Misty Nights in Hong Kong - Chapter 16

Occupying My Bed While Claiming You Can’t Forget Me!

Fu Sinian scoffed, “You sure know how to boss people around.”

Though his words were disdainful, his hands moved faster, squeezing out shampoo before he even realized it. As he lowered his head, he paused, momentarily stunned.

His fingertips threaded through her cascading hair, his movements slightly rough as he briskly wrapped a towel around her dripping locks.

Fu Sinian stared at her soaked shirt, a restless heat rising in his chest. The thought of her calling out “Dr. Lu” earlier only fueled his irritation.

Suddenly, he yanked the towel off and tossed it onto her head. “Dry yourself.”

But as he turned to leave, his steps slowed.

A loud splash sounded behind him.

Gu Xiangsi, still drunk, had face-planted into the water. He grabbed her before she could sink further.

The bath wasn’t even finished, and yet the complications kept piling up. Lowering his voice, he leaned in, “Should I just be the good guy and help you undress completely?”

Amid the steam, Gu Xiangsi looked up at him, her lashes beaded with droplets, her cheeks flushed from the heat like peaches soaked in water.

Her hands instinctively clutched at her collar.

Fu Sinian’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly before he averted his gaze with a derisive snort. “At least you’re still cautious.”

He turned off the shower and strode out, slamming the door behind him.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, the ember of his cigarette flickered between his fingers. The November night breeze did nothing to dispel the inexplicable restlessness simmering in his body.

Across the harbor, the skyscrapers of Hong Kong Island glittered like a spilled galaxy, their neon reflections dancing in his vision.

He took a deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke before his gaze involuntarily flicked back toward the bathroom.

Through the door, the sound of running water ebbed and flowed.

Crushing the cigarette, he knocked on the door, no response.

Pushing it open, a wave of steam rushed out, revealing Gu Xiangsi slumped over the edge of the bathtub, fast asleep. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, her lashes still glistening with moisture.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he scooped her up like a kitten, hastily wrapping her in a towel before depositing her on the sofa. “Gu Xiangsi, do you really take me for a saint?”

He strode to the wardrobe and grabbed a fresh shirt.

As the fabric slipped down, droplets of water trailed along the hollow of her collarbone, disappearing into the shadows. His throat tightened imperceptibly before he yanked off her jeans, bundled her in the towel, and blow-dried her hair.

“This debt will be repaid sooner or later.”

Just as he was about to carry her to the bed, her fingers suddenly clamped around his wrist.

The drunken woman frowned in her sleep, murmuring, “Don’t go…”

Holding his breath, he bent down. “Do you even know who I am?”

“Fu Sinian…”

“Then who am I to you?”

At her incoherent mumbling, his expression darkened. He yanked the blanket over her and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Gu Xiangsi woke up parched.

Rubbing her temples, she groaned at the throbbing headache before lightly tapping her skull.

Her alcohol tolerance was clearly abysmal and that drink last night had definitely been spiked.

As she struggled to sit up, a glass of warm water on the nightstand caught her eye.

Her entire body froze. Where was she?

Glancing down, she realized she was wearing nothing but a thin shirt, completely bare underneath.

She instinctively clutched the blanket tighter, scanning the room.

The cold, minimalist decor, the 360-degree panoramic windows framing the cityscape outside, everything was immaculate, exuding an unwelcoming, almost sterile detachment.

Clutching the glass, she shut her eyes, trying to piece together the events of last night.

“What’s wrong? Awake? Stunned? Or have you lost your memory?”

A cold male voice cut through the silence.

Gu Xiangsi’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto Fu Sinian, who was leaning casually against the doorframe.

The man was dressed in simple loungewear, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips as his gaze fixed intently on her.

Her mind momentarily blanked, and Gu Xiangxi blurted out instinctively, “Is this your place?”

“Obviously.”

Fu Sinian raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “Or did you think it was yours? You shamelessly hogged my bed all night.”

At his words, Gu Xiangsi immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed. The hem of her thin shirt barely covered her thighs as her slender legs stepped onto the plush carpet.

Fu Sinian found those legs distractingly pale, and the memory of everything he had seen or shouldn’t have seen the night before resurfaced.

His eyes darkened further.

“Did you sleep well in my bed?”

Fu Sinian slowly approached, revealing the shopping bag in his hand. The overwhelming sense of dominance radiating from him was palpable.

Gu Xiangsi opened her mouth but couldn’t find the right words.

She wanted to ask what exactly had happened the night before, but the question died on her lips.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night?”

Fu Sinian leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto the delicate shadows cast by her long lashes.

Gu Xiangxi took a step back. “I didn’t do anything outrageous or say anything…?”

Fu Sinian scoffed, his tone laced with mockery. “You insisted on coming home with me…” He deliberately trailed off.

“Took over my bed, and said you couldn’t forget me.”

“That’s impossible!” Gu Xiangsi retorted. “I would never say something like that!”

The air instantly turned frigid.

The amusement in Fu Sinian’s eyes froze, replaced by a chilling intensity.

Of course. So absolute in her denial. Gu Xiangsi, you really are a heartless woman.

Straightening up, he tossed the shopping bag onto the armchair by the bed and said flatly, “Wash up and come eat breakfast.”

Opening the bag, she found a soft lavender autumn dress inside.

Gu Xiangsi’s fingers stiffened instantly.

Purple…

She instinctively took half a step back, and the bag slipped from her grasp.

It had once been her favorite color, but now it felt glaringly out of place.

He… still remembered.

The realization sent a sharp, sour pang twisting through her stomach.

He remembered her past preferences, but Fu Sinian would never know she no longer liked purple.

The stormy night, the wreckage, the drunkard…

Too suffocating. The kind of suffocation that drowned her in terror.

“Thank you for the clothes, but I can’t wear such bright colors anymore.”

Fu Sinian’s gaze lingered on her face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only asked, “Does it not fit?”

She forced a faint smile but didn’t respond.

Back then, Fu Sinian had been at the peak of his youthful arrogance, his roguish nature on full display.

He always loved pressing against that soft spot, then leaning in close, his warm breath brushing her ear as his low, mesmerizing voice murmured, “Xiangsi, I love this size on you. It’s just perfect.”

So yes, it fit, size S, just like every other dress he had ever given her.

“No.”

“It’s just that I don’t deserve it anymore.”

Her usual skincare products were neatly arranged by the sink, even the familiar citrus scent of the cleanser making her heart tremble.

After a quick wash, Gu Xiangsi emerged from the room wearing only his shirt, phone in hand.

Only then did she realize the entire floor was a sprawling penthouse, the bedroom spacious, the living area seamlessly connected to an open kitchen with a pristine island, and a balcony spanning dozens of square meters offering a panoramic city view.

But the cold, monochromatic decor matched the bedroom perfectly. If not for the steaming breakfast on the dining table, she would have thought it was a showroom.

Lacking warmth.

“What are you staring at? You think I’d poison you?”

Fu Sinian motioned for the servant to place the last bowl of soup on the table before taking his seat at the head of the table without hesitation.

Gu Xiangsi froze for a moment, then slowly sat down across from him, her gaze unconsciously lingering on the man opposite her.

He lowered his eyes as he sliced into a croissant, his well-defined fingers gripping the silver butter knife with an elegance and refinement that, in a fleeting moment, overlapped with a certain morning five years ago.

Her throat tightened. She picked up her juice and took a small sip, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the glass. After a deep breath, she finally ventured to speak.

“Did I… do something yesterday that upset you?”