Fatal Desire

Chapter 12 They became the most ordinary people in the world again.
Song Xi turned her head and saw Chi Wang walking over with a smile, next to Zhou Ji'an in a wheelchair. Behind Zhou Ji'an was an assistant pushing the wheelchair, the same assistant Song Xi had met at the Sino-Swiss headquarters.

"Brother Chi Wang," Song Xi said politely, "Brother Ji An."

Upon encountering someone he knew, Chi Wang exclaimed excitedly, "Little sister, are you here to play ball too?"

“Hmm,” Song Xi said, “I’m interested, but I know nothing about it. I’m waiting for the coach to come over.”

Chi Wang: "Then you and Ji An wait here for a while. I'll go test the wind speed today."

Song Xi and Zhou Ji'an stood there, watching Chi Wang raise his golf club on the tee. Chi Wang, who was over 1.85 meters tall, was dressed casually, and with his delicate mixed-race features, he was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Song Xi turned her gaze back and handed the documents she was carrying to Zhou Ji'an:
"Mr. Zhou, Morningside's bispecific antibody has huge market potential and considerable returns. This project has a standardized investment structure and plan, which can allow your company to reap great returns and avoid getting bogged down in risks."

She came to the club today because Zhou Ji'an's secretary leaked the information. Without Zhou Ji'an's permission, the secretary would never have dared to disclose Zhou Ji'an's itinerary.

Therefore, Song Xi has full confidence in this collaboration.

Furthermore, a company as large as Zhongrui Group certainly considers more than just a company's financial situation and the management team's experience when choosing partners. Market prospects and industry trends, business models and sustainability, core competitiveness and barriers to entry, and the differentiated competitive advantages of products or services are all factors it focuses on.

Morningside Biotech controls new technologies and can reap huge profits with small investments. No one in the entire capital circle would refuse that.

Zhou Ji'an did not take the documents that Song Xi handed him. Seeing this, his assistant behind him reached out and took the documents with both hands: "President Song, just give them to me."

Song Xi maintained a friendly smile throughout: "Zhou"

"No business today." Zhou Ji'an interrupted her, glancing at Song Xi. "Didn't Miss Song say she came to play ball?"

"I'm here to play ball," Song Xi said calmly. "The coach hasn't arrived yet, so I thought I'd like to ask you for some advice."

Zhou Ji'an lowered his eyes indifferently and told his assistant to push the wheelchair away.

"I'll do it," Song Xi said with a smile.

The assistant observed Zhou Ji'an's expression and, seeing that President Zhou did not object, took two steps back, making room for Song Xi.

Song Xi gripped the handle of the wheelchair and pushed Zhou Ji'an toward the club's annex.

Zhou Ji'an is a heavy adult male, and Song Xi had never pushed a wheelchair before and lacked experience, so she tried her best to control him.

While going downhill, due to unfamiliarity with the operation, a button was accidentally pressed, causing the wheelchair to accelerate instantly and rush forward.

Song Xi gripped the handles tightly with both hands, and just as she was about to be taken away by the wheelchair, a hand suddenly appeared beside her and pulled the wheelchair back in time.

The hand gripped the wheelchair handle effortlessly, its fingers long and beautiful, its wrist strong and slender, with prominent blue veins winding upwards, exuding a wild and powerful aura.

Song Xi felt that the hand looked somewhat familiar.

She raised her eyelashes, her gaze traveling upwards, and unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

In the sunlight, the man's facial features resembled sharp, cold lines drawn with the sharpest pen, deep and handsome, unexpectedly piercing Song Xi's gaze.

She greeted him instinctively, "Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow, addressing him as if the two weren't very familiar with each other.

The wheelchair was righted, and all was well.

Zhou Ji'an's gaze swept between the two men. Neither of them cared about his life or death, neither in the past nor now.

He clenched his right fist, pressed it against his lips, and coughed twice: "Cough! Cough!"

Zhao Yansen sized her up for only five seconds, but it felt like an eternity to Song Xi. His gaze lingered on her face, like a zero-degree, emotionless scrutiny.

The man's gaze was incredibly piercing, easily penetrating to the deepest recesses of one's heart. In front of strangers, Song Xi usually pretended not to know him, but now she could only address him as "Brother."

Zhao Yansen smiled lazily and said, "I thought you were too forgetful and didn't even remember your brother."

Song Xi was speechless.

Who used to complain that she kept calling him "brother" in her ear, saying it wasn't like raising a younger sister, but like raising a flock of pigeons?

For a long time afterward, except when they were in bed, she stopped calling him "brother" and called him "Zhao Yansen" all day long.

"What are you three doing here instead of playing ball?" Chi Wang walked over quickly and said to Song Xi, "Little sister, your coach is here."

Song Xi: "Okay, thank you."

"You..." Before Zhou Ji'an could finish speaking, Chi Wang circled around behind him, not giving Zhou Ji'an a chance to refuse, and quickly pushed the wheelchair back to the teeing ground.

"Chi Wang!" Zhou Ji'an's tone was barely suppressed with anger.

"I can't hear you." Chi Wang chuckled, pretending to be deaf and dumb. "Speak louder."

Zhou Ji'an's face clearly showed his utter speechlessness, and he almost blurted out a curse.

The golf course is filled with vast expanses of neatly manicured lawns, like a huge green velvet carpet, soft and bouncy. The undulating fairways, some high and some low, meander through the woods and lakes.

Song Xi and Zhao Yansen walked side by side.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her: "Interested in golf?"

“Not really interested.” Song Xi raised her head, the sunlight illuminating a layer of pale golden down on her cheeks. “I’m here to talk to Brother Ji’an about a collaboration.”

She didn't lie to him, because there was no need.

Zhao Yansen always managed to expose her lies effortlessly.

It's an undeniable fact that she's not good at golf.

"What kind of cooperation?" Zhao Yansen asked casually.

"The company's newly developed innovative drug project is mainly used to treat patients with locally advanced or metastatic non-small cell lung cancer."

Song Xi's eyes were watery and resembled peach blossoms, with long, thick eyelashes and slightly upturned corners. "I'm confident I can secure this collaboration!"

Zhao Yansen's gaze fell on her bright, affectionate eyes: "Your confidence is as free as if it were free."

"..."

Song Xi looked away and gazed into the distance.

The sun, hanging high in the sky, shimmered like a sharp knife, ruthlessly severing the wisp of beautiful thoughts hidden deep beneath her trivial mind.

They became the most ordinary relationship in the world.

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When Song Xi arrived at the tee box, she put on white gloves and held the cue that the caddie had chosen for her. The coach stood by and gave her instructions.

Song Xi's outfit today is American sportswear style, with a green golf cap and her smooth hair tied in a high ponytail, the ends of which sway gently, giving her a very energetic and youthful look.

In the VIP lounge, Chi Wang sat casually in a chair, glanced at Song Xi's situation, and then turned to ask Zhou Ji'an:

"You knew your sister before?"

(End of this chapter)