Fatal Desire

Chapter 156 The Honeymoon Period

Upon hearing the door open, Song Xi immediately rushed over in her slippers.

Zhao Yansen was changing his shoes in the entryway, his demeanor calm and elegant, exuding the air of a charming and aristocratic young master.

"elder brother!"

Song Xi threw herself into his arms, hugging his narrow waist tightly without saying a word, and rubbing her body against him, saying, "You're back."

She changed into a soft, expensive-quality loungewear dress, so thin it was almost invisible.

Zhao Yansen's body tensed involuntarily as she rubbed against him, his dark eyes darkening, but his voice remained steady: "Let's eat first, and then you can hug me."

During her last check-up at the hospital, the doctor told her to eat on time, but it's already 20 p.m. and she still hasn't eaten.

It doesn't matter what time he eats, but it doesn't matter for her; she has to be healthy.

"Let's eat later. When I saw my brother at the company, I wanted to hug him, but I held back outside." Song Xi pressed herself intimately against Zhao Yansen's body, constantly entwining herself around him, as if she wanted to crawl into his body.

A girl's love is more intense than the scorching heat of summer.

Zhao Yansen's heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and silently held her tightly in his embrace.

Despite Song Yunyu's many opinions, he did not agree with them.

But there's one thing she said correctly.

He was the one who hurt Song Xi the most.

In the thick Beijing night, two hot and hard bones were firmly pressed together, and their hearts gradually ached and swelled with the passage of time.

Sometimes he also wondered, what did the four years they were apart really mean?
It caused them both to suffer day and night, and made her break down and despair again and again.

He raised her and was the person who knew her best in the world, yet he didn't even realize that she was suffering.

Quite a failure.

In fact, he and Song Yunyu were no different; both used the guise of doing what was best for Song Xi to hurt her.

What right does he have to condemn Song Yunyu?
At least Song Yunyu was her blood-related aunt.

After a brief, quiet embrace, Song Xi slipped her hand inside Zhao Yansen's shirt, pulling the shirt tucked into his trousers until it was disheveled and sexy.

She haphazardly touched his V-line and incredibly soft muscles, and her body silently released dopamine, instantly feeling the excitement of a reunion after a short separation.

But they were having breakfast together this morning, so it can't be considered a short separation.

Song Xi looked up at his chest and asked with a smile:

Are we in the honeymoon phase right now?

Zhao Yansen's lips curled up, letting her take full advantage of him: "What, do you still want to be an old married couple?"

“Anything is fine.” Song Xi smiled even more brightly. “As long as I’m with my brother, I’m fine with anything.”

Zhao Yansen's smile deepened, and his large hand moved down her spine, supporting her buttocks, and he lifted her up.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Song Xi instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck, feeling that he held her as easily as he held a child.

The exquisite dishes on the table were still steaming hot, and the two sat down at the table to eat their dinner quietly.

"I heard from Shang Shixu that Jin Minchuan from the Drug Administration has a daughter who is hospitalized," Song Xi suddenly remembered and mentioned.

Given Jin Minchuan's status, he shouldn't be able to attract Zhao Yansen's attention.

Upon hearing this, he raised his eyelashes and glanced at Song Xi.

“The new drug that Morningside is currently researching is mainly targeting the same type of disease as his daughter,” Song Xi said. “However, the clinical data for that drug is not very good, so it needs to be reworked.”

Zhao Yansen: "Are all researchers useless?"

Those in high positions are primarily results-oriented; drug development mainly relies on research experts, and if one fails, the next one is moved on.

It's simply a matter of spending money to hire the best employees.

Jiang Liangqun is nominally the CEO of Huasong Group and has a prestigious reputation outside, but internally he is just a professional manager.

“No,” Song Xi blinked her eyelashes. “I’m also in charge of developing new drugs.” Zhao Yansen looked at her thoughtfully, remembering when she was studying abroad, she accidentally came into contact with unknown bacteria in the laboratory and was forced to be quarantined for two days.

He said, "After the company goes public, we'll reduce the number of experiments."

Song Xi, unaware of his concerns, assumed he was worried about her getting tired, and nodded, "Yes."

She agreed too quickly.

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and asked, "Are you just trying to fool me?"

"That's not true." Song Xi raised her hand, looking innocent and obedient.

Zhao Yansen stared at her, his expression authoritative without being angry: "It had better be true."

"Of course it's true." Song Xi's peach blossom eyes were bright, with a hint of coquettishness at the corners. "If I'm lying to you, do whatever you want with me."

That being said, Zhao Yansen simply had no way to deal with her.

If you say even a few words to her, she'll ignore you for the whole day. Hitting or scolding her is out of the question.

Song Xi eats slowly. Even after Zhao Yansen stopped eating, she continued to eat with relish, like a little squirrel.

Zhao Yansen's deep eyes fell on her, and he silently unbuttoned his shirt, his expression as indifferent as ever.

But her slender, beautifully shaped fingers deftly and gracefully unbuttoned each button, revealing half of her shirt hem. The way she teased the viewer about to reveal it was incredibly alluring and seductive.

But he asked in a nonchalant, elder-like manner, "Are you full?"

"Not yet," Song Xi replied, oblivious to the situation.

The man unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and threw it away, the metal buckle making a slight clinking sound.

Song Xi finally realized what was happening and obediently drank the medicine, but her eyes kept wandering restlessly to his well-defined chest, which was erect and firm. Her heart pounded, almost leaping out of her chest.

She didn't do anything.

How did you get up?
After the meal, the porcelain plates, bowls, and chopsticks lay forlornly on the dining table, untouched by anyone.

Inside, someone was being pushed around and was begging for mercy. Their heavy breathing filled the entire large, single-level apartment.

Neither of them had taken off their clothes, and Song Xi was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window by the tall and strong body.

Zhao Yansen's black shirt was wide open, the fine silk fabric hanging down his sides, revealing a large area of ​​well-defined, smooth abdominal muscles on his chest. His skin and flesh were taut, and the prominent veins under his pale skin disappeared into the hem of his trousers. He was still wearing straight suit trousers.

He turned Song Xi's face around from behind, bit her soft lips, kissed her for a while, and then patted her bottom with his palm.
"Stand still."

In front of Zhao Yansen, Song Xi felt like a free and unrestrained red carp, able to swing her beautiful tail without any fear of being caught.

Its tail was hit at that moment, which looked amusing.

She wanted to turn around and bite him, but she couldn't muster any strength at all, and could only indulge in the pleasure he brought her.

Outside the window, the cicadas chirped their hearts out in the summer night, while inside, the girl's sweet moans mingled with the man's sensual aura, weaving a boundless and enchanting scene.

Her hair and his clothes swayed at the same time, making people blush and their hearts race.

Their breathing was hot and heavy, their bodies entwined in an ambiguous embrace, and in the end, they hadn't even taken off all their clothes.

……

In the middle of the night, he carried Song Xi back to bed and coaxed her to sleep. Zhao Yansen got up, went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and had a cigarette between his teeth.

It didn't light.

There were several missed calls on my phone, the most noticeable of which was from Zhao Zongting.

Judging from the timing, when his father called, he was pinning Song Xi against the window.

Since Song Yunyu had already spoken to Zhao Zongting, this matter could not be delayed any longer.

Zhao Yansen took the cigarette from his lips, threw it into the trash can, and walked calmly into the dressing room without even looking up.

After changing his clothes, he sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, looked at Song Xi for a moment, and then left after giving her a light kiss on the forehead.

When Zhao Yansen returned to the courtyard, Zhao Zongting was already waiting for him in the courtyard, ready to interrogate him.

(End of this chapter)