Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 38 Young Master Chi, is this how you expect me to serve you?
"Where is he?" Zhu Yiqun's voice came through the door.

Wen Jinian clung tightly to the shadows in the private room.

A sudden chill ran down my neck.

A rustling, teasing voice came from behind: "Your Highness, why don't you pick a beauty to keep you company?"

"Oh dear, Young Master Chi must pick one today."

Chi Yige held the whiskey glass with his knuckles, but did not answer.

After a few sips of wine, he forgot all about social hierarchy.

Shen Yu swept a sharp look over them, and the young men in the room instantly fell silent.

Chi Yige casually raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the row of young models before finally settling on the huddled figure by the door.

The mini-skirt revealed her slender waist.

This outfit...

When will the Crown Prince be a good match for this type?
Judging from her back view, she's got some assets, but what kind of looks could a waitress possibly have?

Everyone knows that young models earn significantly more than waitresses.

Wouldn't it be foolish not to use a pretty face to become a young model?

As the buzzing of conversation filled the private room, Chi Yige suddenly curled his lips into a light laugh, the last syllable of his voice trailing off like a viper's tongue.

Wen Jinnian froze, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Just as my tense back relaxed after hearing the words "red clothes," the next sentence pinned me to the spot.

"The one in the red dress, the one wearing a shirt and pencil skirt."

Chi Yige tapped the crystal glass with his fingertips, the sound of ice cubes colliding was crisp and chilling.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, their eyes sweeping towards the doorway like searchlights.

Wen Jinian stared intently at the ground, listening to the gasps rising and falling behind her.

"Why has Young Master Chi taken a fancy to a waitress?"

Even the carefully selected models couldn't meet his standards, surprisingly...

The whispers stung her eardrums. She gritted her teeth and gripped her skirt tightly, unaware that a pair of eyes in the shadows were taking in her tense shoulders and trembling fingertips.

Several young models walked past Wen Jinian angrily, and she could feel their resentful gazes.

Every female model here wants to earn more money, especially since the other party is the heir of the Chi family, so the tip he gives will definitely be substantial.

The door was pushed open suddenly and slammed shut with a dull thud.

Wen Jinnian took a deep breath, took out a veil from her bag and put it on, then ripped off the waiter's tie.

Since we're already here, it wouldn't hurt to get a little tip.

Besides, she hit someone's car today, so even though Fu Yiyi could claim insurance.

Wen Jinian felt it was a disgrace; she had never rear-ended a car before, especially not a luxury car.

She took a deep breath, then turned around and walked gracefully to Chi Yige.

She said in a sickeningly sweet, affected voice, "Greetings, Prince Chi."

Chi Yige looked up, her gaze involuntarily starting from her black high heels and moving upwards along her straight calves.

When he saw the miniskirt, a fleeting, unfathomable emotion flashed in his cold eyes.

Further up, there was a slender waist, completely covered by a shirt, and apart from the mini-skirt, not a bit of her chest was exposed.

But it is precisely this veiled allure that adds to its forbidden charm.

The other people in the private room also turned their attention to Wen Jinian, and their first reaction was the same.

She has a really nice figure.

But why wear a veil? Everyone was curious, but they all kept it to themselves.

I dared not ask any more questions.

Shen Yu sensed the awkward atmosphere in the private room and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Come on, let's play dice! Let's drink until we drop!"

Everyone then looked away, except for Wen Jinnian, who remained standing to the side.

Neither of them spoke or moved, and the two remained in a stalemate, creating an awkward atmosphere.

In the end, Chi Yige gave a light scoff.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw the woman in front of him with her head down and her face covered by a black veil.

He suppressed the urge to tear off the veil. Then, he raised his finger and pointed to the armrest next to his sofa, his meaning clear without a word.

Wen Jin rolled her eyes at him, thinking, "You wicked capitalist."

The single sofa is so wide that it could easily fit two people.

She gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and stopped beside the handrail that Chi Yige pointed to.

Just as I was about to sit down, I realized that the super short bodycon skirt was too short and I was afraid that I would accidentally expose myself.

She awkwardly tried to keep her legs as close together as possible, attempting to make her posture appear more dignified.

Chi Yige saw all of her little actions.

Just as she was about to sit down, his left hand suddenly reached out and gently pulled her down onto his lap without warning.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment and disbelief as she looked at the indifferent-looking man before her.

He took a suit jacket from beside the sofa and draped it over her legs.

The movements were natural and fluid, as if everything was perfectly logical.

His face flushed bright red instantly, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She tried to break free, but his strong arms held her tightly, preventing her from moving.

"Don't move."

Chi Yige's voice rang in her ears, carrying an undeniable authority yet subtly revealing a gentle tenderness.

She froze in his arms, unsure of what to do, and could only lower her head, letting that familiar yet unfamiliar scent envelop her.

So he's this considerate to other women too?

She stared blankly at the suit jacket covering her legs.

"What, do you really enjoy exposing your legs?"

His voice was languid and playful, but when it entered her ears, it felt like a thorn, making her feel uncomfortable.

She looked up and was immediately met with his mocking gaze.

Only then did I realize that he was wearing a shirt in the same color scheme as mine.

He, who is usually always dressed in a suit and tie and is serious and rigid, was quite casual today without a jacket, which made him look like a playboy.

Without the glasses that always made him look cold and aloof, his bangs fell naturally, a stark contrast to his usual serious and proper appearance.

Through that thin bodycon skirt, you could not only feel the firmness of his leg muscles, but also the warmth of his body.

She thought those legs were really strong.

Wen Jinian felt extremely embarrassed.

There's a sense of defeat, like walking right into a trap.

The hand around her waist seemed to caress her intentionally or unintentionally, the movement like soothing a disobedient kitten.

Her body trembled slightly, and a strange sensation spread from her waist, making her heart beat faster and faster.

She wanted to escape, but was held captive in his strong embrace. She could only blush, her eyes darting away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

He awkwardly made up an excuse: "It's necessary for work."

Chi Yige scoffed lightly, his tone carrying an undeniable air: "What a job requirement! Your task now is to keep me company."

He gestured with his lips, indicating the direction towards the coffee table. Wen Jinnian suppressed her displeasure, picked up a piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate with a toothpick, and held it to his lips.

He raised an eyebrow: "What, never served anyone before?"

Wen Jinian subconsciously shook her head, but secretly thought to herself: I don't want to serve anyone else but you, you big shot!
Seemingly sensing her thoughts, Chi Yige suddenly reached out his right hand, grabbed her wrist, and brought the cantaloupe to his lips.

He stuck out his tongue, seemingly intentionally, and then gently bit her finger.

A shiver ran through her body, as if she had been struck by an electric current, and Wen Jinnian abruptly pulled her hand back.

She looked up and glared at him.

Chi Yige saw the woman in his arms wiggle her hips, her fair fingers moving as gently as if tickling a feather, slowly landing on his chest, again and again, seemingly drifting towards his Adam's apple.

A faint smile curved her lips as she parted them slightly, her tone carrying a hint of provocation and allure.

"Young Master Chi, is this how you want me to serve you?"

An extra chapter today! If you need annotations for the Cantonese text, feel free to leave a comment here!

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