Hong Kong Nights of Passion

Chapter 72 I Can't Bear to Part
Wen Jinian was startled when she heard the voice.

Just as she was about to get up, Chi Yige's hand was still loosely resting on her waist.

The footsteps were getting closer.

She panicked and pulled the blanket over herself completely.

Seeing her flustered appearance, Chi Yige smiled. Instead of exposing her, he deliberately left a gap in the corner of the blanket to let her breathe, tidied up the pillow, and sat up slightly.

Shen Yu and Duan Jiayan carried their bags and put them on the sofa.

The two had just turned around when they ran into Chi Yige's ambiguous gaze.

Following his gaze down to the bed, one could clearly see a person hiding under the raised blankets.

They both slapped their foreheads at the same time, stammering, "Look at our forgetfulness! We need to buy some more fruit and come back later!"

After saying that, he covered his eyes, dashed to the door, and slammed it shut.

Chi Yige glanced at the small tuft of hair peeking out from under the covers and chuckled, "I'm leaving."

Wen Jinnian then carefully lifted the blanket and scolded, "Why didn't your two brothers knock on the door!"

He smiled and put his arm around her shoulder: "Don't take it to heart, they've never been serious."

Wen Jinnian got up and straightened her wrinkled clothes. As she walked towards the bathroom, she poked her head out and leaned against the wall, asking, "How much longer do we have to stay in the hospital?"

"I can go back to the hotel today."

Wen Jinian nodded, and when she came out again, she had changed into a refreshing outfit.

Wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, with her ponytail swaying gently with her movements, she looked exactly like a college freshman.

Chi Yige's gaze turned somber, and he suddenly sighed, "Why didn't I meet you when I was studying abroad?"

Wen Jinnian tilted her head and chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes: "Remember when I blocked the classroom door with a megaphone? Dr. Chi was so arrogant back then, hiding inside and refusing to come out no matter what."

Chi Yige threw off the covers and got up, picked up a tracksuit from the sofa, and looked at Wen Jinnian with a smile on his lips.

"Wen, would you like to confess your feelings one more time?"

Wen Jinnian glanced at him sideways, "Dream on."

As he finished speaking, he raised his hand to take off his shirt, his movements appearing particularly stiff due to his injured arm.

"Lower your head."

She spoke helplessly.

Chi Yige obediently squatted down, carefully wrapping the T-shirt around his injured arm. The moment the fabric slipped down, his lean yet powerful waistline was revealed.

Suddenly, she remembered the entanglement of that night, and she hurriedly looked away, her throat tightening.

"If you keep acting so recklessly, the next time you get hurt, it won't be just a minor injury."

"I'll definitely pay attention."

Chi Yige raised his hand to make a promise.

Wen Jinnian slapped his hand away in disgust.

She herself was surprised that she could be so comfortable and at ease with Chi Yige, without having to hide any emotions, and could always show her most authentic self without reservation.

A strange ripple stirred in my heart. Could it be because we had become intimate and I was deeply attracted by his unique qualities?

She quickly shook her head to clear her mind.

"Stop overthinking, let's fill our stomachs first."

The things that Shen Yu and Duan Jiayan brought filled the table, including steaming hot breakfast and various daily necessities.

"Are you sure you can wash up by yourself?"

Wen Jin Nian asked tentatively.

Chi Yige raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "If Wen wants to help me 'personally', I'd be more than happy to."

She blushed and gave him a push, watching him walk into the bathroom with a triumphant smile before sitting down on the sofa and slowly drinking a bowl of millet porridge.

When her phone rang and she saw the caller ID, Wen Jinian froze.

Oh no, she had forgotten what she had promised Jiang Xiao.

I glanced at the time; it was eight in the morning here, which would be past ten in China. Why was he calling all of a sudden? "Hello, Uncle."

"Niannian, the Duan family patriarch's birthday banquet is in two days, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

There was a faint noise coming from the other end of the phone. Wen Jingnian frowned: "Uncle, why is there crying on your end?"

Jiang Xiao raised her voice, "It's a scene from a TV show!"

Just as he was hesitating about how to explain whether he was in the country or not, a figure suddenly loomed over him.

Chi Yige gave her a reassuring smile and took the phone from her: "Hello, is this President Jiang?"

"Young Master Chi...?"

"Yes."

Chi Yige said casually, “Ms. Wen has excellent painting skills. We need scene painting for a banquet abroad, and a client happens to like her style, so we invited her to come on a business trip.”

"Thank you so much, Young Master Chi, for remembering our Niannian. It is a great honor for her."

Jiang Xiao's tone on the other end of the phone was full of flattery.

Wen Jinnian saw Chi Yige's smile spread into his voice, but the end of his tone carried an imperceptible chill.

"You're too kind. As for the Duan family's birthday banquet, Jia Yan also came with us on this business trip."

He paused, then continued, "We will do our best to return."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Jinnian rested her chin on her hand and looked up at him, her eyes crinkling: "What, I haven't even lost my temper yet, and you're already angry?"

Chi Yige looked down at her, his voice deepening with the turbulent emotions in his eyes: "He wants to scheme against you? He'll have to ask me for permission first."

"I can't bear to part with it," he added sullenly.

The words "reluctant to part with" are like a feather, gently brushing against the tip of my heart.

Wen Jinian's smile froze. Before she could react, the man had already leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips that was full of aggressive intent.

"With me around from now on, you'll be the one scheming against others."

My heart was pounding.

She quickly looked away and coughed lightly twice: "Are you really going back in two days?"

Chi Yige reached out and brushed a stray hair behind her ear: "Wait until I finish up here, it'll be about time."

Wen Jinian nodded.

He said in a gentle tone, "Grandpa Duan and my family have a deep friendship, so Jia Yan will definitely have to go back, and I... will probably have to show up too."

Wen Jin thought about Jiang Xiao's purpose in inviting her to the Duan family, and also remembered that Chi Yige would be attending the Duan family banquet. When their eyes met, she spoke earnestly, "Our matter."

Chi Yige smiled and gently pinched the tip of her nose. He sat down beside her, slowly opened the container of millet porridge, scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth before speaking unhurriedly.

"I'll listen to you. Act like we're not close in front of strangers, but remember..."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "From now on, if you encounter any trouble, you must come to me first. That's the bottom line."

Looking at the unquestionable look in his eyes, Wen Jinian nodded solemnly.

This was also the result she wanted most. Since she couldn't avoid relying on his power, she would follow her heart.

I just hope that when she leaves, the two of them can part amicably.

She said, "Thank you."

The two had just finished breakfast when there was a knock on the door.

Shen Yu and Duan Jiayan reluctantly pushed open the door, first coughing lightly with a guilty conscience.

The two looked in the direction of the sound.

Then a blonde woman wearing sunglasses followed them in.

She wore a fitted bodycon dress and swayed gracefully in high heels, speaking fluent English: "Mr. Chi".

After saying that, the woman took off her sunglasses, a smile in her eyes, and slowly spoke in Mandarin with a slight British accent: "Are you feeling better? I was so worried about you."

Wen Jinnian looked up and saw that the woman sat down next to Chi Yige without any politeness, her fiery red skirt almost touching the hem of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)