Fatal Desire

Chapter 103 A well-known sister-complex in the circle

"You'll have to ask my brother about that," Song Xi said with a smile.

She wasn't sure if it was permissible, but Li Shuyi was definitely the type that Old Madam Zhao liked.

The young lady comes from a scholarly family with a clean background. Although the Li family is not as prestigious as the Zhao family, it is still one of the most prominent families in the capital.

Madam Zhao valued family background, and it was precisely because of her family background that her aunt was never favored by her.

Madam Xiao valued relationships, and she and Old Master Xiao spoke out for their daughter, treating Zhao Zongting and Song Yunyu in the same way on a daily basis.

Their daughter had only been gone for three years when her son-in-law remarried. The elderly couple couldn't get over it.

The reason why Song Xi and Song Yunyu have been able to live peacefully in the Zhao family all these years is largely because Zhao Yansen accepted the two of them.

Since neither the original wife's son said anything, the Zhao and Xiao families naturally dared not openly oppose it.

Song Xi is a complete love fanatic.

At the same time, she is grateful and reasonable.

So Zhao Yansen will just treat her as his sister.

"I haven't seen your brother in a while. I'll ask him myself when I see him!"

Knowing that he shouldn't pry into the Zhao family's affairs, Chi Wang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Little sister, I'll go mix a cocktail, wait for me."

Song Xi was lost in her own world and didn't pay attention to Li Shuyi's reply. She only heard the laughter of the young men and women around her.

Arrive at the designated time.

Seven or eight of the most famous racing drivers from home and abroad gathered together for a high-speed race on the club's track.

To provide a better view of the race, the private room featured floor-to-ceiling windows offering a 270-degree panoramic view. Song Xi took the cocktail from Chi Wang, leaned back in her chair, and watched the race.

The track indicator lights came on, and racers took turns getting into the cockpit.

"boom!"

The gun fired, and the match officially began.

The sports car engine was instantly awakened, growling like a slumbering beast. At the moment of starting, the tires screeched violently against the ground, white smoke billowed up, and the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Accelerate, corner, drift.

The LED screens beside the track were updating lap times in real time, while the large screen was showing the race situation simultaneously.

They were discussing who would be the ultimate winner.

We don't gamble with money, we gamble on whose elder calls first.

"Young Master Chi, last time we escorted your father to check on him at 2 a.m., and your father directly sent his driver to stake out the club."

Chi Wang was completely convinced of his defeat last time: "Old ginger is spicier, Old Chi has just installed GPS in my genes!"

The men of Beijing are all about putting on a show while secretly plotting.

Song Xi recalled that during her teenage years, Zhao Yansen and other wealthy young men frequented a clubhouse, playing billiards. He would take her there but wouldn't let her participate. He would only tell her to stay obediently in his private suite, where the clubhouse manager would personally serve her.

Back then, they also made bets, the stakes being that the loser would wear women's clothing and go boating on Houhai Lake.

The incident was captured by a passerby and went viral, with the headline "Beijing socialites hold team building activity late at night".

Although the elder brother did not lose, he was still locked in the ancestral hall by the old lady for three days.

When Song Xi first saw her brother being punished, she thought he was starving like in the TV dramas, so she secretly brought him snacks every day to visit him.

She only learned later during the Lunar New Year that her brother wasn't punished for squandering money, but rather for developing an island in the Maldives.

That private island was a New Year's gift he gave her.

It was all because she said in a pretentious way, "Brother, I am like a small boat living in a dried-up ocean, unable to sail and with nowhere to dock."

Memories flooded back, and Song Xi unknowingly finished her cocktail.

She put down her wine glass, and her eyes glanced to the side unintentionally, only to meet Zhou Ji'an's gaze.

"Mr. Zhou, the profit margin reached 66% in the first quarter," Song Xi said. "Your company's ideas are too advanced; I suggest you apply directly for the Nobel Prize for Dreaming."

“You can’t even do this much?” Zhou Ji’an said calmly. “You made all those promises to me when we were discussing cooperation before?” “Chenxing is a service provider, not a dreamer.” Song Xi, who had been drinking, was not very polite to him. “Don’t even mention being a service provider, even if you were a third party, you couldn’t meet Zhongrui’s requirements.”

Zhou Ji'an: "..."

His reasons for signing the project with Morningside were simple: first, Morningside's innovative drug technology; and second, he trusted Song Xi's abilities.

She was personally raised by Zhao Yansen, so she couldn't possibly be bad.

The two problems Chenxing encountered—the on-site inspection by the Drug Administration and the patent lawsuit against the Qiao family—were being closely monitored by Zhou Ji'an's secretary, and Zhao Yansen couldn't possibly be unaware of them.

But Zhao Yansen didn't intervene, which means he believed Song Xi could handle it independently.

The 66% profit target for the first quarter was proposed by the project manager who was working with Morningside. Zhou Ji'an knew it was impossible to achieve, but he still wanted to see how Song Xi would respond.

Song Xi understood perfectly: "If President Zhou has no other questions, we will discuss the project with your company's contact person again."

Zhou Ji'an did not answer.

Song Xi took it as tacit agreement.

After the game ended, regardless of who won or lost, everyone cheered and jumped for joy with champagne.

The winning race car driver, who looked like a male model, entered the car at the same time as a female celebrity, and joined the group of young men in drinking and having fun.

Jiang Shangxue sat on a high stool, her expression aloof, and asked Li Shuyi, "Have you met with Mr. Zhao?"

"No." Li Shuyi shook her head. "The Zhao family isn't in a hurry, and my family is too embarrassed to go and urge them."

It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's that I'm afraid to.

In this marriage, the Li family is in a subordinate position and benefits, while the Zhao family holds the decision-making power.

"And you?" Jiang Shangxue turned around and looked directly at Meng Boyu. "Do you know the truth?"

Meng Boyu smiled stiffly: "I haven't seen Yansen for two months, how could there be any truth to it?"

"If you want to know, there's a ready-made clue."

Meng Boyu's gesture pointed directly at Song Xi.

Although Song Xi appears well-behaved and harmless, she always exudes a subtle, aloof air of nobility.

In addition, Li Shuyi was not the kind of girl who would try to please his sister in order to win a marriage alliance, so she didn't have much contact with Song Xi.

Li Shuyi's gaze slid over Song Xi's wrist, then her eyes suddenly stopped.

That ruby ​​bracelet... isn't it the final piece by world-renowned jewelry designer Vivian?

The gemstone set within is the highly collectible Rothschild Star Ruby.

“Yan Sen bought that bracelet,” Meng Boyu said with his usual composure. “I didn’t expect him to give it to Song Xi.”

Jiang Shangxue: "It's common knowledge in our circle that the Zhao family's heir is a sister-obsessed brother."

Many people are envious of this.

Who exactly is Song Xi? Did he save the galaxy in his past life? How could he possibly win the favor of the Crown Prince?

Chi Wang's drink was very potent; before Song Xi could even save the Milky Way, the Milky Way appeared in his field of vision.

I feel a little dizzy.

She leaned back in her chair, tilted her head back, and groggily pulled out her phone, instinctively calling her brother.

"The angel sister is drunk!?"

Chi Wang glanced at her and was startled. He walked up to Song Xi and said, "Little sister, are you alright? If anything happens to you, your brother will execute me in no time, not even in the fall."

"It's nothing." Song Xi was still sober, and her tone was calm and unhurried. "It's been too long since I've had a drink."

Her fingertips moved away from Zhao Yansen's contact information and landed on Uncle Liao's line.

Chi Wang patiently asked, "Do you want to call your brother?"

(End of this chapter)