Misty Nights in Hong Kong - Chapter 24

Gu Xiangsi… I must owe you in some past life!

“A… Nian…” Gu Xiangsi murmured hazily, her voice soft as cotton.

Hearing that address again, Fu Sinian’s heart clenched violently.

His knuckles whitened from the force of his grip, only to relax when he saw the flush on her cheeks.

Suddenly, Fu Sinian gripped the back of her neck, his nose brushing against her earlobe: “Calling me so sweetly… is it the drugs talking, or your heart?”

“I…” Gu Xiangsi stammered for a long moment, unable to form a coherent response.

“Young Master, it seems Miss Gu is affected by the drugs.”

Fu Sinian shot him a sidelong glance.

Scooping her up into his arms, his assistant Li quickly stepped forward to clear the way.

The warmth of her body against his made his temples throb.

She had lost weight, her waist so slender now that a single arm could encircle it.

The realization inexplicably irritated him.

Had she been struggling since leaving him? Or was this just another act?

Carrying her to the intersection, he gently placed her in the car.

His fingertips left damp marks on the door.

Damn it, he was actually nervous.

He was supposed to hate her. Yet when her feverish skin burned through his shirt against his chest, that hatred melted into something far more dangerous.

As the door closed, Gu Xiangsi tugged at her collar, feeling stifled. “President Fu,” she rasped, “could you take me home?”

“Fine.”

Fu Sinian chuckled darkly.

The smile never reached his eyes.

She called him “President Fu.”

Minutes ago, those same soft hands had been clutching desperately at his shirt.

Now she was suddenly clear-headed.

“Gu Xiangsi, why is it that every time I see you, you’re in such a sorry state?”

The words left his lips before he could stop them.

The tone was far too familiar.

Something in his phrasing must have struck a nerve, her eyes reddened abruptly, brimming with inexplicable grievance as she glared at him. “I want to go home!” she snapped, her voice rising sharply.

Fu Sinian’s jaw tightened.

Now she was the one acting aggrieved?

Her temper flared without warning, directed squarely at him.

He arched a brow, his tone laced with mockery. “Feeling feisty now?”

Yet his fingers moved on their own, brushing away the tear at the corner of her eye.

The gesture came so naturally that even he froze afterward.

Assistant Li, seated up front, heard everything but wisely shrank back, pretending to be invisible.

“Fine. Your home it is.”

Unconsciously, Fu Sinian’s voice softened so subtly that even he didn’t notice.

After giving the address, he instructed, “Drive.”

Assistant Li nodded hastily, pressing a button on the console. The partition between the front and back seats rose slowly, separating the two spaces.

“Gu Xiangsi,” Fu Sinian’s voice was low, threaded with barely concealed probing, “do you still have feelings for me?”

The question, suppressed for five years, finally broke through his restraint.

“What did you say?”

Gu Xiangsi’s head whipped toward him, her body shrinking into the corner as wariness flooded her eyes.

Fu Sinian’s gaze darkened. He switched tactics. “Then why did you call me for help?”

She turned her face away, shaking her head in silent refusal.

A suffocating frustration built in Fu Sinian’s chest, his anger flaring at her obstinacy.

He drew a deep breath, forcing it down.

“First playing the hero, now drugged, Gu Xiangsi, not even soap operas would script your life like this.”

Leaning in until his breath ghosted over her face, he demanded, “Tell me. Why were you in that private room today? Dressed like a waitress, no less?”

Seeing her still silent, he added, “You don’t have to answer, but tomorrow I’ll report this to Director Zhao…”

Before he could finish, Gu Xiangsi abruptly sat up straight, only for her head to collide with Fu Sinian’s forehead with a loud “thud.”

“Ouch…” Both of them groaned in pain simultaneously.

Fu Sinian raised his hand to rub his forehead, his gaze at her now tinged with helplessness.

“Fu Sinian, we’ve already broken up. Just let me go!”

Gu Xiangsi struggled to restrain herself, feeling as if all the blood in her body was about to boil over. She was on the verge of lunging at him and pinning him down.

“You don’t have to be the other woman.”

Fu Sinian responded to her earlier words, but Gu Xiangsi’s mind was buzzing, unable to process anything. All she could think was how utterly detestable the man beside her was.

Yet her body betrayed her, leaning instinctively into his embrace.

It was pure reflex.

Fu Sinian half-closed his eyes, resisting the urge to push her away, his tone laced with mockery. “Gu Xiangsi, since when have you ever been this forward?”

His voice was hoarser than expected.

The faint, natural fragrance of a woman clung to her, one he knew all too well.

She reached up to touch his face, murmuring, “Fu Sinian, why is your face still so infuriating…”

“And yet so tempting.”

“Hmm, so now you remember who I am.”

His eyes darkened. Again, this was the second time. Was she deliberately trying to seduce him? Or…?

He leaned closer to her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Beg me, and I’ll help you.”

Gu Xiangsi’s lashes fluttered. Hearing those words for the third time, her heart raced uncontrollably.

Her lips nearly brushed his as she gazed at him with a smile, alluring without realizing it. “Director Fu… since when were you so kind?”

No sooner had she spoken than her warm lips trailed slowly down from his cheek, lightly pecking his lips like a curious kitten.

“Burning up like this, yet your mind is still sharp?”

His thumb grazed her bitten-red lips. “Back when we broke up… you said you were tired of playing.”

Her breath hitched as she suddenly yanked his tie, pulling him closer. “So now… are you trying to get revenge on me?”

A low chuckle escaped his throat as his fingers slid beneath her collar. “No, I’m here to collect interest.”

Gu Xiangsi shuddered. Earlier, driven by the drugs, she had wanted to test him, but now…

Snapping back from the edge of reason, she pressed a hand against his chest, trying to pull away. “No… we can’t…”

Just as she mustered the strength to retreat, Fu Sinian abruptly tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her firmly against him before sealing her lips in a kiss.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, laden with pent-up frustration and punishment, as if he wanted to crush all the distance and games of the past days into that single moment.

Gu Xiangsi was dressed in an off-shoulder white blouse paired with a matching brown skirt.

Straddling him, the hem of her skirt rode up her slender thighs, revealing swathes of pale skin.

The drugs had left her feverish, her unconscious squirming like a kitten’s claws scraping at his heart. Fu Sinian’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening to the point of spilling ink, yet he clung to the last shred of restraint, gripping her restless wrists as he growled through gritted teeth, “Stop moving…”

Her hot breath fanned against his neck, her soft voice tinged with tears.

He shut his eyes and cursed under his breath.

The curse was for her and for himself.

He knew it might be a trap, yet he couldn’t resist stepping into it.

After all these years apart, he had grown averse to women, even wondering at times if something was wrong with him in that regard.

But the appearance of Gu Xiangsi shattered his pride in self-control in an instant.

As his watch-clad hand brushed past her thigh, the icy touch sent a shiver through her entire body.

A soft moan escaped the woman’s lips, one that would drive any man wild. Every movement was strained with extreme restraint, the veins at his temples throbbing visibly from the effort of holding back. Yet he endured it all with the utmost composure, bearing her uncontrollable trembling.

Outside the car window, neon lights filtered through, casting fragmented shadows inside.

The woman tilted her head back slightly, her delicate features blurred in the interplay of light and shadow, as if she were lost in a hazy, feverish tide, trembling unconsciously.

The man’s peach-blossom eyes were drowning in a mix of complex emotions and desire as he gazed at the pliant, kitten-like figure in his arms, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

His powerful arm gripped her slender waist firmly.

By the time the effects of the drug faded, Gu Xiangsi was utterly drained, collapsing straight into his embrace.

His scorching breath brushed against the crown of her head as he murmured in a low, husky voice, “Gu Xiangsi… I must have owed you something in the past life…”

In the dimly lit car, he lowered his gaze to his still-damp hand, pulling out a wet wipe to clean it meticulously.

His movements were casual, yet it felt as though he were erasing evidence of some loss of control.

The cramped interior of the car was thick with the aftermath of their intimacy…

Finally, he let out a low chuckle, whether it was self-mockery or a sigh torn between reason and surrender, it was hard to tell.

“The interest has been collected,” he said, suddenly pausing in the motion of wiping his hand.

“As for the principal… we’ll settle that another day.”