Fatal Desire

Chapter 175 Extra: Bonds

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They were immersed in their deep love for each other.

Song Xi wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, clinging tightly to him, but he showed no restraint, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"Mmm...husband..." she murmured, her voice both delicate and husky, like a swaying lotus, "brother..."

Her blood was burning hot; she clung tightly to his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and sobbed softly.

...I don't know when it ended.

Song Xi lay on Zhao Yansen's chest, the sticky feeling on her body still burning hot, so comfortable that she didn't want to open her eyes.

Zhao Yansen gently patted her back to coax her to rest, and occasionally lowered his head to lightly kiss her earlobe, cuddling tenderly.

In the distance, dawn is quietly breaking.

The sun slowly rose from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, its golden rays sprinkling onto the layers of clouds like a vast, undulating orange-red ocean.

The clouds resemble meticulously crafted cotton candy, fluffy and textured, undulating and stretching all the way to the horizon.

The golden rays of dawn leaped through the plane window and silently entered Zhao Yansen's field of vision.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, his voice low and husky: "Xixi, the sun is out."

Upon hearing this, Song Xi slowly lifted her eyelids and looked out the porthole at the scenery.

The rising sun was dazzling, its brilliance reflected against the horizon.

The light was fiery red, intense and dazzling, instantly dispelling all the shadows.

Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a delicate light as she exclaimed in genuine admiration, "How beautiful you are, brother!"

"Hmm." Zhao Yansen's gaze was fixed on her. "She's very beautiful."

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Not long after the dawn broke, on a warm afternoon, Song Xi discovered she was pregnant.

That day, she went to the hospital to discuss the clinical effects of female hormone therapy with senior experts.

As she was leaving, she passed by a gynecologist and suddenly remembered that her period was a few days late. Since she was already there, she decided to get a checkup.

After a series of procedures including blood and urine tests, the doctor glanced at the report and said with a smile:

Congratulations, you're pregnant.

Song Xi was stunned for a moment: "Pregnant?"

The doctor nodded and pointed to the HCG level on the report: "These indicators are all good. Go home and get plenty of rest."

Based on her last menstrual period, Song Xi was less than six weeks pregnant, so she couldn't see the fetal heartbeat or embryo and didn't have an ultrasound.

After leaving the hospital, Song Xi sat in the car and looked at the report more than ten times, memorizing all the data.

She gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

I wanted to call Zhao Yansen, but then I remembered that he had important work to do today, so I decided against it for the time being.

When Zhao Yansen returned home that evening, Song Xi didn't run over excitedly as usual, jumping and clinging to him. Instead, she sat quietly and obediently on the sofa.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he strode up to her: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Song Xi shook her head, smiling brightly.

Regarding health, Zhao Yansen never believed her one-sided account. He carefully examined her and was about to call the doctor over.

Suddenly, Song Xi pulled his right hand and obediently placed the report into his hand, her eyes bright and clear.

“I have already checked.”

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes and stared for a long time, his expression growing increasingly solemn, without uttering a word.

"No, no, your expression is wrong." Song Xi reached out and poked his face, trying to make him smile with dimples.

Zhao Yansen then came to his senses and picked up his phone to call Professor Dong, but suddenly remembered that the other party was not an obstetrics and gynecology expert, and wondered which authoritative doctor he should find.

In those few seconds, he had already decided where to give birth.

The man, who was usually unmoved by anything, was visibly flustered.

Song Xi quickly pressed his hand down: "Zhao Yansen, calm down. I'm pregnant, not terminally ill."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yansen pulled her into a tight embrace. The embrace was light, but the emotions and love emanating from it were so intense and profound that Song Xi's heart pounded wildly.

Sharing this good news with him made her far happier than if she had known it to herself during the day.

Song Xi wrapped her arms around the man's waist and buried her face in his chest: "We're not six weeks along yet, so we can't see the fetal heartbeat or embryo. Let's go for an ultrasound together next week."

Zhao Yansen could hardly contain his emotions; his Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long while, he finally responded in a hoarse voice, "Hmm."

If Song Xi were to look up at this moment, she would surely see the red in his eyes.

Overjoyed, she couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Brother, you're going to be a father!"

Zhao Yansen lowered his head and kissed her tenderly and lingeringly.

The kiss was exceptionally long, the bridge of their noses rubbing together tenderly.

Years later, Zhao Yansen still remembers how he felt at that time.

It was one of the few truly moving experiences of his life, a surge of emotions coursing through his chest—ecstasy, anxiety, fear… all intertwined in a web of complex feelings. Words could hardly describe it; language alone could not accurately depict the tremor in his heart.

Although the two had made preparations, when the other person actually arrived, everything still felt unreal.

After dinner, the bright moonlight shone through the gaps in the vines, casting dappled shadows on the orange chandelier.

Zhao Yansen held Song Xi in his arms as they sat on a swing chair under the grapevines. She nestled barefoot in his lap, and he fed her green grapes one or two from a glass bowl.

They discussed whether it would be a boy or a girl, planned the layout of the children's room, and discussed their future parenting plans.

Song Xi's porcelain-like fingers picked up a green grape and brought it to Zhao Yansen's lips, her eyes crinkling into a light and charming smile. A week later, the two went to the hospital for a checkup.

Professor Dong personally led the obstetrics and gynecology team to greet her. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Song Xi lay down on the bed in the ultrasound room.

Zhao Yansen stood by the bed, his gaze falling on her flat abdomen... inside which was a tiny life growing.

The doctor moved the instrument across Song Xi's abdomen, stopping at a certain point and pointing to the image: "Mr. and Mrs. Zhao, please look. This shape is like a small soybean, called a gestational sac. It's developing very well."

Zhao Yansen maintained a composed and dignified demeanor, but his palms were unknowingly sweating.

Although both of them were novices, he was older than her and should have been more mature and composed, so he shouldn't have been at a loss.

Inspection complete.

Zhao Yansen carefully helped Song Xi up and patiently asked her how she was feeling and if she felt uncomfortable anywhere.

Medical equipment cannot describe every detail of a person's physical condition.

Song Xi hugged his arm and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, why are you so suspicious and anxious?"

"If I'm not careful, what will I do if something happens to you?"

Zhao Yansen's words were straightforward, which pleased Song Xi. She hooked her arms around his neck, clinging to him affectionately and passionately: "Zhao Yansen, I really, really love you so much."

"I love you too." Zhao Yansen pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

"I love you more."

"You have to fight for this too?" His tone was a mix of indulgent helplessness and affection.

Song Xi was unreasonable: "Of course, since I'm the younger sister, you have to give in to me."

Zhao Yansen tightened his arms, restraining his strength, and pulled her closer to his chest.

The most tender part of his heart was burning hot.

Song Xi's due date is in May.

At 35 weeks of pregnancy, Mr. Zhao personally called Professor Dong to inquire in detail about her physical condition and preparations for childbirth.

A few earnest words of advice filled Professor Dong with trepidation.

"Everything is going smoothly, please rest assured," Professor Dong assured him.

With the old man's attention, Professor Dong dared not slack off in the slightest.

This is the bloodline of the Zhao family, and the entire medical team is on high alert.

A week before her due date, Song Xi checked into a VIP ward at the hospital.

Zhao Yansen was involved in the entire surgical plan development process. Knowing that she was afraid of pain, he specifically requested that the entire process, from pre-operative to post-operative care, be pain-free.

Zhao Yansen was present throughout the entire delivery process on the day of the surgery.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Song Xi, his heart aching as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest bit, yet in the end, it was he who made her suffer.

Zhao Yansen held Song Xi's left hand tightly in his large palm. Their skin touched, and their body heat was transmitted to each other, gradually calming their uneasy hearts.

Seeing that he was even more nervous than she was, Song Xi couldn't help but laugh.

They are each other's closest people, from flesh and bone to the depths of their souls.

Whether in the past or now, he feels insecure about her and needs to watch over her constantly to feel at ease.

Outside the delivery room, family members waited anxiously, some standing and some sitting in the corridor, while hospital leaders offered their condolences.

Not only did Song Yunyu and Zhao Zongting arrive, but even Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Zhao personally came to the hospital to wait for them.

Tension and anxiety spread silently.

Until the doctor came out carrying a tiny swaddled baby, smiling and announcing, "Congratulations, mother and daughter are safe and sound."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Including Zhao Yansen. His world stood still for a moment; all the floating, visible fear vanished, leaving only joy.

When it came to choosing a name, the entire family had many different opinions. In the end, Song Xi and Zhao Yansen discussed it and decided on a name.

Zhao Chengyou came to visit after school and, unusually, showed curiosity about the baby: "What's her name?"

“Zhao Lingxi.” Song Xi didn’t even look up, playing with Zhao Yansen’s slender fingers one by one, “The clouds are waiting for the dawn, and the returning tide will reveal the hidden spirit.”

Zhao Chengyou: "The character 'Xi' in 'A-Xi' is a homophone but has a different pronunciation."

"Yes."

Zhao Lingxi's name was chosen by her parents together.

Her nickname is Tongtong, which means the rising sun and the beginning of light.

Like the sunrise they saw from the clouds in the plane, it was serene, gentle, and full of boundless hope.

Thinking about this...

Song Xi looked up at Zhao Yansen with a beaming smile.

He was looking at her too, his gaze never leaving her.

They depended on each other for survival, walking from darkness to dawn.

Dawn has now broken.

Though mountains and rivers may separate us, and the Milky Way may stretch far and wide, you will always be an unbreakable bond in my life.

(End of the article)

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