Fatal Desire

Chapter 152 The Kiss Came Fiercely and Quickly

Inside the banquet hall, crystal chandeliers glittered, and the champagne tower reflected shimmering light.

On the second-floor terrace, Zhao Yansen leaned lazily against the carved railing, looking down at Song Xi and Gu Beixiao as they toasted and drank among the crowd.

The faint whispers of the guests could be heard:

"Have you heard? Madam Zhao intends to arrange a marriage between the Zhao family and the Gu family. They are a perfect match, a powerful alliance."

"That little princess?"

"That's right. Just now, Madam Zhao personally escorted Song Xi over, which clearly shows that she is very satisfied with Gu Beixiao."

“I remember Song Xi had a boyfriend, didn’t she? At a business banquet two years ago, she personally admitted that Shang Shixu was her boyfriend.”

"Sigh, all the men outside are like hotels, Gu Beixiao is the home, the real boyfriend!"

"This isn't a birthday party, it's clearly an engagement party!"

……

With a large number of guests, Song Xi quickly lost interest after dealing with half of the event, and then smiled as she moved on to the next step.

Under the spotlight, she closed her eyes to make a wish, her eyelashes casting soft shadows under her eyes. Then she blew out the candles and cut the cake.

Meng Weixian forked a piece of cake and exclaimed dramatically, "I even invited your favorite band!"

"Alright, today is the birthday of the most important person, let's not talk about those things that spoil the mood." Qin Fanghao raised his glass, "Come on, let's wish our CEO Xi's business continued success!"

Meng Weixian also clinked glasses with a smile: "That's right, who cares about the Gu family or the Zhao family, the most important thing is that our CEO Xi is happy!"

Silently, droplets of water condensed on the champagne glass slid down and dampened Song Xi's fingertips.

Just as she was about to raise her glass, Qin Fanghao turned around and accidentally bumped her elbow into the person behind her.

"I'm sorry..." Qin Fanghao apologized subconsciously, but his face turned cold instantly after he saw who it was.

Li Jinyue raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Qin, how many times have I asked you out? Will you do me the honor?"

Qin Fang gave a cold snort.

Li Jinyue has been pursuing Qin Fanghao for over a decade and never gives up easily: "My clothes are quite expensive, I'll have to pay for them if they get dirty."

"Sure, I'll buy you a new cheap item from a street vendor, something to match your style." Qin Fanghao pulled up his sleeves.

Li Jinyue laughed instead of getting angry, and leaned closer in ambiguously: "Your little mouth is more eloquent than the thrush my old man raised."

"Then you'd better say something nicer," Qin Fanghao said coldly. "Maybe I'll learn my lesson if I'm in a good mood."

Song Xi suddenly felt a burning gaze. She turned around to investigate, but only saw Gu Beixiao's figure.

She blinked thoughtfully and downed the wine in her glass in one gulp.

As the birthday party drew to a close, it started to rain.

Song Xi declined Gu Beixiao's offer to see her off and got into the car. Old Liao drove smoothly, raindrops pattering against the window. She swiped her phone.

Aside from the mountain of blessings, Zhao Yansen remained silent.

Are you very busy with official duties?
The pattering rain was exceptionally clear inside the enclosed carriage.

The raindrops grew heavier, pounding against the car window. She closed her eyes and rested.

*
That night, in the courtyard house.

The bedroom lights were off, but a sliver of dim moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, vaguely outlining the shape of the photo frame above the bed.

The balcony door was ajar, and the sheer curtains fluttered gently in the night breeze. A tall, imposing figure sat on a recliner, and on the low sandalwood table beside him, an ashtray was cluttered with cigarette butts.

The courtyard directly opposite was pitch black, with only a few stone lanterns emitting a faint light.

Zhao Yansen leaned back in the wicker chair, his black shirt loosely tucked into his trousers, the top two buttons undone, revealing his well-defined collarbone. His long legs were encased in the neatly pressed trousers, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The cigarette between my fingers had just burned out, but wisps of white smoke rose into the night.

Low voices and footsteps came from outside the door. In the stillness of the night, every slightest sound was amplified infinitely.

"Bei Xiao is a good person, steady and meticulous, you..."

"Okay, I understand, Auntie." Song Xi urged her aunt helplessly, "Go back and get some rest, don't worry about me."

Upon hearing the conversation between the aunt and nephew, Zhao Yansen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

As soon as Song Xi got home, she saw her aunt waiting for her. She sat down, ate a few bites of longevity noodles, and went back to her room. Her aunt followed her in.

Song Yunyu scanned the dimly lit room, and only left after confirming that no one was there.

As Song Xi turned to turn on the light after seeing her aunt off, that tall and upright figure unexpectedly came into view.

She was startled, then remembered that her aunt hadn't gone far, and quickly covered her mouth.

"What?" Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids to glance at Song Xi. The fear in her eyes was familiar. "Afraid of being discovered?" Song Xi patted her chest lightly. "Of course I'm afraid. Aren't you afraid?"

“I’m not an adulterer.” Zhao Yansen stood up.

The size difference amplified the sense of oppression, and Song Xi instinctively took a step back.

Zhao Yansen grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him: "Why are you running? There's no one else here."

Song Xi didn't understand what was wrong with him. He was perfectly fine during the day. She tried to push him away, but he held her even tighter, and her wrist throbbed with pain.

"Let me go."

"Of course I'll let you go." Zhao Yansen let out a muffled sneer. "After all, I'm not like Song Yunyu. I can't bear to see you get hurt."

"You're not allowed to talk about your aunt like that!" Song Xi was immediately displeased.

"no?"

"No, my aunt is my only family."

Song Xi noticed the force in her wrist had disappeared. She looked up and stared at Zhao Yansen for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and said nothing.

Just as she was about to leave, a hand suddenly appeared on her back, and an irresistible force pressed her against the man.

The hard belt buckle was digging into her waist, and before she could react, he bit her lip hard.

The kiss came fiercely and suddenly.

He pressed his lips hard against her delicate lips.

Song Xi patted Zhao Yansen's shoulder, her lips burning, he was still trying to kiss her, and she resisted with sobs.

Her body was so familiar with him that her legs began to go weak just from a kiss.

Zhao Yansen knew her body's reactions all too well. He released her lips, which were red and swollen from his kisses, picked her up by the waist, and strode towards the bathroom.

Zhao Yansen was tall and had long legs. Before Song Xi could even react, they were already in the bathroom.

He kicked open the glass door of the shower room, gently placed the person on the ground, and deftly turned on the shower.

Hot water poured down instantly, soaking them completely.

"What's wrong with you... um..." Song Xi pushed open the glass door, preparing to leave.

Zhao Yansen pulled her back, his fingertips roughly kneading her soft lower lip, which was rosy and delicate, and slightly swollen after the kiss.

His gaze was fixed on her beautiful peach blossom eyes, his eyes dark and unfathomable, and he said in a low, husky voice, "Aren't you going to ask me why I didn't show up tonight?"

“You must have your reasons for not showing up… Ah…” Song Xi couldn’t finish her sentence before letting out a painful groan.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head and took a light bite below her right collarbone.

After she returned to China, she became indifferent to everything about him. He wasn't there for her birthday, and she accepted it without question.

Zhao Yansen was born at the top of the pyramid, with power and prestige, extremely calm and rational, and capable of handling everything with ease.

He always has a precise grasp on the balance between responsibility and desire, and he takes every step with composure and calmness.

But Song Xi is an unpredictable figure.

Her ideas are eccentric, and she possesses abundant emotions, always generously sharing her affections with others, and before you know it, she's gone far away.

Over the years, Zhao Yansen occasionally browsed her social media.

Even without him, her life remained vibrant and fulfilling for four years. Reading, starting a business, archery, skiing, parties and banquets... all these activities documented her youth.

She would occasionally feel sentimental and troubled. On the third day of dating Shang Shixu, she posted an update.

I have gone mad with love, my soul is burning in its wounds, and your indifference has crushed it to dust.

—Arthur Rimbaud, *A Season in Hell*

A few minutes later, the post disappeared. It's unclear whether it was hidden or deleted.

Zhao Yansen's expression darkened as he recalled the image of her and Shang Shixu walking side by side on campus.

Now there's another one, Gu Beixiao.

Hot water poured down from above, soaking her clothes. Song Xi tried to escape, but the man grabbed her and pinned her against the wall.

"Xixi."

Zhao Yansen's tone was gentle, yet carried a chilling undertone. His expression was cold and stern as he forcefully held her slender waist, his voice hoarse as he questioned:

"Gu Beixiao is your boyfriend, so what am I?"

(End of this chapter)