Fatal Desire

Chapter 149 Blatant Favoritism

Just as they were breathing heavily, the phone suddenly rang.

"!"

Song Xi was startled and tried to run away by pushing Zhao Yansen away, but he pulled her back into his arms.

Zhao Yansen answered the phone without changing his expression, showing no sign of the nervousness after the passionate kiss. His voice remained steady and calm, neither revealing nor showing any emotion.

"Hey."

In public, with no one around, Song Xi was worried about being seen and tried to push Zhao Yansen away, but he could hold her firmly in his arms with just one hand.

The person on the other end of the phone was Zhong Yiheng. He had come to the capital and invited the Zhao family's heir to have some fun.

"I'm busy," Zhao Yansen said.

"Where is Xi-mei?" Zhong Yiheng asked again.

Zhao Yansen looked down at the lively little Tyrannosaurus Rex in his arms and said calmly, "She's busy."

Song Xi blinked, silently curious: Me?

Zhao Yansen hung up the phone, naturally took her hand, and said without much explanation, "Let's go home."

Song Xi's lips were a little red and swollen from being kissed. She licked her lips and belatedly realized something.

Zhao Yansen was gentle to her as an elder, but as a man, he was inherently domineering, especially when it came to intimate contact.

The two figures walked away and disappeared without a trace.

Li Shuyi stood frozen in place, her pupils shrinking, gripping her phone tightly in disbelief.

She tried to find out who the girl who kissed Zhao Yansen was.

However, the design of the hospital's corridor was unfortunate; it obscured the girl's entire face, and she could only see the arm adorned with a very thin chain.

But that ruby ​​bracelet... any jewelry designer could immediately recognize it as the final piece by world-renowned jewelry designer Vivian.

There is only one of its kind in the world.

If Li Shuyi remembered correctly, the chain Song Xi wore at the racing club last time was that one-of-a-kind ruby ​​bracelet.

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The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. Li Shuyi's heart sank, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

At the beginning of the year, the news of the marriage alliance between the Zhao family and the Li family spread like wildfire, and Old Madam Zhao was quite satisfied with her, thinking that victory was in her grasp.

But after only a few days, suddenly no one in the circle dared to spread rumors anymore.

Although those people, including Li Shuyi herself, secretly felt that she still had a chance, the rumors of a marriage between the two families had actually been debunked long ago.

Over the years, Zhao Yansen has had no close female companions other than Song Xi.

Even the rumors... were merely that Old Madam Zhao had taken a liking to Li Shuyi, and people were just going on to say a few things about getting drunk and having fun together.

Jiang Shangxue, Meng Boyu, and others firmly believed that the relationship between Song Xi and Zhao Yansen was the purest of all.

It's like soaking in warm water and then in cold water; it's so clean that you can't see even a trace of foam.

Who would have thought that beneath this clear, pure water lies scalding hot liquor?

At this moment, Li Shuyi's heart was filled with shock and turmoil as she recalled many overlooked details.

Although Zhao Yansen's favoritism towards Song Xi was not ostentatious, he never avoided it and could even be described as blatant.

Moreover, it is unique.

Those young masters in Beijing's elite circles, who are usually as arrogant as they want, have to put on a smiling face and call Song Xi "little sister" in an attempt to get closer to her.

They treated her with the same warmth and attentiveness as if she were a princess.

“So that’s how it is…” Li Shuyi murmured to herself.

It wasn't some kind of elder-style care, but rather a possessive desire to elevate her to the highest position and prevent anyone from touching a single hair on her head.

*
Instead of returning to the courtyard house, Song Xi moved into Yanshan Villa.

The summer night was quiet, the moon hung in the sky, lonely and still, just like countless nights before.

After taking a shower, Song Xi walked out of the bathroom in her nightgown and looked around the large room but couldn't find Zhao Yansen.

She rolled around on the bed twice before finally catching a glimpse of the man on the balcony. Song Xi jumped up excitedly and walked over in her slippers.

"Brother," she called softly, as if she were doing something wrong.

The cigarette between Zhao Yansen's fingers flickered, but he casually extinguished it when he saw her. As the sparks fell, he reached out and pulled her to the recliner beside him.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not sleepy yet."

Song Xi bent her knees and hugged her legs, resting her chin on her knees. "Tomorrow seems to be my birthday."

“It seems like it should be removed.” Zhao Yansen’s gaze fell on her ankle, the moonlight casting a soft, luminous glow on that skin.

“Meng Weixian suggested having a yacht birthday party, but I refused. My aunt told me to come home tomorrow; she might be celebrating my birthday.”

Zhao Yansen glanced at her and reached out to touch her face: "What do you think?"

Song Xi smiled and said, "Of course I said yes."

Zhao Yansen: "Me?"

"Brother, let's go home together."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xi realized something and asked again, "Are you very busy?"

"Not in a hurry." The moonlight cast shadows of varying depths on Zhao Yansen's sharply defined features, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke.

He took her hand and kissed it.

Song Xi gazed at him and whispered, "My aunt told me to get in touch with Gu Beixiao..."

“I know.” He interrupted her, his fingertips tracing the pulse beating on her wrist. “She’s thinking of you.”

Song Xi: "Don't blame your aunt."

“I’m not blaming you,” Zhao Yansen said. “She’s your aunt, so listen to her.”

The night breeze rustled through the treetops, the sound masking her suddenly quickening heartbeat. Song Xi lowered her head, playing with his fingers, from the slender knuckles to the neatly trimmed nails, then gently cupped them:

"I'll listen to you too."

Zhao Yansen intertwined his fingers with hers, his voice deep in the night: "The same?"

“It’s different.” Song Xi looked up, her peach blossom eyes reflecting the bright moon in the sky, shimmering with a unique light.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she engaged in deep thought, when suddenly all her thoughts ceased.

Zhao Yansen pulled her wrist, and Song Xi, caught off guard, fell onto his lap.

Her silk nightgown slipped down during the entanglement, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, which was now pressed tightly against the fabric of the man's neatly ironed trousers. He could clearly feel the burning body heat and taut muscle lines beneath the fabric.

The aggressive touch made Song Xi instinctively want to back away, but she was stopped in the middle and pressed even closer.

Zhao Yansen held the back of her head, bit her lips, and kissed her passionately until she was panting and her lips were bright red.

Did she and he share this mad and desperate love?

*
The next morning, after having breakfast, Song Xi and Zhao Yansen hitched a ride to the company, continuing their efforts to leverage the entire vast pharmaceutical industry with a small lever.

Zhao Yansen then went back to the courtyard house.

Inside the front hall, Zhao Zongting was discussing important matters with Secretary Qiu. Zhao Yansen calmly took his seat, his slender fingers lightly tapping the celadon teacup as he participated in the discussion amidst the fragrant tea aroma.

When Song Yunyu saw him return suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she simply gestured for the servants to leave without making a sound.

About forty minutes later, Song Yunyu returned from the backyard, only to find the hall empty.

"Madam." A maid rushed over, holding a cell phone. "I wonder who left this behind."

Song Yunyu took it, her fingertips touching the still-warm body: "Yansen's."

She looked up at the door. "The tea is still warm; they must have just left."

The words abruptly stopped. The phone screen suddenly lit up, displaying the lock screen wallpaper:

The girl wore a smoky pink suit jacket and pleated skirt, with a pretty bow tied at the collar of her white shirt. In the sunlight, her ponytail was blown by the wind, and she tilted her head and smiled brightly, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with starlight.

Song Yunyu's head exploded with a bang, and her fingertips twitched unconsciously.

Hee hee! ?