Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 130: Let me, the substitute, meet the real person?

Under the crystal chandelier of the Peninsula Hotel in the port area, Wen Jin sat in a window seat.

She wore a plain Chanel dress, and pearl earrings shimmered at her temples.

When Jiang Xiao's figure appeared at the corner of the hall, her clear, cold eyes rippled.

He stared at her for a moment, stunned.

The two do look very alike; Wen Jin is dignified and elegant.

"What would you like to eat?" Wen Jin put down the gilded menu, her gaze sweeping over the dark circles under his eyes.

Jiang Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed: "Whatever."

She nodded, ordered several signature desserts from the waiter, and also asked for a pot of Earl Grey tea specially blended by the Peninsula Hotel.

"It's my treat today," Wen Jin said.

When Jiang Xiao pushed the teacup toward Wen Jin, she subconsciously looked up—this was the first time in the ten years since she married into the Jiang family that he had taken the initiative to do something so thoughtful.

As her fingertips touched the warm cup, Wen Jin suddenly felt a pang of irony, realizing that the man in the villa must have often poured tea and served water to his beloved.

"If Jiang Shu continues like this, both the company and he himself will be ruined."

Jiang Xiao put down the teapot. "I'd like to ask you to step in and try to persuade him."

Wen Jin swirled the cup and saucer. "In what capacity does President Jiang intend for me to offer this advice?"

Jiang Xiao tightened her grip on the teacup, her gaze sweeping over Wen Jin's face.

Having left the Jiang family for only a few months, she had shed her former cautious demeanor, and her relaxed expression revealed a vibrant energy.

The coldness in his eyes when he was questioned made him feel even more dazed.

Wen Jin sighed softly, "President Jiang, you are his father. Even if Jiang Shu is depressed, at least he still keeps the company running. But what about you? As his father, have you ever asked him about anything? I've done everything I should. Shouldn't a father set a good example for his child?"

After saying that, she picked up her handbag and was about to get up.

Jiang Xiao suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Next month is her birthday, and she wants to see you."

"Let me, the stand-in, go see the real person?"

Wen Jin abruptly pulled her hand back, her eyes turning cold. "Jiang Xiao, are you crazy? Or do you think I deserve to go and make a fool of myself?"

Wen Jin stared at Jiang Xiao, her fingertips digging deeply into her palm.

It turns out that the reason he went to so much trouble to arrange the meeting wasn't for Jiang Shu, but for the woman in the villa.

"Tian'er is feeling better. She said she wants to thank you in person for taking care of me all these years." Jiang Xiao's voice softened, a rare occurrence for her.

"It's not necessary."

Wen Jin sneered.

"Wen Jin, I'm begging you."

Jiang Xiao suddenly grabbed her wrist.

These words struck her like a hammer blow. She looked up in disbelief: "Even President Jiang has a day when he needs to ask for help?"

My throat tightened inexplicably, and my eyes stung. It turned out that there were people who could make this arrogant man bow his head.

Jiang Xiao stared intently at Wen Jin, her tone carrying an undeniable pressure: "I apologize for Niannian's matter. But I had someone check her medical records; it's claustrophobia..."

He paused, then said, "If you want her to fully recover, go see Tian'er. Otherwise..."

"If I were to appear before her, I couldn't guarantee that her condition wouldn't relapse."

Wen Jin's face turned pale. She never expected that the man who had once shared a bed with her would use Nian Nian's health as a bargaining chip to corner her.

"Okay, I promise you."

After saying that, Wen Jin left without looking back.

When Fu Yiyi arrived at the villa in the mid-mountain area, Wen Jinnian was setting up her easel and sketching the lake and mountain scenery in front of her by the pool.

Looking up, he saw her shake off Duan Jiaxu's hand and stride angrily toward him, while he helplessly followed her, trying to coax her.

"Niannian, I don't want a man anymore!" "Huh?" Wen Jinnian put down her paintbrush. "Why are you suddenly saying that?"

"It's all his fault!" Fu Yiyi fumed, touching her lower abdomen, her eyes welling up with tears.

Wen Jinnian was taken aback, her gaze falling on her slightly protruding belly, and she instantly understood, smiling, "You're pregnant?"

"I'm only in my early twenties!"

Fu Yiyi stomped her feet, "I don't want to be a mother so early. What will I do if my belly gets bigger and I get stretch marks..."

Wen Jinian's daytime hours have been relatively normal during this period, except for the nights.

she laughs.

"With today's advanced medical aesthetic technology, there are countless ways to repair postpartum skin and fade stretch marks. You're just worrying unnecessarily."

Upon seeing this, Duan Jiaxu immediately clasped his hands together, frantically winked at Wen Jinnian, and mouthed, "Say more nice things."

Wen Jinian understood immediately, "Think about it, the baby in your belly is the fruit of your love. Maybe it will look like a doll, with eyes as big and bright as yours, or maybe it will look like Young Master Duan..."

"No way! He'll never be half as handsome as my brother!"

Wen Jinnian: "..."

? ? ? ?
Fu Yiyi puffed out her cheeks and retorted.

Wen Jinnian blinked, "What if it's a generational inheritance and he looks like your brother!"

"Really?"

Fu Yiyi's eyes lit up, her attention immediately diverted. She plopped down in the rattan sofa chair, opened her phone, and began frantically searching.

Duan Jiaxu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly brought over a fruit plate, feeding her sliced ​​strawberries one by one with a flattering smile: "Baby, try this, it'll help you get some vitamins."

Wen Jinnian watched as Fu Yiyi and Duan Jiaxu, one beaming with delight as they were being fed, and the other offering fruit like a precious treasure, couldn't help but smile. She picked up her paintbrush again and captured the two lovable characters in her painting.

As the setting sun gilded the rattan chairs by the pool, she had just finished sketching their likenesses when she saw Chi Yige standing by the easel with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, his gaze fixed on her fingertips, which were stained with paint.

Wen Jinnian looked up, and Chi Yige handed her a straw. After watching her take a small sip, he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Not finished drawing yet?"

"It was almost healed,"

She swung her paintbrush, the paint spreading out in tiny shimmering patterns on the canvas. "You've arrived, but we're still missing the most important person."

Chi Yige leaned closer, and the woody, fruity scent mixed with the aroma of orange wafted over.

Suddenly, a man holding a cup appeared in front of the drawing paper.

He looked down and smiled as he gazed ahead, the silver watch on his wrist gleaming faintly in the twilight—just as he looked at that moment.

"So I'm the most important person after all." A smile appeared in Chi Yige's eyes, and he stole a kiss on her lips when she wasn't looking.

Wen Jinian's cheeks flushed as she glanced at the two people feeding each other fruit not far away.

He lowered his voice and said, "Don't do anything rash."

"They're even more lovey-dovey than us. I'm almost full from eating dog food every day."

"That's it!"

Chi Yige chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing against the corner of her reddened lips.

Wen Jinnian couldn't help but lean closer to her ear and say, "Then I'll tell you something even more hurtful: you're about to become an uncle."

The warm breath and the soft, mischievous voice sent shivers down my spine.

His eyes darkened, and he turned around to look at the person behind him. He saw her holding Duan Jiaxu's hand, looking at her phone, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Chi Yige paused, then suddenly looked at Wen Jinnian's lower abdomen, his tone tinged with grievance: "I'm quite a failure as an older brother..."

Wen Jinian followed his gaze and looked down, immediately slapping his hand away: "Don't get any funny ideas!"

Seeing him pouting like a large dog, I couldn't help but laugh until my eyes crinkled.

"Okay, we'll have the baby later, then let the younger one bully their baby."

(End of this chapter)