Fatal Desire

Chapter 13 Could this be the legendary sister complex?!

Zhou Ji'an said, "She came to me to ask for financing."

This can be seen as an admission that they knew Song Xi before.

Chi Wang suddenly realized: "Wow, you're my sister's client."

"No," Zhou Ji'an denied.

"Who says parents and children have to be family? They can also be investors and entrepreneurs," Chi Wang said emphatically. "Those who invest money get their money back, and those who invest feelings get their feelings back."

Zhao Yansen sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back in his chair. His demeanor was even more refined and aloof, exuding an air of arrogance and composure. His tone was flat: "Nobody wants an unfilial son like you."

Zhou Ji'an adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a flick of his finger, his eyes filled with a gentle, jade-like smile.

"You guys don't want to be the client? Well, my apologies, my brothers." Chi Wang said with a grin. "How strange! Why are you all acting like philanthropists today? What wonderful things are you all carrying?"

"Is your sister's company something she runs with her boyfriend?" Chi Wang asked again, "A husband-and-wife workshop?"

Zhou Ji'an posed the question to Zhao Yansen: "Is Morning Star owned by Song Xi and her boyfriend?"

"You don't mean I'll drive with you, do you?" Zhao Yansen asked indifferently, his expression unchanged.

Zhou Ji'an had eyes that looked at dogs with deep affection, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh: "This is incredible, Yan Sen is now even starting to suspect me."

Chi Wang looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding the meaning of their conversation.

Zhao Yansen's gaze seemed to casually sweep towards the tee box. Song Xi held the club and followed the coach's instructions to perform the swing. However, his wrist was stiff and he couldn't turn it when he swung. The ball flew out and rolled for a few seconds before stopping.

The male coach said something to her, then walked up behind her and took Song Xi's wrist.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yansen's dark eyes. Then, he stood up and strode towards the tee box.

Chi Wang sat casually in the chair, drinking milk through a straw, and asked curiously, "Where is Grandpa Sen going?"

“Look at his sister.” Zhou Ji’an was used to it.

"My God!" Chi Wang exclaimed dramatically, "Such strict control, is this what they call a siscon?!"

"Yansen is said to be Song Xi's older brother, but in reality, he has been both her father and mother. It has not been easy for him to raise her all these years."

When Zhou Ji'an recounted the past, he said that whenever Song Xi went out and hadn't returned home by 19 p.m., Zhao Yansen would personally go to pick her up.

It was during the month that Zhao Yansen was away at the military base that Song Xi received her first love letter.

Regarding Song Xi, Zhao Yansen has always been meticulous, down to the smallest detail, down to the last second.

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"Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, bend your knees and lean forward, shifting your weight to your heels. Maintain head and upper body stability, using your hips and waist as the power source. Ensure your arms and club are in a straight line for a more powerful shot."

The coach helped Song Xi adjust her hand gestures, and she was slowly finding the correct posture and strength.

However, at the moment of the swing, the coach suddenly let go. Song Xi was caught off guard, and the force was released from his wrist, causing his swing to veer off course instantly.

A small patch of land was removed, but the little white ball remained motionless in place.

The culprit, Zhao, even commented, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, "Playing around, trying to dig dirt to take home and dig it."

Song Xi tilted her head and saw Zhao Yansen leaning lazily to the side. She blinked her long, curled eyelashes in confusion.

Even though Zhao Yansen was just standing there lazily, the coach felt a strong sense of oppression, especially when the man's gaze slowly swept over Song Xi's wrist that he was holding. The sense of danger was exceptionally sharp, as if he had suddenly been choked.

The coach's hand, which had touched Song Xi, began to tremble. He smiled nervously and said, "Miss Song, I'll take my leave now." With that, he bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Adhering to the principle of 'being quick to learn and not ashamed to ask questions,' Song Xi opened her bright eyes and looked at Zhao Yansen with great enthusiasm:
"Bro, I'm interested in golf now. Can you teach me sometime?"

She remembered that her brother was very good at golf.

Golf is an elegant gentleman's sport, and it is one of the most frequently seen social activities in the business world.

As one of the founders of Morningside Biotech, she will definitely participate in similar social events in the future, so she might as well take this opportunity to practice her golf skills.

Zhao Yansen stood up straight, the bright sunlight shining on his tall and upright figure, slowly spreading over Song Xi like a shadow until it completely covered her body.

The man stood before her, leaning slightly forward. His thick eyelashes drooped slightly, unable to conceal the indifference in his dark eyes.

A lazy, nonchalant, and utterly indifferent tone.

"Do I look like a coach?"

"You can do it temporarily, right?" Song Xi's eyebrows curved slightly, her smile as pleasant as the sunshine after rain.

Zhao Yansen's dark pupils reflected her smiling face, unmoved.

Just as Song Xi thought he had coldly rejected her and lowered her eyelashes in frustration, Zhao Yansen strode over, reached out, and grabbed her wrist.

Long ago, Song Xi noticed that her brother's hand bones were much larger than hers, and he could easily hold her.

This remains true today.

The pulse beneath her skin beat against his warm, dry fingertips, as if capturing her heartbeat.

The two were positioned one in front of the other, which was a normal teaching posture and did not arouse any suspicion from those nearby.

The golf club is closed to the public today. The vast and deserted course is only open to a few distinguished guests, and everyone is on high alert, afraid of neglecting their guests.

Zhao Yansen stood behind Song Xi, his broad frame obscuring her slender figure. At such close range, he could clearly see her long, delicate eyelashes with just a slight glance down, like exquisite little fans.

Zhao Yansen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his dark eyes unfathomable. He calmly instructed Song Xi, his fingertips pressing against her wrist, a touch of burning heat lingering on her fair skin.

"Keep your upper body stable when putting and chipping."

His voice, which fell lazily in her ear, was a little deeper than usual: "Relax your hand, you're holding it too tightly."

He was correcting her movements, teaching her how to grip and swing the club. His tall, muscular body completely enveloped her, with his hands on either side of her, giving her room to move.

The unique scent and cool fragrance of Zhao Yansen were right next to her, and his breath filled her ear.

Song Xi shifted her gaze from the golf club in her hand and looked upwards, where she saw the man's strong and powerful arm muscles, exuding a mature and terrifying sense of strength.

The cool, pleasant scent emanating from him was, to her, the carefree dawn and bright sun during the day, but at night it became a seductive sin.

Noticing that Song Xi's eyelids were slowly sliding down, as if she was daydreaming and her mind was wandering off somewhere.

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly, followed by a barely perceptible chuckle.

He glanced at the safety buckle necklace around her neck, his voice low and languid, tinged with a hint of coldness: "What are you thinking about?"

(End of this chapter)