Fatal Desire

Chapter 120 Can You Forgive Me?
The laboratory explosion resurfaced, and the grudges between them, things that had been ignored all this time, gradually came to the surface.

Song Xi couldn't pretend nothing had happened and return to her obedient and sensible position.

That inviolable boundary line had long been trampled upon by her.

Even if it's redrawn, it can never be exactly the same as before.

“I brought it up with my aunt.” Song Xi held the cool-to-the-touch laptop in her arms and told her the truth, “After you get married, if you bring your sister-in-law back, it won’t be convenient for you to live together.”

Zhao Yansen's dark eyes were fixed on her, as if he were looking her up and down, but he didn't see a trace of dissatisfaction.

Nowadays, Song Xi trusts a stray dog ​​on the street more than he trusts him.

She has indeed grown and matured a lot.

In the past, she would hug him frankly and say again and again how much she liked him.

Now, however, they wouldn't angrily point at him and say they loathe or hate him.

Zhao Yansen reached into the ashtray and flicked off the ash: "You really want me to get married that badly?"

“This has nothing to do with whether I want to or not.” Song Xi unconsciously looked at the hand holding the cigarette in his hand and said softly, “Grandma and the others all hope that you will get married as soon as possible.”

Zhao Yansen slowly stubbed out his cigarette. He looked up, his deep, dark eyes beneath his arched brows settling on her face.

Do you want to or not?

He asked again, his powerful aura radiating an invisible but overwhelming sense of pressure.

A surge of resentment rose within Song Xi, and she spoke faster, saying, "Does it matter whether I want to or not? When you wanted to send me abroad, I begged you that I didn't want to go. Did you care about my feelings? If you didn't care, why did you insist on getting to the bottom of it? Or do you insist on giving me a satisfactory answer? Tell me what kind of answer you want, and I'll do whatever you ask."

Because he wanted to send her abroad, no matter how much she begged or resisted, it was all in vain; so when she agreed to go abroad and threatened not to come back, he felt not fear but joy, and he did not try to stop her. Song Xi knew that he had raised her for many years, saved her many times, and even almost lost his life.

She knew she shouldn't hate him, but she still did.

Just like how she knew she shouldn't love him, but she still couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Zhao Yansen stood up and walked towards Song Xi. He was tall and had long legs, and he was already standing in front of her in just a few steps.

Song Xi took a step back, and Zhao Yansen followed closely by taking a step forward until her back was against the hard wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Zhao Yansen looked down at her: "Are you still angry that I sent you abroad?"

Song Xi lowered her head, not looking at him: "So what if it is?"

"I apologize to you." Zhao Yansen leaned down, one hand against the wall, his hot breath brushing against her fair cheek. "Can you forgive me?"

“No need.” Song Xi reached out and pushed him forcefully, but to no avail, so she withdrew her hand. “I should thank you. If I hadn’t gone abroad, I wouldn’t have founded Morningside.”

“It’s not because you went abroad that you’re angry with me.” Zhao Yansen pinched her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look up. “What are you angry about? Tell me so I can resolve it.”

The question sounds like she's being unreasonable and that a little coaxing would fix it.

"I'm not angry." Song Xi's bright, almond-shaped eyes clearly reflected his face, her tone calm. "Can't I just not want to continue with you? Don't I even have that right?"

"From what you're saying," Zhao Yansen smiled, "you don't want to solve the problem, you want to get rid of me directly?"

(End of this chapter)