Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 11 Wow! The young people are playing so intensely!
Wen Jinian's face darkened instantly as she watched the person approaching.

The one leading the group was Fan Tong, followed by a man who bore a striking resemblance to her; they were likely related.

"Oh, isn't this the Jiang family's adopted daughter? What, you've got money to spend in such a high-end place?" Fan Tong said sarcastically.

"I almost forgot, Brother Jiang said you're his sister, so you're spending Brother Jiang's money?"

Who are you from?

Fu Yiyi, who was standing to the side, stood up abruptly and glanced at the person who was picking a fight. "Watch your mouth! You come up here and spout nonsense. Don't you have any manners?"

"Who do you think you are? It's none of your business what I say!" Fan Tong said arrogantly, carrying a Chanel bag.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense, the man stepped forward, his clothes were neat but his frivolity was hard to hide.

He first looked at Fu Yiyi, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, then turned to look at Wen Jinnian, his expression instantly brightening: "Wen Jinnian! It really is you!"

Wen Jinnian frowned: "Do we know each other?"

"Junior high! You were in Class 1, and I was a transfer student in Class 7. You were a good student, so you probably forgot about me by now," the man said with a fawning smile.

When Fan Tong saw him chatting with Wen Jin Nian with a big smile on his face, she was furious and shoved him away.

"Fan Jian! What are you doing? Didn't you say you were going to help me? Why are you helping them now?"

Staggered from the push, Fan Jian still forced a smile and said, "Oh dear, I didn't know you were talking about Miss Wen at first! She was very famous at school back then, beautiful and good-tempered, how could she be like what you're saying?"

Seeing that Fan Jian was still speaking up for Wen Jin, Fan Tong raised her voice several decibels: "I called you here to invite me for afternoon tea! Are you still my brother or not?"

Before Fan Jian could argue, Wen Jinnian put down her teacup and coldly swept her gaze over: "This isn't a market. If you want to cause trouble, please find somewhere else and don't disturb our meal."

A casual remark made Fan Tong's face flush red with anger, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Wen Jinnian, we'll see!"

She grabbed Fan Jian's arm and dragged him backward, sternly instructing him as they walked, "My best friend is over there, you better treat her well!"

Fu Yiyi was stunned the whole time until Wen Jinnian scooped up a piece of pastry with a spoon and fed it to her.

She took a bite of the cloyingly sweet pastry and then came to her senses, exclaiming, "Niannian, this person's skin is thicker than a city wall! It's disgusting!"

Wen Jinnian gave Fu Yiyi a thumbs up!

She looked up at a table not far away, where two other girls were sitting.

It seems that Fan Jian is nothing more than Fan Tong's "cash cow".

Wen Jinnian withdrew her gaze and continued chatting with Fu Yiyi about the art studio.

She said she needed time to consider it, so the two agreed to go see the new office location after the Qingming Festival before making a decision.

During their conversation, Wen Jinnian caught a glimpse of Fan Tong heading towards the restroom, and a thought suddenly struck her.

She turned to Fu Yiyi and said, "Yiyi, I'm going to the restroom. Why don't you call and ask Mr. Jiang why he hasn't come back yet?"

"Okay, I'll start now, you go ahead."

Fu Yiyi responded and then took out her phone. Wen Jinnian also picked up her bag and quickly stood up.

She followed Fan Tong at a leisurely pace and watched as the other woman entered the second cubicle.

After the door clicked shut, she closed the bathroom door behind her, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a black mop bucket standing in the corner.

She quickly stepped forward and turned on the tap, water gushing into the bucket. She stopped when the water level was more than half full.

She looked up at the top of the cubicle, then looked down to measure it, before placing the small stool in the corner into the cubicle, holding the bucket in both hands, standing on the stool, and flipping it over with force.

Icy water was poured over the cubicle from above, and a scream suddenly erupted from inside: "Help! Who's playing this prank?!"

The next second, Fan Tong's heavily nasal curses, mixed with the splash of water, erupted: "You damn loser! You dare to splash cold water on me! Just wait until I catch you, I'll teach you a lesson!"

The former put the items back where they belonged and calmly walked out.

This is so awesome! She's wanted to do this for ages.

The soft sound of high heels echoed down the corridor.

Wen Jinnian's gaze fell on Fan Tong's friends, who were walking towards the restroom, chatting and laughing.

As she was caught in a dilemma, she caught a glimpse of the shadow moving at the entrance to the men's restroom.

Before she could react, a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly reached out from the crack in the half-open men's restroom door and precisely grabbed her wrist.

The force was so strong and irresistible that it pulled her forward abruptly, her back hitting the cold tiles.

The clattering of high heels outside grew louder as they approached, and she knew who was pulling her without even looking up.

A familiar woody fougère scent.

She could clearly feel the warmth of the hand covering her waist, and the person in front of her was beating his heart like a drum.

She scoffed, "Dr. Chi, what are you trying to do by dragging me into the men's restroom?"

Chi Yige chuckled softly, bracing his right hand against the wall, trapping Wen Jinnian in a small space. As he leaned over, the ends of his hair fell down, drawing an ambiguous arc between the two of them.

"Wen, what have you done that you're ashamed of?"

The playful tone at the end made the air feel hot, and Wen Jinnian's heart skipped a beat when she met those smiling peach blossom eyes.

"How did you know?" she blurted out instinctively before realizing she'd been outmaneuvered.

"Shouldn't I thank you for helping you hide from people?"

Wen Jinian's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up again, this time meeting a pair of eyes burning with dark fire.

The handsome face, so close to his, lowered even further, and the crisp woody scent, mixed with warm breath, wafted towards them, their noses almost touching.

The sound of clothes rubbing together, carrying the warmth of the man, brought Wen Jinian back to her senses.

Instead of answering, Wen Jinnian asked, "Dr. Chi's hands are always so unruly?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chi Yige tightened his grip on her waist. He had just met a client at the Peninsula Hotel today, and when he came downstairs, he saw Wen Jinnian sneaking into the restroom with a woman.

Sure enough, the moment they tried to trick someone, problems arose.

Wen Jinian's waist was very sensitive, and his fingertips sank into the soft hollow of her waist through her dress.

She shuddered; the burning heat seemed to penetrate the fabric, winding its way up her spine, while a fine, tingling sensation washed over every inch of her skin like a tide.

Her breathing became rapid, and Chi Yige was extremely satisfied with her reaction. His thumb unconsciously caressed the sensitive spot on her waist, as if soothing a frightened little animal.

Her waist was very thin and supple.

He even had a crazy idea.

This ambiguous yet dangerous touch made her throat tighten, a fine electric current surged through her tailbone, and her legs almost went weak.

But her anger surged up first.

With a forceful push, Chi Yige leaned lazily against the wall, his white shirt wrinkled from the friction, which only added to his nonchalant air.

A rustling sound suddenly pierced the stagnant air.

Wen Jinnian then realized that three or four men in front of her, who had their backs to her, all turned around at once.

The moment their eyes met, the tips of her ears instantly turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig her toes into the floor.

"I...I didn't see anything." Wen Jinnian turned around abruptly, covering her burning face with her hands, her voice muffled as she spoke through her fingers: "You guys continue!"

"Wow! These young people are having so much fun." One of the men's teasing voices rang out.

The others also burst into laughter.

Wen Jinnian was stuck in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward.

Just as she was biting her lower lip, unsure whether to flee or confront the situation head-on, she was suddenly pulled by a force around her waist.

She was suddenly pulled into a broad chest.

A suit jacket, carrying the scent of cedar, suddenly descended, completely enveloping her trembling body.

Warm breath brushed across the top of her head, and a voice from above her head was so cold it could freeze: "Get out."

Chi Yige was speaking to several men.

Wen Jinian heard hurried footsteps pass by, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing.

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