Fatal Desire

Chapter 148 When did he get a girlfriend?
Zhao Yansen's apology was not a sign of compromise, nor was it a sign of bowing down.

Who defines mature love and immature love, and how can they be judged fairly?
Difficult to measure.

As a young girl, Song Xi was naive and impulsive, full of courage and passion, but he unintentionally hurt her.

Even if he meant well, hurt is still hurt.

The apology was genuine.

The carriage was quiet, with the overhead lights dimly lit and the only sound the movement of air.

Song Xi was very well-mannered; she ate cake without making a sound, and her manners were elegant and deliberate.

Zhao Yansen took a bottle of water from the car refrigerator, unscrewed it, and handed it to her: "Would you like something else to eat?"

Song Xi tilted her head back and took a few sips of water, then shook her head: "I'm a little full."

Although emotional fluctuations and tears consume physical energy, she had just had a meal with Gu Beixiao not long ago, and now she had eaten cake, so her stomach was full and absorption and digestion were not so fast.

Zhao Yansen looked at Song Xi leisurely for a while, then gently pinched her cheek: "Fasten your seatbelt."

They were very close, and Song Xi stared into his dark eyes, momentarily stunned.

By chance, she saw a photo of his mother, a stunningly beautiful woman with a Hong Kong vibe, striking and elegant features, and warm yet firm eyes.

Zhao Yansen has become increasingly mature and composed, his dark eyes like a deep, still pool in the forest, radiating profound warmth.

“Okay,” Song Xi replied obediently.

The city streets were bustling with traffic, and the city lights resembled a galaxy. A black luxury sedan drove smoothly along the road, the neon lights outside the window casting shadows on Zhao Yansen's sharply defined profile.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand casually rested on the center armrest, holding Song Xi's hand. Half of his lean wrist and the dial of his Patek Philippe watch were visible through his sleeve.

The car eventually stopped in the VIP lane of the general hospital.

After getting out of the car, Song Xi looked around and realized that Zhao Yansen had brought her for a medical check-up. She quickly said:
“I’ve already had a physical exam this year, so I don’t need to get checked again. Look at me, I can eat, drink, walk, and jump. I’m perfectly healthy, and there’s nothing wrong with me.”

Zhao Yansen let her talk on and on, his gaze shifting slightly downwards, settling on her lips as they opened and closed.

She had just finished eating cake in the car, and then took out her lipstick to touch up the color, making her lips look beautiful and luscious.

"Will you walk by yourself or should I carry you?" He looked down at her, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“…Go by yourself.” Song Xi rattled off a string of excuses, but in the end, she succumbed to her brother’s authority.

The doctor who performed her examination was a leading expert in the medical field, a senior professor. The results came back quickly.

The consultation room had a faint smell of disinfectant, the lighting was soft, and the old professor had an old fountain pen clipped to his white coat.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and chuckled at the examination report: "Ms. Song's medical report is prettier than most of the doctors in our department."

Upon hearing this, Song Xi immediately turned to look at Zhao Yansen, her eyes sparkling like stars, clearly saying, 'See! I told you I was alright!'

"However," the old professor suddenly changed the subject, "there is some mild anemia and slight damage to the gastric mucosa."

Song Xi fell silent, sitting obediently like a mute puppet, listening to Zhao Yansen and the old professor discuss her health condition.

Leaving the consultation room, the two walked one after the other down the hospital corridor. The ceiling lights cascaded down like flowing water, casting a pale golden halo on Song Xi's face.

"I"

Song Xi suddenly turned around, her gaze sweeping up at Zhao Yansen. The man's long legs, framed by dark trousers, were straight and sharp, his shirt was neatly tied, and the curve of his neck was perfectly beautiful, exuding a restrained yet sexy aura.

"What did you say?" Zhao Yansen leaned calmly against her, letting her scrutinize him for a while before speaking. Song Xi then withdrew her unrestrained gaze.

“I discovered that the hospital is still using those old-fashioned medicine cabinets, without temperature control systems, automatic sorting, and even the electronic tags are ten-year-old technology. On the other hand, Morningside uses an intelligent medicine and medical device management system with a temperature control accuracy of ±0.5℃ and supports AI-powered automatic inventory... Sigh, we couldn't reach an agreement on that collaboration.”

Song Xi was speaking enthusiastically when he suddenly stopped and sighed sadly.

"However, medical devices are not Morningside's strength; drug development is."

She had only mentioned it on a whim, but it sparked a lively train of thought, and she began to enjoy imagining things:
“The antibiotics at this hospital are quite expensive. Morningside’s similar product is equally effective, but the cost can be reduced by 30%... We need to have the marketing department do a competitive analysis first, and then contact the R&D department... If we can secure this hospital’s purchase order, we can make up for the year-end bonus just from this one drug.”

Song Xi became more and more excited as he spoke, his face beaming with an excited smile.

Zhao Yansen laughed too, amused by her.

He stared intently at her, his gaze so deep it seemed he wanted to draw her in.

Song Xi was enjoying herself when she suddenly realized something was wrong. Before she could fully react, Zhao Yansen had already grabbed her chin and pressed his thin lips against hers.

His kiss came unexpectedly, seemingly gentle yet irresistible, brimming with intense hormonal tension.

The VIP area corridor was deserted at 9:30 p.m., and their location was relatively secluded, but Song Xi was still so nervous that she straightened her back.

She struggled slightly, but Zhao Yansen wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Song Xi's long eyelashes fluttered and trembled. She subconsciously grabbed the outside of his shirt and crumpled it.

Their lips met, the sweet taste of plum lingering on their taste buds, an irresistible allure. Zhao Yansen tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss.

Song Xi was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she felt like she was soaking in a comfortable hot spring, her limbs limp.

Because of her anxiety, her sense of touch and hearing were more sensitive than usual, and the lack of oxygen caused by kissing made her tremble involuntarily.

Not far away, a slender figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

Grandpa was hospitalized and needed surgery, so Li Shuyi came to visit him. She went outside to make a phone call, standing in the shadows, holding the phone to her ear.

While waiting for the other party to answer, Li Shuyi looked around, her gaze suddenly stopping.

From this angle, the view on the covered bridge resembles a meticulously composed movie shot.

There are two people kissing there.

The young man's tall and imposing figure completely enveloped the girl, with only a slender arm visible against his waist. The ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist swayed gently with her movements, refracting tiny starlight in the cold light.

Her hands were beautiful, long and slender, her fingers creating alluring folds in the man's expensive black shirt. The contrast of white and black, like a meticulous ink painting on rice paper, was particularly captivating.

The refined and imposing man pressed closer and closer, his aggressiveness intense, as he chased after the girl's lips.

The girl was forced to take one or two steps back, but she couldn't escape his forceful kiss.

Li Shuyi wasn't interested in peeping at couples being intimate, and was about to look away when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man's profile.

That impeccably handsome face was so stunning and familiar that she froze on the spot, unconsciously gripping her phone tighter.

Zhao Yansen?
Hasn't he never had any ambiguous relationships with any women around him?

When did he... get a girlfriend?!
XiXi: Chirping and humming...

Brother: Dear.