Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 34 Dr. Chi is no different from a sister in my eyes!
"In my eyes, only you are of the opposite sex."

Wen Jinnian: "..."

What is this nonsense?

Was it a disguised confession? She stumbled and stepped on Chi Yige's leather shoes.

The man groaned, a suppressed hiss escaping his throat, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with pain.

To take revenge for personal gain.

He chuckled softly, then suddenly tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her sharply into his arms.

As he spun around, he leaned down and gently bit her earlobe, his tongue brushing against her sensitive skin before quickly withdrawing.

A warm breath, accompanied by a tingling sensation, swept through her entire body. Wen Jinian's eyes widened in disbelief, a look that pleased the culprit.

Openly and blatantly seducing people in public.

Indeed, treacherous and cunning, despicable.

The ambiguous touch near her ear involuntarily reminded her of that night when his firm muscles were faintly visible beneath his white shirt.

Just thinking about it now makes my throat feel hot and my heartbeat erratic.

She felt extremely embarrassed.

Wen Jinnian's rebellious spirit was clamoring within her.

How could I easily bow my head?

She looked up, her stubborn gaze carrying a resolute determination.

"In my eyes, Dr. Chi is no different from a sister!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Yige suddenly tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her into his arms again.

As the two twirl around, what appears to be a harmonious dance is actually a hidden battle.

Warm golden light entwined the vine-covered trellis, casting dappled patterns of light on the bluestone path.

The evening breeze, carrying a sweet floral scent, lifted the hem of Wen Jinnian's blue skirt. Her unique fragrance lingered around Chi Yige, causing a subtle tremor to rise in his heart.

"Okay, let's be sisters then."

Chi Yige gave a casual response.

Wen Jinnian's pupils contracted sharply. Before she could ask any further questions, he had already gracefully led her to complete the last dance step.

The music stopped abruptly, and the moment she let go, Wen Jinian felt a tingling sensation in her waist.

Chi Yige pinched her on purpose!
Her clenched teeth brought a playful smile to the lips of the usually aloof Crown Prince.

The onlookers were stunned. This usually aloof and refined young master of the port area actually showed a happy face because of a dance.

Sensing a business opportunity, the group swarmed around Chi Yige, who had just stepped off the dance floor.

Including Jiang Xiao.

Wen Jinian let out a long sigh of relief, picked up the drink next to her, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, and the warm breath from Chi Yige when he leaned over still lingered in his ears.

Danger, must stay away.

She clutched the empty glass and muttered to herself.

In a daze, a flash of white light appeared overhead, and a little angel in a gauze dress appeared, resting her chin on her hand. "Wen Jinnian, who is he? With that face and that figure, it would be a waste not to seduce him!"
Look at all those ugly, deformed people around him, how can they compare to him even a fraction?"

In the upper right corner, a dark figure suddenly appeared, a little devil shrouded in black smoke standing with his hands on his hips and sneering, "Pah! Lust is a double-edged sword. Strike first, or you'll be the one who gets seduced!"

What the hell?

Aren't the two meanings the same?

"Niannian, what are you daydreaming about?"

She snapped back to her senses.

Jiang Shu had appeared beside her without her noticing.

Wen Jinnian shook her head.

Jiang Shu stared at her profile, which was shimmering with starlight, and his throat tightened.

The image of her dancing with Chi Yige on stage just now is like a thorn piercing my eyes.

At that moment, his father was chatting with Chi Yige with a big smile on his face, but he couldn't care less about that. The dull pain surging in his chest almost overwhelmed him. Only when he stood beside her did he feel that Wen Jinnian still belonged to him alone.

Chi Yige's languid voice drifted over on the evening breeze.

"Miss Wen is like my neighbor's sister, a kind person."

The meaning is self-evident.

Wen Jinian's eyelashes trembled slightly as she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

A good person? She knew all too well what kind of treacherous and cunning personality lay hidden beneath her seemingly delicate exterior.

She doesn't consider herself a good person.

younger sister?

His deliberately emphasized tone was merely an excuse to silence the gossip.

She detected interest in his eyes.

He was interested in her.

Chi Yige did it on purpose.

Sure enough, his surname is a walking golden signboard. Just by standing there, his noble demeanor in every gesture makes those around him pale in comparison.

As he spoke and laughed, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his voice was deep and composed, which drew frequent nods from the crowd.

Every merchant present smiled obsequiously, even their handing out business cards was done with a degree of deliberation, as if afraid of spoiling his mood.

After all, the word "late" is a symbol of power and authority in Hong Kong.

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When I returned, Wen Jin was already asleep.

The entire villa was now silent.

As she turned the corner of the corridor, she suddenly heard a suppressed call from behind: "Niannian."

She stopped in her tracks, and as she turned around, half of her face was hidden in the shadows of the flickering corridor lights.

Jiang Shu stared at that aloof profile, his Adam's apple bobbing violently: "Niannian, do you hate me?"

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, barely suppressing the urge to pull the person into his arms.

Hate?

Wen Jinnian asked herself this question countless times late at night while she was abroad.

She hates those who started this whole thing, those who trampled on her sincerity.

She had resentment towards Jiang Shu.

Yet he could never bring himself to harden his emotions and turn them into hatred.

The corridor lights were dim, and she gave a faint smile, her voice calm: "No."

The door to the first-floor reception room creaked open, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Wen Jinian and Jiang Shu's gazes fell into the shadows, where they saw Jiang Xiao leaning against the door frame, surrounded by a dim yellow halo, making it impossible to see her expression.

His voice was like ice: "Come to the study."

Jiang Shu clenched his fists, and the veins bulged under his skin.

As she turned around, she forced a smile at Wen Jinian, her eyes full of reassurance, signaling her to leave first.

She nodded, clutching the hem of her clothes, and had just taken a step when she heard a dull thud of flesh colliding behind her.

Her body remained stiff, as if it were a mechanical motion.

Inside the study, the sharp whistling of a whip tearing through the air shattered the silence.

The first lash struck Jiang Shu's shoulder, instantly turning his snow-white shirt into a scarlet flower.

The second and third lashes fell in quick succession.

Jiang Xiao lowered her eyes and wiped the tip of the whip, her voice casual: "You keep doing the same thing, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Dad, why do you insist on pushing Niannian away? None of those men are good enough for her."

Jiang Xiao suddenly swung the whip to the ground, the metal tip striking the blue bricks with a piercing sound.

He loosened his tie, a complex emotion surging in his eyes: "The way that Chi family member looked at Wen Jinnian today was clearly unusual!"

"Are you trying to push people into a pile of interests?" Jiang Shu finally raised his head, his pale face stained with blood, yet he remained terrifyingly stubborn.

"Without profit, how could the Jiang family be what it is today?"

Jiang Xiao looked at him with a disappointed expression.

Wen Jinian leaned against the window sill, her eyes red, and sobbed silently in the darkness. After a long while, she dragged her heavy steps up to the second floor.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the first-aid kit; this was the first time in four years that she had taken the initiative to approach Jiang Shu's bedroom.

The door was ajar, and a muffled groan escaped from the crack.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A strong smell of blood hit her from inside. Jiang Shu was curled up on the sofa with his back to her.

I was quite conflicted when writing about the supporting characters in Jiang Shu's novel!

Do you think we should portray him in an extremely dark and twisted way, with a twisted love, or should we portray him as a complete scoundrel who abandons the female lead for power and then regrets it?
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