Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 135 I had Shen Yu check the location

The wedding ended that night, and everyone enjoyed themselves until 3 a.m. before leaving.

Wen Jinian slept soundly until the world seemed to end. By the time she was fully awake, Duan Jiaxu and Fu Yiyi had already set off to return abroad for their honeymoon.

After that, the pace of life gradually slowed down.

She occasionally teaches at painting training classes, but spends most of her time at the villa.

Chi Yige was worried about her condition, especially fearing that Wen Jinnian's old illness would relapse when she rode the elevator, so he insisted that she teach at the villa.

To make it easier for children with families to attend classes, Chi Yige also arranged for a special car to pick them up and drop them off.

The parents were overjoyed to learn that the class was taught by the girlfriend of the heir of the Chijiang Group, and the students also adored her.

The ninth day of October.

The sky over the port area was gloomy, and a chilly dampness clung to it. Wen Jin was dressed rather elegantly today and called a car to the Repulse Bay villa.

Today is Song Tian'er's birthday, who is also Jiang Xiaobai's beloved woman.

When Wen Jin pushed open the ornate iron gate, her fingertips felt a little cold.

She felt the gazes of the guests in the villa garden were like thorns in her back, and she knew what they were saying behind her back.

The news of Jiang Xiao and Wen Jin's divorce had already spread. Some people felt sorry for her, while others speculated that she was just a substitute.

She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions and walked towards the banquet hall on the gravel path.

"Sister Wen, thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Wen Jin looked up and saw Jiang Xiao pushing Song Tian'er in a wheelchair in front of her.

A weak smile appeared on the woman's pale face. She looked to be in her early forties, but because she hadn't seen the sun for many years, her skin was almost transparent, and she really did look seven or eight parts like her.

"I don't know you well, you don't need to call me that."

Wen Jin lowered her eyes to avoid the other person's gaze and handed over the beautifully packaged gift box. "Happy birthday. I only came because of Mr. Jiang."

"Sister Wen, are you upset with me for making you divorce Brother Jiang?"

Song Tian'er gripped the armrests of her wheelchair, her voice trembling with tears, "Actually, I didn't mean that. It's just that Brother Jiang felt sorry for me because I had no one to take care of me..."

Wen Jin stared at the other person's trembling fingertips, their nails painted with pearl-colored nail polish, which gleamed coldly in the gloomy light.

She gripped the metal chain of her handbag, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Wen Jin gripped the bathroom doorknob, took a deep breath. The banquet was being held in the back garden, and Wen Jin didn't really want to join in the fun.

As I walked down the banquet hall corridor, I saw a message from Wen Jinian asking when she was going back.

Just as she was about to reply to the message, she suddenly heard hushed conversations coming from around the corner ahead.

She paused, looking in the direction of the sound. Dim yellow light shone through the half-open door of the first-floor storage room.

“Brother Jiang, you also agreed to what happened between Wen Hua and his wife back then.”

Song Tian'er's voice was as cold as ice, a stark contrast to her previous gentleness.

Wen Jin's blood froze instantly; Wen Hua was her deceased brother!
She staggered and pressed herself against the wall, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Jiang Xiao sighed: "It's been several years, don't mention it again."

"So that's why you felt guilty about marrying Wen Jin?"

Song Tian'er suddenly chuckled, "She looks just like me. But the doctor said that Wen Hua's heart is starting to reject her."

Amidst the rustling of fabric, Wen Jin saw Song Tian'er's pale hand pressed against her chest. "Brother Jiang, Wen Jin's blood type is the same as Wen Hua's. Her heart can definitely save me."

"no!"

Jiang Xiao suddenly stood up, "It was your stubbornness that killed them back then, I can't let Wen Jin be killed too!"

"You'd rather watch me die?"

Song Tian'er's scream pierced the air, "Brother Jiang, you clearly said you only loved me!"

Wen Jin's back was pressed against the cold wall, her nails digging into her palms.

Tears blurred her vision, and she bit her lower lip hard to suppress her sobs.

It turns out that the person she had loved for over a decade was actually an accomplice in causing her brother's wrongful death.

The thought of Wen Jinian's reaction to the truth made her knees buckle, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Her trembling fingers pressed tightly against her mouth, and warm blood seeped from between her teeth, mingling with salty tears as it slid down her throat.

A cold wind, carrying the smell of rain, seeped in through the window cracks, but Wen Jin felt no chill at all; her heart felt as if it had been frozen solid.

A rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, and the air grew heavy and oppressive.

It's going to rain heavily.

Song Tian'er suddenly let out a sharp scream: "We have to act now! Today is the best opportunity, Brother Jiang, I'm begging you!"

Wen Jin staggered and turned to run away, but in her panic, her elbow slammed hard against the sandalwood cabinet in the corner.

With a crisp "clang," the displayed celadon ornament shattered.

"Who?" Jiang Xiao's roar pierced through the door.

Wen Jin's blood froze. Before the other person could open the door, she turned and stumbled as she ran wildly toward the front hall.

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On the first floor of a villa in the hillside, Wen Jinian was curled up on the sofa drawing the ending of a comic.

As she swiped her phone, her aunt hadn't replied to her message yet, whereas she usually replied immediately.

She dialed the number, but all she heard was a continuous busy tone.

Thunder rumbled again, darkness descended, leaves lashed against the glass in the gale, and the atmosphere of an impending downpour grew ever stronger.

Chi Yige, wearing a light gray sweatshirt, slowly descended the stairs. As he passed the sofa, he wrapped his long arm around Wen Jinnian and pulled her into his embrace.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, playfully scolding, "Dr. Chi, you're not being reserved at all now."

A low, resonant laugh came from Chi Yige's chest, followed by a magnetic voice from above: "Some things, once you get hooked, you can't quit."

"Especially you, I'm addicted."

Wen Jinian looked up and met his burning gaze; his undisguised possessiveness almost drowned her.

She hurriedly turned her face away, "No! It's about to pour rain, and my aunt hasn't replied to my messages yet. I'm really worried."

"Does she usually reply promptly?"

Chi Yige stroked her fingertips and asked.

Wen Jinian nodded, biting her lower lip, and said, "I can't get through on the phone either."

"Try mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yige took out his phone and handed it over.

She unlocked the phone with practiced ease, then waved it around: "Dare you let me check up on you?"

"With great pleasure."

Wen Jin glanced at him, then looked down and entered the number on the dial pad.

The receiver was still busy, and her brow furrowed even more.

Chi Yige gently placed her on the sofa, picked up his phone, and called the maid.

A moment later, he hung up with a serious expression: "My aunt went out this afternoon and hasn't returned to the villa yet."

Wen Jinian gripped her phone tightly, rubbing it back and forth until her fingertips felt cold: "I have a feeling something bad is going to happen, what should I do?"

Chi Yige pressed down on her trembling hand, "Don't worry, I'll have Shen Yu check the location."

She nodded hastily.

Chi Yige walked to the French windows, where the sound of rain grew louder.

After the call connected, he got straight to the point, "Help me locate Wen Jin's phone."

After giving her number, he recounted how she had gone missing.

A puzzled voice came through the receiver: "Could it be that I'm overthinking it?"

"Niannian is very worried, please investigate immediately."

Chi Yige hung up the phone and looked back to see Wen Jinnian curled up in the corner of the sofa.

(End of this chapter)