Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 33 In my eyes, only you are of the opposite sex.

Wen Jinian did not take the cake he offered.

With a perfectly timed smile on his lips and a gentle, pleasant voice, he said, "Young Master Fu, are you perhaps a little drunk? This first piece of cake was handed to the wrong person."

As she spoke, she turned slightly to the side, and Mei You was subtly pushed forward.

Fu Yanjie realized what was happening and slapped his forehead. "Look at my memory, I was drunk. Mom, you eat."

Wen Jinian successfully withdrew.

The gazes from those around her were like needles frozen in ice, as if they wanted to pin her to the spot.

The Fu family in the port area is a well-known and prestigious family.

At this birthday party, those socialites who were desperate to climb the social ladder had already seen Fu Yanjie as their prey.

She didn't want to stand out in this sensitive situation.

Chi Yige's gaze lingered on Wen Jinnian from every angle, and as he followed her line of sight, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Everyone symbolically took a few bites of the cake, and suddenly melodious music filled the flower hall.

Wen Jinnian glanced down at her phone; the screen showed it was past midnight.

Just as she was planning to find an excuse to leave, the man holding the microphone announced loudly, "Next is free interaction time. Ladies and gentlemen, why not invite your crush to dance a song together!"

As the melody flowed, Wen Jinnian noticed several figures approaching her.

She caught a glimpse of Fu Yanjie's meaningful gaze out of the corner of her eye, and her heart sank.

People found their dance partners in twos and threes, and the banquet hall was filled with a romantic atmosphere.

Only a few malicious gazes were fixed on Wen Jinian.

Just as she was caught in a dilemma, Fu Yanjie strode forward and gave her an elegant gentlemanly bow: "Miss Wen, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

A familiar melody suddenly rang out; it was "The Waltz of Love".

Wen Jinian's heart tightened, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She really didn't want to dance this dance.

It was Jiang Shu who taught her.

Jiang Shu was being pestered by Zhou Shiyi, and since the occasion wasn't right, he refrained from coming over.

His gaze remained fixed on Wen Jinian.

Just as she hesitated, a hand with distinct knuckles reached into her view.

The man's voice was deep and clear, each word distinct: "Miss Wen, would you like to be my dance partner?"

I looked up, quite surprised.

When Fu Yanjie also recognized the person, he was so shocked he almost lost his composure: "Young Master Chi, what is this...?"

"Young Master Fu, please do me a favor. I need to dispel the rumors."

The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp as a hawk's.

While Fu Yanjie was stunned, he had already imagined the whole scenario.

It turns out that Prince Chi didn't bring a female companion because he was afraid of being gossiped about!
The Chi family holds a very important position in the port area. He smiled and nodded, then reached out his hand to the girl next to Wen Jinnian.

Wen Jinnian watched this scene, and her heart sank.

People around whispered, "Young Master Chi seems particularly interested in Miss Wen today."

Chi Yige's public invitation to dance, seemingly to defuse the situation, actually pushed her into an even more turbulent vortex of public opinion.

From now on, she will likely become the target of public criticism in the entire industry.

Chi Yige's blatant invitation to dance instantly froze the atmosphere in the banquet hall.

Countless gazes fell upon her, and Wen Jinnian's fingertips grew cold.

He cursed inwardly.

This is not helping her at all.

She knew all too well the rules of the game in wealthy families. Chi Yige's "favor" at this moment might just be a passing fancy, but once that interest faded, she would probably end up as a discarded pawn.

She dared not gamble, and was even less willing to become a tool in someone else's game.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced in Jiang Xiao's direction, and the other person's originally indifferent expression was suddenly disturbed.

Wen Jinnian broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

Caught in a complex web of undercurrents, she became the most conspicuous piece on the chessboard. Chi Yige caught a fleeting glimpse of fear in her eyes.

He didn't say much, but gently took her hand.

It exuded a slight chill and even trembled slightly.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, as if trying to transfer his warmth to her.

He led her, his steps steady, into the center of the dance floor.

Chi Yige naturally took the lead in the movement, gently placing Wen Jinnian's right hand on his left shoulder.

He gently grasped her right hand with his left, using just the right amount of pressure, while his right hand rested on her left side, lightly touching her without applying any force.

He leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "Don't be afraid, trust me."

Wen Jinian subconsciously looked up, and in an instant, she met his eyes, which were as deep as a still pool.

His gaze seemed to sparkle like a thousand stars, and also held an undeniable certainty and strength.

It seems to be silently saying: No matter what happens, I am here.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her previously chaotic emotions calmed down somewhat in that instant.

A familiar melody began to play.

Step by step I draw closer to you, circle by circle I press against my heart, like a shooting star dancing in the night sky…

This song was like a key, unlocking the floodgates of Wen Jinnian's memories.

The scene of Jiang Shu patiently leading her to dance again and again flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Those deeply ingrained muscle memories now seem so ridiculous and helpless.

With a little effort, Chi Yige guided Wen Jinnian.

Memory is a truly terrifying thing.

He leaned down slightly, his gaze fixed intently on her. "You're afraid of your uncle."

He used an affirmative sentence.

The person he was referring to was Jiang Xiao.

"Dr. Chi, do you perhaps possess mind-reading abilities?"

Wen Jinian found him both frightening and mysterious.

Chi Yige smiled slightly, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his voice was lingering.

"Perhaps, I can just read your mind."

The words, though seemingly joking, possessed a strange, bewitching power when spoken by him.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and smiled innocently. She looked up, her large, watery eyes wide open.

"Dr. Chi, then tell me, what am I thinking right now?"

Chi Yige's lips curled into a smile, and he raised an eyebrow: "Wen, you've probably cursed me a thousand times over in your heart already!"

He looked down and saw her chuckle softly, a sly glint in her eyes: "Dr. Chi, how could I dare? Someone like you, handsome, rich, and powerful, what woman wouldn't want to throw herself at you?"

She said "how dare I," not "I wouldn't dare."

The woman gestured with her lips, indicating that he should look to the side.

Sure enough, many women unconsciously turned their gazes toward them.

Chi Yige's gaze remained fixed on Wen Jinnian's fair face.

She is the kind of beauty with a delicate, understated face that grows on you, especially her bright and clear eyes, the shadows cast by her eyelashes trembling gently, and her cheeks so tender they seem almost fragile.

It makes you want to reach out and pinch it.

For no apparent reason, even when his palms were on her waist, they felt burning hot.

The familiar scent of a woman, the familiar touch.

His self-control, which he was so proud of, was on the verge of collapse.

Shaky.

Chi Yige's eyes flickered slightly, and his thin lips parted slightly: "In my eyes, only you are considered a member of the opposite sex."

The previous chapter contained a pun: Mei You (meaning "not there") and Fu Xianhan (meaning "heartless man").

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