Fatal Desire

Chapter 10: Breaths mingled, like a kiss.

Song Xi felt dissatisfied, but said in a calm tone, "Go ahead and do your work. I'll handle these clothes."

The maid paused for a moment, then bowed respectfully and presented the suit with both hands.

The moment the maid left, the young lady threw her suit on the ground and stomped on it several times in a fit of anger.

"Stingy!"

"A germaphobe!"

She was enjoying herself when a cool, indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Song Xi".

Suddenly someone called her name, and Song Xi looked over immediately.

Zhao Yansen was standing on the first step, looking at her.

The man wore a well-tailored white shirt, the hem casually tucked into his belt, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Beneath the shirt were a pair of long, powerful legs, and above that, a handsome face with an aggressive edge.

Song Xi was startled, but she reacted quickly and immediately put on a docile and sweet smile.

"Brother, your clothes accidentally fell on the ground, I was just about to pick them up for you."

Zhao Yansen stepped closer: "Accidentally?"

She was barefoot, her expensive black suit making her ankles appear even more slender and fair.

Their eyes met, and Song Xi's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively wanted to back away, but the soft and comfortable fabric of the suit jacket beneath her feet made her legs feel slightly numb, and she couldn't move at all.

Just like on a rainy autumn night, she lifted her right foot and gently stepped on his firm, taut abs.

A strange and magical tactile sensation rushed to her brain, making her scalp tingle.

As the daylight dawns, illuminating the hidden desires lurking in the shadows, one feels the weight of sin.

At that time, Song Xi was very afraid to see Zhao Yansen.

In his eyes, she was harmless, probably the most gentle person in the world, and a well-behaved and sensible little princess.

She lived a very peaceful and quiet life in the Zhao family all these years, the only flaw being that she developed feelings for Zhao Yansen that she shouldn't have.

As the man walked right up to her, Song Xi's breath caught in her throat for two seconds.

Zhao Yansen saw a flicker of surprise in her captivating peach blossom eyes. As if taking care of a girl shorter than him, he lowered his head with a gentlemanly air.

His voice was playful, as if he were teasing a child: "Who did you just call a stingy person?"

His warm breath brushed against her lips, carrying a cool and pleasant fragrance. Song Xi felt inexplicably thirsty and suppressed her instinct to swallow.

Their breaths mingled and intertwined, it felt like a kiss.

An absurd thought popped into Song Xi's mind, startling her.

Their past passionate and inseparable relationship is long gone; now they are completely innocent.

Zhao Yansen, with his keen senses, smelled a familiar, light fragrance—the lychee and rose scent emanating from Song Xi.

His eyes flickered slightly, but the movement was fleeting, leaving no trace.

Zhao Yansen scrutinized her small face, his tone revealing a hint of impatience: "I'm asking you a question."

"The stingy guy was talking about the movie."

After Song Xi finished her hasty explanation, worried that he might disappear again if he wasn't careful, she spoke up a little faster: "Brother, we live under the same roof, it wouldn't be right if we didn't have WeChat, would it?"

Last night he asked her by what authority she was giving him orders.

Now she has answered.

Zhao Yansen glanced down at her feet, his expression remaining largely unchanged, yet he gave a cold, enigmatic laugh. "You think it's acceptable for you to step on my clothes?"

Song Xi immediately moved aside and picked up his suit. Her feet were clean, and with a warm blanket on the ground, the clothes were only wrinkled, without any stains.

"It ran right up to my feet."

Song Xi presented the clothes with both hands, her face beaming with a gentle smile. "They're not dirty at all. Here you go."

Zhao Yansen stood up straight, ignoring her completely, not even giving her a glance.

Song Xi recalled the year she first arrived at the Zhao family, and she was particularly worried that she might do something wrong and cause trouble for her aunt, causing Song Yunyu to be criticized here. So she always kept her head down, being an obedient and well-behaved girl, and her activities were limited to the bedroom and dining room.

Living under the same roof, she occasionally bumped into Zhao Yansen, but she knew that she was worlds apart from the young master of the Zhao family, so she was 'afraid' of him.

After three months of estrangement, on a windy autumn night, Song Yunyu and Zhao Zongting left Beijing for a business trip, leaving only the two of them at home. Zhao Yansen had no choice but to take care of her.

They've been taking care of me for so many years.

Under his meticulous care for more than ten years, Song Xi gradually lost her composure, and in the end, her secret love was like a heavy snowfall in winter, which, when blown by the wind, filled the entire city.

Sticky and damp.

At this moment, Song Xi stared intently at Zhao Yansen, whose outstanding features exuded an aloof and noble air.

She thought to herself, "He's so cold-hearted; he's really going backwards as he gets older."

Oh... he doesn't like children.

When she was still an eight-year-old child?
Is this ridiculous?

I was rejected three times in a row when I tried to add you as a friend, once online and twice in person.

Song Xi also had a temper. She threw her suit jacket on the sofa, put on her slippers, and stormed upstairs.

Back in her room, Song Xi sat at her desk, picked up her phone, opened a social media app, and edited a new post.

【Fine, fine, who cares!】

Song Xi doesn't like writing in a diary, but she has a habit of using a pseudonym to record her life.

The secondary account has zero followers and zero avatars, and its avatar is that of a bot, lacking any semblance of human vitality. It's suitable for displaying certain unspoken emotions.

After she posted it, she wasn't so angry anymore.

Song Xi leaned back in her chair, reached for her glasses frame on the corner of the table, took out the glasses, and placed them on her small, delicate nose. Then, she swiped her fingertips across the computer touchpad, browsing recent developments in innovative drugs.

Currently, ADC and GLP-1 tracks remain the two most frequently traded tracks in the market.

Morningside Biotech has few drug patents, most of which are still in the research and development stage. Currently, it mainly relies on the bispecific antibodies previously developed by Song Xi and Shang Shixu to attract investment, and bispecific antibodies are also their core competitiveness.

In the business world, having products alone is not enough. Between a rising small company and a well-established large company, Zhou Ji'an would most likely choose Qiao Yifan's Qiao Group rather than Morningstar Biotechnology, based on risk factor and scale.

As I was pondering this, the screen of my phone, which was resting next to my left arm, suddenly lit up; it was a WeChat notification.

Song Xi picked up her phone, unlocked it with facial recognition, and opened the app to check messages.

S: "I've accepted your friend request. We can start chatting now."

Confirming that she wasn't seeing things, Song Xi curled her lips into a smile, her light and gentle expression like the bright weather after a spring rain.

In the brand-new chat box, there was only her message, "Brother, this is Song Xi," and the other person remained completely silent.

Just then, the caller ID popped up on my phone.

Song Xi swiped to answer the call, and Qin Fanghao's deliberately mysterious tone came through the receiver:

"Mr. Xi, guess who I ran into today?"

(End of this chapter)