Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 37 This figure is quite rare.
Fu Yiyi sat in a booth, chugging champagne glass after glass, her gaze following Wen Jinnian's slender figure.

She swayed to the bar, whispered a few words to the waiter, took something out of her bag and handed it to him, then turned and walked toward the restroom.

The corridor was now filled with a dark red, ambiguous glow, and the deafening music became much quieter here.

One side faces the restrooms, while the other side features highly private private rooms.

While washing my hands, I suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the stall.

Before she could leave, a conversation she overheard around the corner made her abruptly stop in her tracks.
She turned off the tap very quietly, and the moment she slipped into the cubicle, Zhou Shiyi's voice came from next door.

"It's all because Young Master Fu has taken a liking to Wen Jinnian, otherwise I would have invited him for drinks, what a waste of time."

"Poetic, Brother Jiang has cherished Wen Jin Nian since he was in school. Aren't you afraid of doing this?"

A dull thud came from the tiled wall, like someone had punched it hard.

"afraid?"

Zhou Shiyi's voice was filled with gritted teeth and hatred, "Just because of her, the Zhou family's stock plummeted, and my dad pointed his finger at me and called me a piece of trash!"

A cold laugh mingled with the sound of high heels pacing, "But Young Master Fu is a good pawn. We'll have to 'treat' him well when we get to the private room."

The sound of a door opening could be heard.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Wen Jinnian gave a cold laugh and quietly followed.

After turning several corners in the corridor, she caught a glimpse of room number 308. Only after the two people went inside did she turn in the opposite direction.

She suddenly remembered something and walked straight towards the staff lounge.

During her four years abroad, she earned a lot of tips by working as a waitress in a bar and using her silver tongue.

This part-time job not only provided her with a livelihood, but also gave her a thorough understanding of the shady dealings in bars.

Wen Jinian slipped a 200 yuan tip to the waiter and received a uniform consisting of a short shirt and a pencil skirt.

The skirt was so short it was glaringly short, so she couldn't help but pull it down a bit, then casually tied her hair into a high ponytail and stuffed the skirt into her bag.

When she found out that ten bottles of Louis XIII had been ordered in VIP room 308, she let out a cold laugh.

Zhou Shiyi was really willing to go to great lengths to get revenge on her.

The procession of wine deliverymen arrived quickly.

Two people carried a custom-made wine rack, with ten bottles of Louis XIII gleaming amber under the flashing LED lights.

A manager walked ahead carrying an ice bucket and a bottle opener, with a spotlight sweeping across the corridor, drawing the attention of guests wherever he went.

This is clearly a marketing tactic by the bar, using exorbitantly priced drinks to encourage others to follow suit and consume.

Wen Jinian mingled among the waiters, also carrying an ice bucket.

Duan Jiayan patted Chi Yige on the shoulder and, following the other's gaze, caught a glimpse of a woman in uniform walking into the next private room.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, took a deep drag, and white smoke drifted over his eyebrows and eyes, obscuring his expression.

He stood in front of the cigarette butt column, stubbed out his cigarette, and said in a low voice, "Have someone keep an eye on her next door, make sure nothing happens to her."

Duan Jiayan was taken aback; this was not the kind of thing the usually aloof Crown Prince Chi would say.

In a flash, he remembered why he had come to the bar that day and chuckled to himself, "Got it, leave it to me."

Chi Yige seemed to have thought of something, chuckled softly, straightened his collar, and put his hands in his pockets before entering the private room.

When I pushed open the door, there were seven or eight people sitting around a long black sofa in the private room.

A row of beautiful models in short skirts stood in front of the coffee table, their figures graceful.

He didn't look to the side and went straight to sit down on the single sofa.

Several young men sitting nearby immediately chimed in, "Young Master Chi, you choose first."

The person leaning against the sofa sneered lightly, casually glancing over the crowd. Those present were all scions of wealthy families in the port area, with whom they had varying degrees of business dealings.

Although he had little interest in these beautiful women, he didn't want to spoil the fun, so he said casually, "Choose whatever you like."

Upon seeing this, Shen Yu immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Young masters, these were all specially prepared at Young Master Chi's request, please don't be shy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces were filled with pride. Being entertained by the heir of the Chi family in the port area was a great honor.

Some people immediately put their arms around the beautiful models next to them, while others waved their hands dismissively.

"Change to another batch!" The manager nodded and bowed, leading the unselected models out.

As soon as Wen Jinnian stepped into the private room, she subconsciously frowned.

Under the dim light, a dozen or twenty men and women huddled together, with Fu Yunjie, Zhu Yiqun, and a few others prominently among them.

She immediately lowered her head and deftly placed the wine on the coffee table.

The music inside was deafening, with the sounds of dice rolling, clinking glasses, and teasing filling the room.

Some men were dancing intimately with their female companions, while others were drunk and shouting with their glasses in hand.

He glanced furtively at Zhou Shiyi and Fan Tong, who were sitting stiffly next to Fu Yanjie, their faces full of disdain.

Not long after, a male and a female model sat down in front of them. Zhou Shiyi looked impatient, but she didn't refuse the fruit the man offered. After taking a bite, her eyes became even more gloomy.

She quietly reached into her pocket for the medicine packet.

She used this for self-defense when she worked in a bar abroad; it's very potent.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, he let out a cold laugh.

She took the bottle opener and, in the brief moment when everyone was raising their glasses to toast and clinking glasses, poured the powder into a bottle of wine.

In the dim light, the white powder quietly dissolved into the liquor.

The waiter poured it into a tulip-shaped brandy glass.

The wine was quickly distributed, and Wen Jinnian stood to the side with her eyes downcast. Fu Yanjie's sneer came from the sofa.

“Miss Zhou, this wine is no small sum.”

Zhou Shiyi raised her crystal glass and touched it to the glass, smiling brightly: "Young Master Fu, you're too kind. Since you've taken a liking to my Niannian, isn't this a way for us to get to know each other better? It's like we're becoming even closer."

Fu Yanjie raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, recalling the cold look Jiang Shu had given him at the birthday banquet, and inwardly scoffed.

But then she thought of Wen Jin's pure face and innocent eyes, and her tone softened instantly: "Miss Zhou is so considerate. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

He gestured to the waiter to refill his glass, and the amber liquid rippled in the glass.

While everyone was raising their glasses, Wen Jinnian unscrewed the second bottle of Louis XIII, and the powder in her palm silently slid into the vortex of the wine.

Zhou Shiyi's voice drifted in, mingling with the music: "Although Niannian studied abroad for four years... don't worry, Young Master Fu..."

The music suddenly burst out, and Wen Jinnian used the rhythm as cover to wed the miniature camera into a decorative seam in the corner of the wall.

As she turned to leave, Zhu Yiqun suddenly called out "Wait!" from behind. Her heart leaped into her throat, and her nails dug into her palms.

Before the other person could react, she yanked the door open and walked out, the sound of a leather sofa echoing behind her.

“That figure…” Zhu Yiqun frowned, pushed back the chair, and walked towards the door.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he leered as he chased after her, saying, "That figure is quite rare."

Wen Jinnian caught a glimpse of the door to the next private room opening, and several young models filed in.

She gritted her teeth, used the model's silhouette as cover, and darted into the private room.

Is that you, my adorable baby?
If you need translations for Cantonese, feel free to leave a comment, and I'll add annotations later when I write in Cantonese.

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