Fatal Desire

Chapter 167 I love you, kisses

Song Xi kissed Zhao Yansen with her eyes closed, but her hand groped to unbutton the button on his waist and abdomen, reaching inside to haphazardly touch his firm and strong abdominal muscles.

Her true nature was revealed: she was clingy, enthusiastic, and liked to flirt with him.

Despite his cold and aloof nature, Zhao Yansen found himself unable to resist her.

Concerned that her body couldn't take it, he held her close and kissed her for a long time. Finally, before she could catch her breath, he withdrew, pressing his forehead against hers to calm her breathing.

Their faces were so close, their breaths mingling passionately, like tender buds stretching out from tree branches, a sight that was truly delightful.

After a satisfying kiss, Song Xi, wearing slippers, briskly went into the bathroom to wash up.

Half an hour later.

The restaurant was brightly lit and spotless, with snow-white tablecloths spread out as if new, and the cups and plates on the table were immaculate, the metal cutlery reflecting a silvery light.

The stewed cod, specially prepared for her during the change of seasons to nourish her body, was still steaming, with wisps of steam rising from the porcelain bowl.

Song Xi held a porcelain spoon, staring blankly at the soup.

Zhao Yansen looked up at her: "Not to your liking?"

"No." Song Xi then came to her senses, scooped up a little soup with a spoon and put it in her mouth, her eyes crinkling as she said, "The soup is very fragrant."

The recipes are changed regularly, adjusted according to the seasons and her physical condition, so she doesn't get tired of them.

Zhao Yansen understood her eating habits; even the most beloved foods would become tiresome if eaten frequently over a period of time, let alone her short attention span.

After dinner, Song Xi curled up on the sofa playing on her phone. Normally, Zhao Yansen would be working in his study, but he was in the living room.

The computer sits on the coffee table, a multinational conference is in progress, and on the screen sit elites in suits.

Before the aunt went into the dining room to clear the table, she glanced at the sofa.

The two were doing their own thing, but the girl's feet were openly placed on the man's thighs, swinging freely and leisurely, her dark trousers making her ankles appear fair and radiant.

After clearing away the dishes, the auntie sliced ​​finger limes and pears, arranged them on a plate, and prepared to take them to the living room for the two customers.

To her surprise, when she walked into the living room, she was caught off guard to see the two people who had been ignoring each other just moments before now kissing passionately, oblivious to everyone around them.

The girl sat in the man's lap, holding her phone in one hand and resting the other on his shoulder. The man stroked her neck with his palm and lowered his head to kiss her intently.

The aunt was so frightened that she immediately retreated back into the kitchen.

In this upscale neighborhood where everyone is incredibly wealthy and powerful, the residents are all extraordinary. They can't disturb their employers, and they earn high salaries.

The elegant upbringing cultivated in her wealthy and prestigious family from a young age was ingrained in Song Xi's very being, but since she was not outside at the moment and was also captivated by the man's beauty, she forgot that there was a third person in the villa.

As for Zhao Yansen, he never cared about what others thought.

Song Xi spent a pleasant and peaceful weekend at Yanshan Villa.

On Monday morning, she hugged Zhao Yansen goodbye as usual.

The man's strong arms encircled her shoulders and back, his chin gently resting on the top of her head: "I'm going on a business trip. Wait for me in Beijing."

Song Xi buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him, wrapping her arms around his lean waist. She was a little reluctant to leave, but she didn't act spoiled: "How many days are you going to be gone?"

"Five days."

"Okay, I'll miss you."

Song Xi raised her hand, hooked her arm around his neck, tilted her face up, and asked him for a kiss.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head and gently kissed her soft lips. He didn't release her until she was breathless and limp in his arms.

**
By the time Song Xi received word of the "scandal," Zhao Yansen had already cleared up all the obstacles, both inside and outside the home.

If Meng Weixian hadn't invited her and Shang Shixu to dinner at the company restaurant, she wouldn't have known that her relationship with Zhao Yansen was known throughout their circle.

"President Xi, you're really good at keeping secrets! Are we still friends? Our friendship is about to capsize!"

Meng Weixian clutched his chest, his face contorted with hurt. "Sister Qin was filming in the mountains and there was no signal. I couldn't even ask her where she was. As for the others, your brother is notoriously ruthless. Not to mention me, even my brother wouldn't dare say a word."

Shang Shixu already knew about Song Xi and Zhao Yansen's affair, and calmly sipped his tea. Glancing across the table, he saw Song Xi engrossed in her phone, and without looking up, asked, "Is the public opinion so clean?"

"With your brother in charge, who dares to gossip?" Meng Weixian gestured animatedly. "The young master of the Zhao family actively pursued and entangled his sister, and everyone in the circle said it was a beautiful story. Those unsavory rumors have long been suppressed."

Those young men who were vying to become Zhao's sons-in-law a while ago have all wilted now.

Trying to steal someone from the Crown Prince? They wouldn't dare even if they had ten times the courage.

Given the status of the Zhao and Xiao families, no one dared to openly object.

But Song Xi didn't believe there were no complaints privately. Now that things are calm, it's highly likely that Zhao Yansen handled it.

Meng Weixian looked at Shang Shixu, hesitating to speak: "President Shang, you..."

Shang Shixu shook his head at Meng Weixian, signaling him to shut up!

Regardless of whether Zhao Yansen was there or not, given Song Xi's background and status, it was impossible for her to be with an illegitimate child.

This is very clear from the Shang Shixu perspective.

Meng Weixian changed the subject: "Everyone had guessed you were the Zhao family's long-lost daughter, but now that the truth is out, it saves us a lot of trouble. Double happiness!"

"Okay." Song Xi locked her phone screen. "Let's order."

The reputation and interests of the Zhao and Xiao families were beyond her control. Furthermore, the military and political secrets involved were forbidden territory for her to tread.

If their affair were to be exposed, Song Xi's biggest worry would be the impact on Song Yunyu and Zhao Yansen. And this was precisely where her abilities were lacking.

In retrospect, Zhao Yansen has quietly resolved all the potential problems.

After finishing my meal, I returned to the office.

As Song Xi passed by Cheng Nian's workstation, she glanced at it and saw a Swiss travel brochure on the table.

#Jungfraujoch, a world-class paragliding destination#
Cheng Nian was focused on typing on the keyboard when she noticed Song Xi a few seconds later. She immediately stood up and said, "President Song."

Song Xi picked up the Swiss handbook and flipped through it: "Interested in Switzerland?"

"The supply chain project we're currently negotiating with involves Mr. Li, who studied in Switzerland. I'm thinking that learning more about him might be helpful in the negotiations," Cheng Nian asked. "Mr. Song, what are your thoughts on Switzerland?"

Song Xi said, "People fall from the sky in Interlaken, there is no entertainment at night, the food in the restaurants is bland, but the scenery is beautiful."

Cheng Nian was stunned: "A living person fell from the sky?"

“Yes.” Song Xi’s peach blossom eyes sparkled with laughter. “The people there are obsessed with paragliding. They rely on it to get home after get off work. When you look up, the sky is full of people floating around.”

Cheng Nian said with envy, "That sounds so cool."

“If you like,” Song Xi put the travel brochure back in its place, “I’ll take you there another day.”

Cheng Nian's face lit up with joy: "Then I'll wait for President Song's news."

Song Xi stopped chatting and walked gracefully toward her office.

Cheng Nian stood still, staring at her intently.

President Song's slender and neat figure was like a moon shining on a clear spring, not cold, but warm and gentle.

The office features a minimalist and elegant style.

Song Xi sat in her office chair, the words Meng Weixian had just said flashing through her mind. She opened WeChat and sent a message to Zhao Yansen.

Song Xi: "Have a good business trip, brother. Love you, kisses~"

She put down her phone and was about to open the R&D data report when a new message popped up on her screen.

Zhao Yansen: "Kiss!"

Song Xi suddenly opened her eyes wide and swiped her fingertip across the chat page, checking it several times.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing when she imagined the man typing those words with a serious expression; she was thoroughly amused.

Is my brother possessed by a ghost?
Otherwise, how could she be so cute!