Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 69 Is that what you call "brother"?

Wen Jinian obediently placed her phone on the center console and reclined her seat.

Through her hazy vision, she turned her head to look at the screen, her murmur tinged with the smell of alcohol: "Dr. Chi, I kind of miss you, what should I do?"

On the other end of the video call, Chi Yige suddenly tightened his grip on the coffee cup.

He was completely unaware that the scalding liquid had splashed onto the back of his hand.

Watching her eyelashes flutter as she closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, and after a long while she chuckled softly: "Little drunkard."

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Los Angeles, Four Seasons Hotel Beverly Hills.

In the presidential suite.

Chi Yige's phone was on a stand when his assistant, Li Mingyi, walked in carrying a folder. "Young Master, today's negotiation plan with Company M, the branch cooperation agreement, and the acquisition details are all here."

Chi Yige nodded as he flipped through the documents, then suddenly said, "Make arrangements for them to return to China three days earlier."

Li Mingyi paused, his hand holding the notebook still.

This guy definitely has something going on.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Duan Jiayan and Shen Yu pushed open the door and entered, both looking tense. "We found it."

Shen Yu's voice was deep.

Chi Yige gestured for them to sit down, and Duan Jiayan immediately chimed in: "We found some familiar faces at the Los Angeles docks. They all have U-shaped tattoos on the back of their hands, which are exactly the same as the characteristics of the group that kidnapped Auntie back then."

Chi Yige's fingers suddenly tightened, the corners of the folder being slightly deformed by his grip.

He reached out and took the phone, zoomed in on the photo, and stared intently at the familiar yet glaring tattoo design on the screen.

Chi Yige looked up at Shen Yu, who understood immediately and said, "We have tracked down their location to a villa area in the suburbs."

Chi Yige pondered for a moment, "Let's scout ahead tonight."

"Should we tell the old man?" Shen Yu asked, still worried.

Chi Yige shook his head. "Distant water can't quench a nearby fire."

Shen Yu said no more after hearing this.

The kidnapping of Chi Yige's mother years ago is a thorn in his side, and he will not rest until he personally resolves this old case.

In the hazy morning light, Wen Jinian slowly opened her eyes.

The dim light slanted through the glass, making her raise her hand to shield her eyes. Her gaze inadvertently swept over her phone, and she paused, startled.

The video call with Chi Yige didn't end!

The phone screen kept shaking, reflecting the blurry images of the white wall and bed sheet; the background was clearly a hospital ward.

Her heart jumped into her throat.

Just then, the screen suddenly went black, and the call was cut off.

She sat up straight and dialed the video again.

The phone rang for a long time before the screen finally lit up, showing Chi Yige's assistant, Li Mingyi.

Li Mingyi lowered his voice and called out, "Miss Wen."

Wen Jinnian rolled down the car window, her heart filled with anxiety. "Assistant Li, where's Chi Yige? Is he injured?"

On the screen, Li Mingyi took a few steps deeper into the corridor, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Yes, young master's injuries aren't too serious..."

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and added, "I haven't had a full night's sleep since I went abroad, and my body can't take it anymore."

"He has insomnia?"

Wen Jinian gripped her phone tightly.

How did you get injured again? How can a person get by without sleep?

Just as Li Mingyi was about to speak, a rustling sound suddenly came from the back seat.

She was curled up on the back of the chair when she suddenly sat up straight, her messy hair sticking up high.

"Who's injured?" Fu Yiyi asked, squinting.

Wen Jinian immediately turned on the video call speakerphone. As soon as Fu Yiyi heard Li Mingyi's voice, she sat up straight and asked, "Is my brother alright?"

Li Mingyi turned his gaze to Wen Jinnian, "Miss Wen, could you come and take care of my young master? He..." "Give me the address, and I'll book the plane ticket."

Wen Jinian booked the earliest flight of the day to Los Angeles, and landed at 10:30 p.m.

Li Mingyi rushed to pick him up at the airport, repeatedly reminding him along the way: "I didn't dare tell the young master that you were coming. He just finished getting stitches and an IV drip and only slept for less than ten minutes."

Pushing open the door to the VIP ward, the smell of disinfectant hits you.

The man lay quietly on the hospital bed, his pale face making his eyelashes appear even thicker, his arm wrapped in gauze resting on the sheet.

Wen Jinian walked gently to the bedside and sat down, and the sound of the door closing softly came from behind her.

Li Mingyi had quietly left, leaving the ward to the two of them.

Wen Jinnian gazed at the sleeping person on the hospital bed, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the sheets.

How could his face be so pale after only a few days?

She quietly tucked the blanket up a little, when suddenly her wrist tightened as cold fingers gripped her hand.

"Niannian..." The man did not open his eyes, and the low call that escaped from his throat was somewhat hoarse and tender.

"It's me. Why aren't you asleep?"

she asked softly.

“I was just sleepy…” He grasped her hand and pulled it to his heart, patting the edge of the bed with his uninjured right hand. “The bed is big, come up and keep me company.”

Wen Jinnian hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and lay down on her side next to him, resting her head on his slightly warm right arm.

A familiar woman's scent, mingled with a faint smell of disinfectant, lingered around my nose. Suddenly, a soft laugh came from beside me: "Are you worried about me?"

"Stop being so vain, go to sleep."

She turned her face away, but leaned closer to him.

The ward returned to silence, with the hum of the air conditioner mingling with the regular ticking of the monitor.

She didn't know when, but drowsiness came over her, and all she remembered was the warmth of him holding her tightly in his arms.

When I opened my eyes again, the electronic clock by the bed showed 11:30.

She looked up and saw him gazing down at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness she had never seen before.

Wen Jinian subconsciously pulled up her shirt collar and sniffed it; the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat.

Her ears burned: "I'm sorry, I came in such a hurry I didn't take a shower."

Chi Yige shook his head and gestured to the folded clothes on the sofa: "Assistant Li has prepared new ones. Eat something first, then take a shower."

She sat up and examined his bandaged arm closely: "Are there any other injuries?"

"Wen, can I take that as you being concerned about me?"

Wen Jinnian sat up straight and retorted, "You're my sugar daddy. If you're missing an arm or a leg, won't I lose everything?"

"I'm not much older than you."

"Then call him brother?"

Wen Jinian blinked and suddenly spoke.

Chi Yige was stunned for a moment, and the soft, sweet "brother" made his heart flutter with joy.

He put his arm around the woman's slender waist.

He leaned down and gently pecked her lips, then released her as quickly as a dragonfly skimming the water: "Are you hungry? Come eat something with me."

Wen Jinian wasn't being coy; she was genuinely hungry.

Bring the late-night snack from the coffee table to the small table in front of the hospital bed.

Two servings of lobster pasta.

Wen Jinnian skillfully spread the peeled lobster meat on the spaghetti, carefully mixed it evenly, and then pushed it in front of Chi Yige.

To his surprise, he used his fork to scoop most of the lobster meat into her bowl: "Eat more."

Hungry Wen Jinian no longer refused, picked up the pasta coated in sauce with her fork, and began to eat heartily.

Seeing her eating with such satisfaction, Chi Yige couldn't help but smile and ate a few more bites himself.

After finishing her meal, Wen Jinnian wiped her mouth and asked tentatively, "Was your injury this time because of an enemy?"

(End of this chapter)