Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 46 Don't corrupt her
Shen Yu keenly caught the fleeting coldness in Chi Yige's eyes and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's wrong?"

"The Shi family has too much free time."

Shen Yu understood and said he would make the arrangements.

Chi Yige swiped his finger across the phone screen, dragging a number into the blacklist with a fluid, effortless motion.

The next second, he dialed the number and, before the other end could speak, preemptively said, "Is dating not enough? Are you planning to drag your best friend into this too?"

Fu Yiyi froze, holding her phone, her voice filled with surprise: "Brother? How did you know about me and Niannian..."

"Look around."

Chi Yige's voice came through, mixed with static.

Fu Yiyi turned around abruptly, meeting Shi Zhenxiang's resentful gaze. She gritted her teeth instantly: "It's her again who snitched? We just bumped into each other at the mall!"

"Don't lead her astray."

Chi Yige briefly said a sentence and hung up decisively.

"What the hell!" Fu Yiyi angrily shoved her phone into her bag and turned to Wen Jinian, "Niannian, would I lead you astray?"

Looking at her flustered appearance, Wen Jinnian smiled and pondered seriously: "What I should worry about is whether I'll lead you astray."

Her own vindictive nature almost corrupted this pampered young lady.

Does her older brother really think that way?
The atmosphere at the dinner table calmed down after the phone call, and the group ate their meal slowly.

It wasn't until after 7 p.m., when they paid the bill and left, that Jiang Beisen stared longingly at Fu Yiyi, eagerly anticipating the familiar "entertainment invitation."

In the past, at this time of year, Fu Yiyi would always generously arrange bars, KTVs, or private clubs, spoiling their appetites.

"We're going to the secret bar XX tonight."

Fu Yiyi paused deliberately, and as the others' eyes lit up, she gave a meaningful smile.

"It's a pity, though. That place is very private and only accepts female guests. Maybe next time."

As soon as Fu Yiyi finished speaking, she grabbed Wen Jinnian's wrist, waved her fingertips at the group, turned around and walked away in her high heels, the curve of her skirt exuding elegance.

Jiang Beisen stood there, stunned, until his companion nudged him: "Beisen, did you two have a fight? She's acting strange today."

"No, we weren't making any noise..."

He watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His companions complained incessantly about having nowhere to go tonight, but Jiang Beisen wouldn't listen at all.

He was very agitated.

It was rush hour, and they arrived at the Rosewood Hotel at exactly eight o'clock.

The secret bar is located on the 5th floor of the hotel, and they can take the elevator directly there.

After exiting the elevator, walk a few steps forward and you will see a small, well-hidden black door.

Upon entering, the bar is decorated in a dark color scheme.

A jazz song was playing, rather understated yet luxurious.

The sofa is made of velvet and is paired with some hand-painted tropical ghost-themed walls, with vibrant colors.

They moved to the terrace.

Order a few colorful cocktails and the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour unfolds before your eyes, with neon lights flashing and boats sailing slowly on the shimmering water.

Fu Yiyi took a selfie with Wen Jinnian's phone, the flash dancing on their faces.

After taking the last photo, she noticed Wen Jinian staring blankly at the cocktail in her glass.

"what's wrong?"

Fu Yiyi nudged her shoulder.

Wen Jinnian stirred her straw and said softly, "I'm planning to move out of the Jiang family's house." "Jiang Shu actually agreed?"

Fu Yiyi raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't like him at all. So where are you planning to move to?"

Wen Jinnian shook her head: "I haven't decided yet. I'll look for it slowly when I have time."

As she put down her phone, Fu Yiyi accidentally touched the search interface, where a dense array of rental information came into view.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she quickly took out her phone, snapped a picture of the screen, and added the caption, "Your classmate Wen is not good."

Without hesitation, I sent it to Chi Yige.

At that time, Chi Yige was standing in his private studio, where the four of them had been working hard for hours on the hotel acquisition project, not even having time to drink a sip of tea.

His phone screen suddenly lit up.

As I scrolled down the screenshot of the rental listing, my brows furrowed.

After a moment of silence, he exited the interface and looked at the group of people engrossed in their work: "The project is finished. Let's go relax at the club next door."

With one hand in his pocket, he walked out first with unhurried steps, exuding an air of nobility in every gesture.

In the port area, someone of his status is truly unique; everyone is eager to curry favor with him.

The four people following behind him had grown up with him since childhood; to put it bluntly, they were the sharpest knives in his hands.

The private room next door was a private space specifically created for their own people.

The spacious area is fully equipped with entertainment facilities, including billiards, mahjong tables, karaoke, card games, and several rest rooms on the inner side, perfectly blending entertainment and relaxation functions.

Chi Yige walked in with one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping around the private rooms.

The waiter soon brought over several female models, all of them fair-skinned, beautiful, and alluring.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Soon after, other friends arrived one after another, and the private room instantly became lively, with the sounds of everyone talking and laughing and the giggles of the female models mingling together.

Chi Yige walked to the other sofa and sat down, his slender fingers casually swiping the phone screen. He exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, and no one dared to approach him to disturb him.

Half an hour later, assistant Xiao Li knocked on the door of the private room, walked straight through the crowd, stood in front of Chi Yige, bent down, and whispered a few words in Chi Yige's ear while holding a bag in his hand.

Chi Yige nodded slightly, and his assistant hurriedly took the bag and left.

Over there, Wen Jinian and Fu Yiyi were drinking cocktails with nothing to do. She rested her chin on her hand, feeling sleepy.

At that moment, the bar manager, all smiles, walked over with a bag, glanced at the two women, and asked, "Which lady ordered the B-52 bomber?"

Wen Jinnian looked up in confusion and nodded subconsciously.

The general manager's smile widened, and he said, "Congratulations, miss, you are the 108th customer to order this cocktail at our bar. This bag is a lucky draw prize for you."

Wen Jinian was taken aback, her face full of surprise. She hesitated and said, "There must be some mistake. This cocktail only costs a few yuan, but this bag..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yiyi couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She reached out, took the bag, opened it, and her eyes widened instantly.

"Oh my god, it's a limited edition Hermès White House."

Wen Jinian was no less surprised than Fu Yiyi. When she heard that it was a white Hermes bag, she immediately thought of the gray Hermes bag that Fan Tong had a while ago. This one was much more expensive than that gray Hermes bag.

When did her luck become so good?
Just as I was about to ask a question, the manager politely withdrew.

Fu Yiyi gently nudged Wen Jinnian and scolded her playfully, "Are you silly? This bag is hard to buy, hurry up and take it."

As she spoke, Fu Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she suggested, "Shall we go to the club on the 52nd floor later?"

Wen Jinian asked with some doubt, "Are there any friends there?"

Fu Yiyi blinked, smiled mysteriously, nodded, and said, "You'll know when we get there."

(End of this chapter)