Fatal Desire

Chapter 168 A Room Full of Enchanting Beauty
The schedule ticked by, time passed in a flurry of activity, and Thursday arrived in the blink of an eye. Song Xi finished a high-level meeting that lasted more than two hours and returned to his office. Before he could even settle into his chair, he received news that Zhao Yansen had returned to the capital a day early.

Unable to contain herself, she picked up her bag and said to Cheng Nian in a slightly faster voice, "The social engagement tonight is canceled."

Cheng Nian had just stood up from her workstation and hadn't even had a chance to respond when she could no longer see their CEO, Mr. Song.

Song Xi didn't drive; instead, she hailed a taxi: "Beijing Capital International Airport, the sooner the better."

Seeing her in a hurry, the driver assumed she was going to catch her cheating, so he drove incredibly fast, arriving at the airport ten minutes earlier than normal.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Song Xi eagerly pushed open the door and ran across the jet bridge to the tarmac.

On the empty tarmac, the Gulfstream private jet was parked like a giant eagle, and a tall, upright figure was slowly emerging from the cabin.

In the deep of night, as long as he appears in her sight, he can bring her a sense of calm and reassurance.

Song Xi quickened her pace, her long hair billowing as she rushed into his arms.

As Zhao Yansen stepped off the boarding stairs and onto the tarmac, she rushed straight at him within two seconds. The wind carried her sweet fragrance towards him, and he steadily pulled her into his arms.

Without needing to see her face clearly, Zhao Yansen recognized Song Xi instantly. He hugged her and whispered:
"Why are you here?"

"I missed you." Song Xi lifted her face from his embrace, her tone slightly reproachful. "Why didn't you tell me about what happened between you and your family?"

They've come to demand an explanation.

Zhao Yansen raised the corner of his lips slightly and said, "It's not too late to know now."

But Song Xi didn't want him to bear those harsh criticisms alone, especially the harsh criticisms and insults from the elders in the compound.

It's clearly a two-person decision to fall in love, so how can he bear all the pressure alone?
“This is trouble we caused, and you should let me face it with you,” Song Xi said. “Even if there’s nothing I can do, I can still stay by your side.”

“You persuaded Song Yunyu. You handle your problem, and I'll handle mine.” Zhao Yansen brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said earnestly and slowly, “You’ve already faced this with me.”

"Did Grandpa and the others hit you?" Song Xi asked anxiously, checking his body. Although she knew that many days had passed, she still couldn't help but worry.

"No." Zhao Yansen's tone was casual, making no mention of the whipping he received from the old man. "No matter where you are, you will never have to live in fear again."

Upon hearing this, Song Xi was overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, clinging to him: "Brother!"

Zhao Yansen stroked the back of her head, his voice deep: "Being with me shouldn't be a burden to you."

The Bentley had been parked nearby for a long time. Luo Xiao stood respectfully in front of the car and waited. He saw Mr. Zhao, who was usually cold and composed, put his arm around Song Xi's waist and half-carried her to the back seat.

Instead of going home, I went to a luxury hotel by the sea.

The car window was slightly open, and the night wind ruffled Song Xi's hair. The roads of Kyoto crisscrossed, and the dazzling neon lights resembled stars hanging upside down in the dark night sky.

As soon as the car started, she climbed onto Zhao Yansen's lap. He stroked her waist with his large hand, not rushing to kiss her, but carefully examining her appearance.

"You've lost weight." Zhao Yansen pinched her cheek. "Have you been eating on time?"

Song Xi lowered her head to unbutton his white shirt, loosened one button, and looked up at him: "I've gained three pounds since last month, where have I lost weight? You have something wrong with your eyes."

Zhao Yansen leaned back in his leather seat, looking relaxed and composed, and smiled faintly: "Do I have bad eyesight? That I would like you?"

Song Xi was taken aback and stared straight at him.

Zhao Yansen is well-versed in the art of emotional management. Being in a high position, he must ensure that every decision is accurate and error-free.

Controlling and hiding his emotions is both effortless for him and ingrained in his behavior.

But looking into Song Xi's affectionate peach blossom eyes, he knew he couldn't reply with his usual calm expression.

Their eyes met, and the air inexplicably became damp and sticky, as if something was silently growing inside them.

And it grew stronger and stronger. When they arrived at the presidential suite of the luxury hotel, that thing exceeded its limit and exploded, bursting from the heart and flowing through the blood throughout the body.

As soon as the door opened, Song Xi was pinned against the wall by the man, who pinched her chin with his long fingers and kissed her fiercely.

The dampness from the train carriage carried into the hotel's entrance hall, creating a fiery, cramped atmosphere that intensified and fermented in the quiet room.

Behind her was a cold, hard wall, and in front of her stood a tall, imposing man whose familiar, cool sandalwood scent enveloped her subtly.

Song Xi raised her slender arms and wrapped them around Zhao Yansen's neck. Their lips met, their breaths mingled, and the sounds of their kiss were clearly audible, making their hearts pound faster.

In the tender and loving kiss, the burning desire for each other as unique as it is amplified.

Song Xi kicked off her shoes, stepping barefoot onto Zhao Yansen's expensive leather shoes. She looked up at him, a touch of lively charm appearing in the corners of her eyes.
"Brother, hold me."

Zhao Yansen suppressed the throbbing of his Adam's apple. He cupped her hips in his large hands, pulling her close, and she wrapped her legs around his strong waist.

In this position, she was slightly taller than him. He raised his chin slightly, and his kiss on her lips was now filled with a forceful and unrestrained intensity.

The room overlooks the sea, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of shimmering waves, and a long table set with an exquisite dinner.

Once the atmosphere is right, dinner isn't the first choice.

Zhao Yansen carried Song Xi inside, and she clung to him, biting his earlobe and gently sucking on it.

It was like setting a fire; the flames spread and burned ever more intensely.

Zhao Yansen placed her on the table, took off her coat, and threw it directly on the floor. Song Xi loosened his tie and threw it on the floor as well.

The two overlapped.

The room is full of charm.

**
Morningside's core focus is on innovative drugs with disruptive technological potential, and it is gradually being able to balance the three thresholds of "technology, business, and compliance".

The company's drug targeting ovarian cancer subtypes caused a huge stir in the pharmaceutical and business world after its launch.

Earlier this month, in order to promote the establishment of the Women Scientists Entrepreneurship Fund, Song Xi made an exception and accepted an interview with a financial reporter.

The half-hour interview went smoothly without any problems.

Before leaving, the reporter shook Song Xi's hand and said with a smile, "President Song, I heard about you when I was studying in the United States. Despite repeated setbacks and others' skepticism about women's health, you still chose this path. Congratulations."

Song Xi smiled and said, "Thank you."

Cheng Nian saw the reporter and related staff off.

Song Xi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of red bean latte, looking down at the van carrying the interview team below.

Her gaze slowly drifted into the distance, looking towards the vast and boundless sky.

Countless days spent doing research in the lab flashed through my mind, data loopholes again and again, and starting over again and again.

And, the mornings spent alone in the classroom devouring heavy books, the mornings when startups are maliciously slandered while seeking investment, the afternoons when partners betray them and steal their patents, and the late nights spent buried in their work on business plans at their desks.

Song Xi, congratulations.

Instead of being swept away by the tides of worldly affairs, or being crushed by deep-seated wounds, they tempered the past into a sword with its sharp edge revealed.

Now you stand with your sword, carving out your own path in this world.

You became the person you most wanted to be.

look.

The world, with its vastness and tranquility, is responding to your choices and your perseverance.