Fatal Desire

Chapter 128 No matter how much restraint and rationality one possesses, it cannot overcome...

When Song Xi could no longer resist the allure of the man and her breathing became more rapid, Zhao Yansen tilted his head slightly, about to kiss her.

Song Xi dodged it.

Didn't you used to tell me to stay sober?

She looked at him calmly, her eyes resolute, and said, "Brother, I'm clear-headed now. Whether it was me when you arranged for me to go abroad back then, or me now, I only have one thought: you can get married if you want, and go wherever you want. I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Zhao Yansen frowned.

He disliked her acting impulsively the most, but now, her well-considered answer was like a venomous worm gnawing at his internal organs, causing a dense, dull pain.

“I was immature before and often caused you trouble, and I hate myself for that. But don’t worry, I won’t do it again,” Song Xi said. “You’re worried that people outside will hurt me and don’t want me to date, so I won’t. In short, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Her voice was exceptionally clear in the empty lounge, each word striking Zhao Yansen's heart like a sharp hammer.

She didn't believe him.

She will never trust him again.

After Song Xi finished speaking, she took two deep breaths and was about to get off the dressing table and leave when Zhao Yansen leaned in close without warning.

His breath hit her lips, hot, forceful, and blood-boiling.

“Ugh…” Song Xi’s body suddenly trembled.

Zhao Yansen placed his palm on her lower back and pressed her into his arms with unprecedented force, kissing her and irresistibly drawing in her sweetness until her limbs went weak.

Song Xi was forced to tilt her long neck back, yielding to his wanton plunder, passively entangled with him. Her breathing was disordered, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the man's shirt.

The mouth is filled with the other person's pleasant scent, and no matter how restrained or rational one is, it is no match for the dopamine desire secreted by the heartbeat.

In the silent space, the faint sounds of kissing were amplified infinitely, burning Song Xi's eyes until they turned red.

He kissed her forcefully, biting her soft lips and passionately drawing her into a deep kiss.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their hearts pounding wildly, making Song Xi dizzy and disoriented, as if she were sinking into a damp, dark swamp.

She never imagined that her calm and aloof sweetheart would one day kiss her so passionately in this public lounge, disregarding all decorum.

The night was deep outside, and the charity gala was drawing to a close. Guests in the hall stood up one after another. Countless people were passing by the lounge outside the door, and countless others were walking in. They were passionately kissing inside the door, while her throat uncontrollably let out suggestive moans.

Just as Song Xi was about to suffocate, Zhao Yansen withdrew his lips from hers. She lay on his chest, panting, her long eyelashes trembling, breathing in fresh air rapidly.

Zhao Yansen patted her back gently, comforting her again and again, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I can't agree to that this time."

Song Xi immediately came to her senses, struggled to push him away, jumped off the dressing table, and hurriedly left without looking back.

Zhao Yansen stood there, staring at her back. After she disappeared from sight, he turned around and looked in the mirror.

The mirror clearly reflected his current appearance: aloof, gloomy, and with a hint of dishevelment.

Song Xi is becoming more and more mature, but he is slowly becoming more and more out of control.

His current situation is, in itself, a failure.

*
Song Xi's scalp was still numb, her lips were red and hot, and her blood was boiling. She lowered her head and her steps were obviously hurried.

At the other end of the corridor, Xiao Kaizhi, with a military cap tucked into his arms, saw her come out of the lounge and called out, "Xi Bao!"

She kept walking, lost in her own chaotic thoughts, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.

"Xi Bao! Xiao Xi! Xi!" Song Xi turned around, recognized the person, quickly composed herself, and forced a gentle smile: "Brother Kai, what are you doing here?"

“If someone else asked, I would tell them I was on a mission nearby.” Xiao Kai’s rugged features were less solemn under the incandescent light. “If Xi Bao asks, I will tell you the truth, but don’t tell anyone else, especially your brother.”

Song Xi laughed, but almost couldn't manage a laugh.

Xiao Kaizhi flicked his military cap and lowered his voice, saying, "The old man told me to come back and cultivate my relationship with my fiancée."

Xiao Kaizhi is somewhat rigid and aloof outside, but he is quite warm towards his family.

Song Xi looked around. The charity gala was crowded and noisy; it was hard to imagine anyone would be having a date here with their marriage partner. She gave a look of sudden realization and made a gesture as if she were sewing her mouth shut.

“Hey, isn’t that your brother?” Xiao Kaizhi glanced around and saw Zhao Yansen, who had come out of the lounge where Song Xi had been earlier.

Without hesitation, Song Xi said goodbye: "Brother Kai, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

"Walk slowly," Xiao Kaizhi instructed her.

Song Xi turned and left. Zhao Yansen stood at the door of the lounge, helpless, watching her get further and further away from him once again.

**
On the other side of the world, in Paris, France.

The apartment in the 7th arrondissement near the Eiffel Tower is decorated in a blend of classic Haussmannian style and modern luxury.

The living room was piled high with exquisite gift boxes, ranging from Chaumet antique jewelry to custom haute couture from Rue Saint-Honoré, even the wrapping ropes gleamed with the cold light unique to money.

Luo Xiao said politely, "Miss Fu, this is a gift from Mr. Zhao to your daughter."

Fu Guanyue looked cautiously at the hostile-looking Chinese man and said, "No need. I have long since severed all ties with the Zhou family."

“Miss Fu, you misunderstand. We are not here for Mr. Zhou,” Luo Xiao said. “Mr. Zhao wants to ask you some questions about Miss Song Xi.”

Fu Guanyue replied coldly, "No comment."

Luo Xiao's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the tightly closed door and said, "The Zhou family must be very curious about the background of Miss Fu's child."

Fu Guanyue suddenly stood up and cursed, "Despicable!"

“We only want to know about Miss Song Xi,” Luo Xiao said. “The master will not harm Miss Song Xi, so Miss Fu can rest assured.”

Fu Guanyue sneered: "If you really didn't want to hurt her, you shouldn't have been here."

Luo Xiao was sent here on orders, and he couldn't possibly leave empty-handed. He remained polite and expressionless throughout.

After a moment of silence, Fu Guanyue closed her eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

"Everything that Miss Song Xi's psychologist, Virginia, doesn't know."

Fu Guanyue looked surprised, then, remembering something, smiled knowingly: "No wonder."

She went to the study, left briefly, and returned to the living room with a USB flash drive in her hand.

Luo Xiao reached out to take it, but Fu Guanyue suddenly withdrew her hand and took back the USB drive.

"I can give you the things, but I have one condition."

Luo Xiao looked at her.

"I need to speak with Mr. Zhao." Fu Guanyue gripped the USB drive in her hand, her eyes sharp and direct. "This request shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

(End of this chapter)