

Sang Yu said softly: "It won't be long."

Sang Fengping just thought she was talking casually, "Do you really want to get married?"

Sang Yu: "Mr. Huo is a perfect match for me in every aspect. We will get married in the future."

"Marriage is not just a matter of being suitable. Don't rush to get married. Take your time." Sang Fengping glanced at the clock on the wall. "Why don't you go to bed so late? Don't you want to go shopping with Xiao Huo during the day?"

"Ah."
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Huo Qiting had a rest on Saturday and asked Sang Yu to go out for a walk.

I came to the hospital to pick him up at nine o'clock in the morning.

Sang Yu is giving medicine to Sang Fengping.

Huo Qiting greeted: "Auntie, how are you today?"

"Same as before." Sang Fengping twitched the corner of her mouth. After drinking the last sip of medicine, her mouth and throat were filled with bitterness. She pushed Sang Yu's arm and said, "You guys go and play."

Sang Yu put down the bowl and told Sister Li, "Auntie, I'll leave my mother to you. If you need anything, call me as soon as possible."

Sister Li nodded repeatedly, "Okay, don't worry."

Sang Yu put on her coat, and Huo Qiting took the initiative to take her bag.

After saying hello to Sang Fengping, the two left the hospital together.

After getting in the car, Sang Yu fastened his seat belt and lowered the window.

Huo Qiting held the steering wheel and turned around, reminding her: "Don't open the windows too wide, or you'll catch a cold."

"Yeah." Sang Yu asked, "Which mall should we go to?"

"Harbor City." Seeing that she didn't look particularly good, Huo Qiting asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep well at night?"

"A little bit." Sang Yu took out his phone and turned on the mirror function to take a look. There was a faint greenish tint under his eyes.

"Would you like to catch up on your sleep? I'll call you when the time comes."

"it is good."

Huo Qiting slowed down and kept steady.

Sang Yu closed his eyes, leaned on his seat and fell asleep for a while.

When she woke up naturally, the car had stopped.

"Why didn't you call me when we arrived?"

I just woke up, my eyes were hazy, and my voice was a little confused.

Huo Qiting raised his lips and said, "Let you sleep a little longer. We are not in a hurry anyway."

Sang Yu calmed down, unbuckled his seat belt, and straightened his hair that was blown by the wind.

Huo Qiting waited patiently for her.

This street is almost full of luxury stores, with all kinds of big-name brands. There are many foreign tourists who come to shop, take photos, and check in.

Sang Yu rarely comes here. She does not pursue luxury goods. Even if she can afford them, she will not waste money on luxury goods.

Huo Qiting took her to the seventh floor of the shopping mall.

This floor sells big-name clothing.

Sang Yu asked: "Do you want to buy clothes?"

Huo Qiting smiled, "No."

Sang Yu looked at the stores he passed and found that most of them were women's clothing. "You're not taking me to buy clothes, are you? I have a lot of clothes."

Huo Qiting laughed out loud, "You own a clothing store yourself, why should I take you shopping for clothes?"

He kept it secret, and Sang Yu stopped asking.

The footsteps finally stopped at the entrance of a white, dreamy-decorated store.

Huo Qiting held her wrist and said, "Go in and take a look?"

Sang Yu froze, as if there were roots under his feet, "But this is...a bridal shop."

Huo Qiting persuaded: "Try it, measure the size, and then slowly choose the style you want. The customization cycle of wedding dresses is very long."

Sang Yu hesitated, his eyes glazed over.

The wedding dress, which was once so far away to her, was now so close at hand, and she couldn't even distinguish the emotions welling up in her heart.

Huo Qiting looked into her eyes, "You'll have to do it sooner or later, right?"

Sang Yu said softly "Hmm".

The progress was too fast, and she couldn't adapt to it for a while.

Huo Qiting made an appointment in advance, and the clerk warmly welcomed them into the store.

The decoration style of the store is a combination of modern and classic. On the left is the grand main yarn, on the right are Xiuhe clothes and toast clothes... Everything from simple and elegant to gorgeous and retro is dazzling.

The clerk gave a brief introduction, "Ms. Sang, which style of wedding dress do you like? You can try it on first."

Sang Yu was a little absent-minded and glanced at the wedding dresses on the display rack. "Just a simple one will do." The clerk raised his hand and said, "The styles here are all simple and elegant designer styles, one of a kind."

"Let's take this one." Sang Yu chose a tube top made of satin fabric. It didn't have so many heavy pearl sequins and was made of light French embroidered lace, which was fresh and elegant.

"Then I'll take it off for you to try."

Together, the two clerks carefully removed the dress from the display rack to avoid getting it dirty or wrinkled.

"We'll take you to the fitting room."

Sang Yu nodded.

Huo Qiting said softly: "I'll wait for you outside."

"it is good."

She followed the clerk to the stall to change clothes.

The wedding dress was troublesome to put on, and it took more than ten minutes to put it on.

A delicate and elegant wedding dress perfectly outlined her figure, with a petal design on the chest, a lace bow on the waist, and the skirt spread out to the floor, like a white lily blooming for the first time.

Even without any makeup, she looks so stunning.

The two clerks were full of praise.

"It's a little big here at the waist, but overall it's beautiful. You look good and look good in anything you wear."

"There is a full-length mirror outside, take a look for yourself."

Sang Yu held up her skirt and prepared to go out.

At this time, there was suddenly a strange movement outside.

"gentlemen--"

"You can't go in!"

The sound of rapid footsteps got closer and closer.

Sang Yu didn't know why, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She opened the dressing curtain, and before she raised her head, a shadow fell in front of her eyes.

A familiar aura came directly to him, and his wrist was held in a strong manner.

The voice was so deep that it said, "Follow me."

Sang Yu's heart tightened, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he ran into his unfathomable, dark and sharp eyes.

It was turbulent and terrifying like she had never seen before.

The side that should have been indifferent, calm and steady disappeared.

Sang Yu was frightened, but he reacted quickly and tried to break free, "Xi Jinbai, let me go!"

However, his strength was terrifying and he restrained her without moving, "I'm not negotiating with you."

The next second, Sang Yu's body soared into the air and he held him in his arms.

"Let me go!"

No matter how she resisted, Xi Jinbai remained unmoved and strode away with her arms in his arms.

Huo Qiting was blocked outside by Xi Jinbai's people. He was no match for a professional bodyguard. He could only watch as he broke in and took Sang Yu away. His usually gentle and gentle face also aroused anger, "Mr. Xi, Sang Yu She’s my fiancée, what you’re doing is going too far!”

"If you're not engaged, you're not a fiancée."

The voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

The clerks were stunned with fear. When had they ever seen such a fight, where someone blatantly robbed someone of their fiancée? What is the origin of that gentleman?
Xi Jinbai hugged Sang Yu and left the shopping mall, attracting the attention of passers-by along the way, but no one dared to step forward to meddle in their own business, intimidated by the strong aura.

"Xi Jinbai, you're crazy!" Sang Yu struggled in his arms until she lost all strength.

He looked so strange like this, like a completely different person.

Xi Jinbai admitted without hesitation, "I'm crazy. I haven't seen you for thirty-three days and I'm going to marry someone else."

The dark color surging in his eyes was like a violent storm, enough to swallow everything.

The Bentley with serial license plates was parked on the side of the road.

The driver caught a glimpse of Xi Jinbai coming over, still holding someone in his arms. He got out of the car with discernment and walked around to the back seat to open the door.

Sang Yu was carried into the car.

This car was so familiar, they had done countless intimate things in it.

Those explicit and embarrassing images flashed through my mind uncontrollably.

Sang Yu resisted and wanted to escape, but she had no chance. The door was locked as soon as she got into the car.

Xi Jinbai ordered the driver to drive.

"Where are you taking me?" Sang Yu was so angry that he could only vent his anger by hitting him.

Her hand was not very strong, so it was not painful or itchy for Xi Jinbai, so he allowed her to make trouble.

The sunlight folds into the car through the windows, and the floating breath has nowhere to hide.

The driver silently lowered the partition, adhering to the principle that one shouldn't look around and focused on driving.

Xi Jinbai stared at Sang Yu's wedding dress with burning eyes, and his cold voice cut through the air, "The clothes you are wearing are very annoying."

It's so annoying that I want to tear it apart.

Sang Yu met his secretive eyes, her heartbeat paused for a moment, her fingertips subconsciously tightened, and she quickly scratched out the folds of the silky satin fabric.

Xi Jinbai didn't miss the flinch on her face. He didn't want to scare her, so he calmed down his expression and softened his tone, "Be good and don't make me angry."

He seems to have two personalities, one is cold and noble, the other is paranoid and gloomy.

Sang Yu's chest was slightly suffocated, and he looked at him and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

He stretched out his strong long arm, hooked the crook of her leg with his other hand, and easily lifted her onto his lap. He opened his thin lips and said, "You can get married, but it must be with me."

Every word hit Sang Yu's heart hard.

Her pupils dilated, and a certain string in her mind suddenly broke. In an instant, she strongly refused: "I don't want to marry you. Whoever I marry is my freedom."

The coldness in Xi Jinbai's eyes could not be suppressed, and he came close to her ear, "You can find anyone to marry, so why can't it be me? What he can give you, I can do the same."

The hot breath came over him, and there was a numbness in his ear bones, eating away at Sang Yu's sanity.

She was in a daze for a moment, then came back to her senses and said firmly: "Anyone can do it, but you can't."

Xi Jinbai closed his palms, circled her waist and pressed her towards him, and moved his right hand up to find the invisible zipper behind her back.

"Bah-"

The zipper was opened, and her fair and delicate skin was instantly exposed to the air.

Sang Yu was startled, tightly protecting his chest, and became angry: "What are you doing!"

"I said, be good and don't make me angry, otherwise I don't know what I will do." Xi Jinbai gently stroked her back.

The skin is as delicate as silk, smooth and flawless.

The space in the car was cramped, and Sang Yu had nowhere to hide while sitting on his lap.

The slightly calloused fingertips rubbed her shoulder blades, and his voice was seductive: "Be good, change your clothes."

Sang Yu suddenly remembered, and suddenly he couldn't care about anything else, with an anxious look on his face, "My mobile phone and clothes are still in the store! I'm afraid my mother will find me!"

"I'll have someone deliver it, don't worry." Xi Jinbai comforted her, took out his cell phone from his suit pocket, made a call, and ordered someone to deliver the things to the hotel.

Sang Yu immediately interrupted: "I want to go back to the hospital!"

Xi Jinbai asked: "Hong Kong Hospital?"

This is the hospital he introduced before.

Sang Yu said "hmm".

Xi Jinbai changed his words on the phone: "Send it to the gate of Hong Kong Hospital."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Before Sang Yu could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him say again: "Just in time, I'll go visit my aunt with you."

　PS: Mr. Xi has gone crazy~
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