Fatal Desire

Chapter 142 The Calm Before the Storm (3)

Moonlight filters through the flowering trees in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone path.

Gu Beixiao suddenly called out to her, "Little Song Xi."

Song Xi paused, and when she turned to look at Gu Beixiao, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Moonlight filtered through the flowering trees in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on his gentle face.

"The chef you recommended last time, Chef Zhai, was indeed very skilled." Gu Beixiao's lips curled slightly, his tone gentle. "I'll treat you to dinner another day as a thank you gift."

Song Xi smiled politely: "Mr. Gu, you're too kind. It was nothing at all."

"It's just a small favor, but it will be a huge help to me." Gu Beixiao's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he said with a smile.

I heard that the Gu family's son wore a Zhongshan suit made by Master Zhai himself when he raised the flag. Song Xi smiled and said, "If there's a chance."

Qin Fanghao took Song Xi's arm and said, "Uncle, we'll be going now."

Gu Beixiao nodded.

The four people walked through the courtyard and arrived at the door.

Meng Weixian turned around and asked Qin Fanghao, "Does your uncle know our CEO Xi?"

"What do you know?" Qin Fang chuckled mischievously. "Our CEO Xi is so beautiful, who wouldn't like her?"

She turned her head to look at Song Xi, and asked suspiciously, "Who is this Master Zhai you were talking about?"

“Master Zhai, who makes clothes in Xiping Alley,” Song Xi said. “Some time ago, I asked Master Zhai to make a cheongsam for my aunt. When your uncle found out, he asked me which master Zhai was, so I introduced him to him.”

Meng Weixian suddenly asked, "Is Uncle Gu still unmarried?"

"No." Qin Fanghao flicked his hair. "In previous years, he was working in another city. Who would bear to let their precious daughter suffer with him?"

“I understand, a career is more important!” Meng Weixian turned around and put his arm around Shang Shixu’s shoulder. “Buddy, just like you, I’ll establish my career before starting a family.”

Shang Shixu smiled silently.

Gu Beixiao is different from him. The Gu family is a powerful and influential family in Beijing that cannot be underestimated. How can he, an illegitimate son of the Qiao family, compare?

Song Xi's phone suddenly vibrated. She took it out of her bag and saw that it was Zhao Yansen calling.

She swiped to answer the call, and the man on the other end asked succinctly, "Where are you?"

Song Xi gave an address: "I just finished eating and am about to go home."

"Wait for me, I'll be there in ten minutes," Zhao Yansen said.

Song Xi hesitated for two seconds before replying, "Okay."

After the call ended, Qin Fanghao gave Song Xi a sly look and let out a meaningful "Oh".

Song Xi smiled and patted her arm, then said, "My brother is here to pick me up. You guys go ahead."

"Your brother is so good to you," Meng Weixian said with envy and jealousy.

Song Xi: "Bo Yu is not bad either, he always has funds to fill your planetarium."

Meng Weixian chuckled twice: "That makes sense."

Qin Fanghao and Meng Weixian left first, picked up by their driver. Shang Shixu had been drinking and couldn't drive, so he chatted with Song Xi about work while waiting for the designated driver to arrive.

He has strong business acumen but lacks resources. His ability to become familiar with Qin Fanghao and Meng Weixian is entirely due to Song Xi.

Their social circle is very small; ordinary people can't get in even if they try their hardest.

The warm orange light illuminated Song Xi's profile. She gazed ahead, her long hair tossed by the evening breeze, falling over her shoulders before slipping down again, each strand exuding an air of noble elegance.

Shang Shixu knew in her heart that she and she were not from the same world; there was an insurmountable, galaxy-like social class between them.

But it's always hard to control your feelings. Ten minutes later, a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the yard.

The car door opened, and Zhao Yansen stepped out. His features appeared particularly cold and stern in the night. His gaze swept over Song Xi, who was standing by the roadside, and then lightly passed over Shang Shixu behind her, his eyes darkening slightly.

Before Shang Shixu's designated driver arrived, Song Xi said goodbye to him: "I'm leaving."

Shang Shixu stood under the streetlight, his shadow stretched long. He looked at Song Xi's profile, which was gilded by the light, and said, "Be careful on the road."

Song Xi walked to the car, looked at Zhao Yansen who looked normal, and called out, "Brother."

Zhao Yansen opened the passenger door. "Get in."

Song Xi sat in the seat and quickly fastened her seatbelt herself.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yansen also got into the driver's seat and started the car without saying a word.

The storage compartment contained Song Xi's favorite snacks. She took out a box of strawberry matcha chocolates and ate them slowly.

The two barely spoke to each other on the way. Song Xi vaguely sensed that Zhao Yansen's aura was somewhat gloomy, but not knowing what was wrong with him, she chose to remain silent.

Zhao Yansen waited for her to relentlessly question him as she had before, but she remained indifferent to everything he did, just as she had been when she first returned to China.

She still hated him to some extent.

But she grew up, matured, and became more rational, learning not to easily reveal her love and hate.

The car drove into the courtyard and came to a smooth stop.

The moonlight crept silently up the eaves. Song Xi pushed open the door and stepped out of the carriage, her silk skirt swaying gently in the night breeze: "Brother, I'm going back to my room."

She moved to the west wing, which wasn't on the way to him in the east wing.

Song Xi's figure disappeared behind the moon gate, while Zhao Yansen stood still and lit a cigarette.

The glow of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, obscuring the turbulent emotions swirling in his eyes.

Back in the bedroom, Song Xi leisurely took a shower, put on a nightgown, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on the bed to rest.

The goose down pillow was very soft and had a clean, fresh fragrance. She smelled the pleasant scent and soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of playing chess with the Duke of Zhou.

The room was dark and dim, with only the carved bronze lamp by the bed emitting a pale yellow glow.

The calming incense in the sandalwood incense burner gradually burned out, leaving only a wisp of smoke drifting and lingering.

Song Xi lay on the carved four-poster bed, sleeping soundly and in a disheveled state. One hand rested on the pillow, and her silk dress slipped to the side, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

It resembles a classical European oil painting from the 19th century.

After an unknown amount of time, the mattress sank slightly. A hot, heavy body covered her, carrying the familiar scent of sandalwood, like a huge net completely enveloping her.

Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, the light and shadow revealing a glimpse of her fair waistline. In her sleep, Song Xi was like an autumn pond filled with rainwater, unknowingly damp and drifting.

The man's kisses traveled along her collarbone, all the way up to her sensitive ear.

Half-asleep, Song Xi let out a soft hum and unconsciously arched her back.

A faint creaking sound came from the quiet room.

In the halo of the copper lamp, the blurry, rich light and shadow swayed, like a ripe silkworm about to emerge from its cocoon, its hard shell breaking through the small hole with unstoppable force, then blooming and entwining.

Within three minutes of entering, Song Xi's mind went completely blank. The continuous pleasure had completely dispelled her sleepiness, and she was fully awake.

"Mmm..." Song Xi's sleepy voice broke in the kiss, sweet, sticky and soft.

Zhao Yansen bit the ribbon on her shoulder, his voice hoarse and husky: "Awake?"

　I'm late, the article was reported and is currently being revised.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)