Fatal Desire

Chapter 138 Embracing Him with Longing

Song Xi: "Auntie, is something wrong at home?"

"Nothing's wrong at home," Song Yunyu's voice came through the receiver. "Do you still remember Gu Beixiao?"

Song Xi pondered for a few seconds: "I remember one thing, he seems to have been sent to Jiangcheng."

“I recently returned to Beijing,” Song Yunyu said.

Aunt wouldn't mention Gu Beixiao without a reason, Song Xi waited for the next words.

Song Yunyu continued, "We met at the teahouse yesterday, and he asked me which tailor made the cheongsam I was wearing, the one you gave me. How would I know who made it? So I gave him your business card."

"Oh, I see." Song Xi understood, opened WeChat, and sure enough, there was a new friend request. "He added me on WeChat, I'll talk to him about it."

Song Yunyu chatted with her niece for a few more minutes, then told her to take care of herself before ending the call.

Through Gu Beixiao's friend, Song Xi edited the information about Master Zhai from Xiping Alley, and then added:
"Master Zhai used to make clothes in Jiangnan, but he moved to Beijing in recent years. He can make both cheongsams and Zhongshan suits."

Gu Beixiao was sent to work at the grassroots level and would only return to Beijing on major holidays. Song Xi had only seen him a few times.

Their first meeting was during the Spring Festival. Zhao Yansen had arranged to meet with the Gu family to discuss business. She was ice skating on the frozen lake in the courtyard and almost bumped into him.

The second time was during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Her silk scarf was blown onto a tree branch by the wind, and he happened to pass by and helped her take it down.

This guy is quite interesting. He's not very old, but he always wears a jacket and carries a thermos.

Upon thinking of this, Song Xi smiled.

Zhao Yansen crossed his arms, leaned lazily against the door frame, and watched her genuine smile intently.

He has always been good at controlling his desires and knows where the limit is, but he always loses control to some extent when he is with her.

Song Xi put down her phone, noticed Zhao Yansen's figure, and her smile faded slightly: "Brother, I'm going to Paris to see Sister Guan Yue. If you're busy in China, don't wait for me."

Zhao Yansen straightened up and strode towards her: "No rush, I'll accompany you to Paris."

"really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Song Xi jumped up excitedly, but the movement was so vigorous that it aggravated her sore waist, and she fell into his arms.

Zhao Yansen caught her steadily and chuckled indulgently, "Be careful."

"If I weren't careful, I wouldn't be careful just because you told me to," Song Xi muttered in a low voice.

Song Xi always had her own set of reasons, and she was always self-righteous, whether they were right or wrong.

Zhao Yansen put his arm around her waist and easily lifted her onto the desk.

Song Xi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward slightly, and embraced him tenderly.

*
After spending three days in New York, on the fourth day, the private jet landed directly at Le Bourget Airport in Paris.

After thinking for a while, Song Xi decided it would be better for her to see Fu Guanyue. She was too familiar with Zhao Yansen and Zhou Ji'an to meet her friend's ex-wife.

She explained her concerns to Zhao Yansen, and he didn't object, nodding in agreement.

Since returning to China, Song Xi had not seen Fu Guanyue again. When she brought gifts to Fu Guanyue's door, Fu Guanyue laughed and scolded her, saying that they were already so familiar with each other, yet she still brought gifts.

"What about Minghui?" Song Xi asked. Minghui was the name of Fu Guanyue's daughter.

"She just fell asleep," Fu Guanyue said.

Song Xi sat on the living room sofa, exchanged pleasantries with Fu Guanyue, and then briefly explained her relationship with Zhao Yansen.

Fu Guanyue was taken aback; she hadn't expected her to agree.
"Have you made up your mind?" "Yes." Song Xi nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, "I believe in him as a person, and I believe in his love as a family member, but... I still have reservations about romantic feelings."

Song Xi spent more than four years making up her mind to give up on Zhao Yansen, but only spent one night considering accepting him back.

This is enough to prove how deep her feelings for him were.

But there's no proof that she trusted him enough.

"The reason I agreed is because..."

Song Xi paused for a moment, then said, "In this unpredictable world, I want to hold onto him."

Fu Guanyue understood her: "Zhou Ji'an and I were once an enviable couple. We got together because of love and held a wedding of the century. Everyone praised it as a match made in heaven. After the decline of the Fu family, the Zhou family tore off their disguise and suppressed me from all sides. Although my time in the Zhou family was not good, I have never regretted my past."

Song Xi held the water glass and looked up at her: "Zhou Ji'an's legs have almost recovered."

“Whether it recovers or not, it’s all the same.” Fu Guanyue smiled bitterly. “To the Zhou family, Zhou Yilin is the real Mrs. Zhou, but because of her status, she can’t make it public.”

Song Xi remained silent.

Zhou Ji'an likes Fu Guanyue, but he will still disregard Fu Guanyue for the sake of his adopted sister Zhou Yilin.

They loved each other, but were not suited to be together.

The news that Zhou Ji'an was in a car accident while chasing after his ex-wife was known to everyone in the industry. After his leg recovered, he only intensified his search for his ex-wife's whereabouts.

Song Xi did not interfere with Fu Guanyue's decision, but only reminded her.

Fu Minghui's childish voice came from the room: "Mommy? Mommy?"

"You rest for a while, I'm going to see my goddaughter." Song Xi put down her water glass, got up and went into the little girl's room.

Occasionally, her soft voice, as if coaxing a child, would reach her ears. After a moment's hesitation, Fu Guanyue finally went to the balcony to call Zhao Yansen.

After the call connected, Fu Guanyue stated her purpose directly: "Mr. Zhao, may I trouble you for a few minutes? I'd like to talk to you about Song Xi."

“Her condition has not yet fully recovered, and she still has a stress response. We hope to avoid mentioning the past to her as much as possible, as she has a stress response to the past and is prone to emotional agitation. Moreover, the calmer she appears on the surface, the more serious her condition is.”

Fu Guanyue hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Her biggest problem stems from you. In the second year after she went abroad, she would lose control of her emotions and completely break down even upon hearing your name. Although she is calmer now, the root of the problem hasn't been eliminated; she's still a ticking time bomb. I hope you'll be mindful of how you interact with her."

Song Xi was raised by Zhao Yansen.

Her personality, her love, and her understanding of the world almost all originated from Zhao Yansen.

Zhao Yansen's influence on Song Xi was so profound that it resembled a geological event, creating a fault line in the depths of her soul that could never be healed.

If Song Xi can get what he wants, that would be wonderful.

But if that's not possible, then Fu Guanyue hopes that Zhao Yansen will stop hurting Song Xi.

She had finally managed to let go, and couldn't withstand any more turmoil.

Song Xi whiled away the hours at Fu Guanyue's place until the sun began to set. When she was about to leave, her goddaughter clung to her clothes and wouldn't let go. It took a long time to coax her before she finally let go.

As dusk settled on the street, a black sedan honked its horn twice. She turned around, and through the lowered window, Zhao Yansen's impeccable profile was revealed.

"Brother." Song Xi bent down closer, her hair brushing against her cheek and falling down. "Why is it you?"

Zhao Yansen took off his sunglasses and casually tossed them onto the passenger seat. He lazily rested one hand on the window sill, his finger bones gleaming with a translucent, cold jade color in the setting sun.

"I've come to pick up the princess." He tapped the steering wheel with his finger, his Beijing accent languid. "Would you do me the honor?"

(End of this chapter)