Fatal Desire

Chapter 20 I miss you so much

Unable to speak, Song Xi wrapped her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, tilting her head back to kiss him.

He turned his head away, preventing her from succeeding.

Zhao Yansen looked down at her, his lips almost touching hers, but he didn't kiss her. His long, thick eyelashes brushed lightly and ticklishly against her face, and his voice was low and husky: "Say something nice to me."

Song Xi's peach blossom eyes were full of affection, with a blush of rouge at the corners: "Was what I said just now not good?"

“Say one more thing,” Zhao Yansen said.

Song Xi buried her blushing face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled him affectionately, saying, "I missed you so much."

He chuckled softly, the sound like waves of electricity rippling outwards, eventually being drowned out by a seductive and ambiguous tone.

The soft shells of shellfish are no match for the strength of a human's strong fingers.

He was a highly skilled musician, and she was a string of emotion, vibratoing in the melody.

In the mysterious lake in the courtyard outside, fish leaped and jumped, stirring up the still waters and creating ripples that captivated her until a powerful wave swept over her.

……

Amidst the wind and snow, snowflakes fell like feathers onto the car. Song Xi sat in the passenger seat, her pupils unfocused as she stared at the rearview mirror.

The large hand that made her tremble in her memory gradually approached in the rearview mirror.

The next second, as the two cars were traveling side-by-side on the same horizontal line, the Cullinan brushed past the Cayenne she was in and sped away without slowing down.

Song Xi snapped out of her daze and blinked.

Those untold taboo stories are like haunting ghosts in the coordinates of time and space.

It casts a long, gray shadow, its appearance both dim and obscure, yet it is as lifelike as a fossil.

Shang Shixu saw the license plate of the car in front of him through the windshield and didn't think anything of it.

The members of the golf club were mostly powerful and wealthy people, so it was not surprising that a car with a Beijing license plate (京A) drove out of it, but a license plate with four consecutive sevens... He couldn't help but glance at Song Xi.

Song Xi was looking down, intently browsing through the files, when she noticed Shang Shixu's gaze. Without looking up, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Shang Shixu turned his gaze back to the front, but the Cullinan had vanished.

"Meng Weixian sent me the restaurant's location," he asked. "It's a Cantonese restaurant, want to go?"

Last time Meng Weixian was heartbroken and complaining, Song Xi was too busy with work to go. This time, she happened to be available, so she nodded.

"Go over and have a look."

The restaurant is located on the 39th floor of a hotel on the North Third Ring Road, and it has two Michelin stars. Shang Shixu drove directly into the hotel's underground parking garage, and after parking, he and Song Xi took the elevator to the restaurant.

The waiter asked them if they had a reservation. Shang Shixu mentioned Meng Weixian's name, and the waiter immediately greeted them with a smile and led them to a private room.

The private room was elegant, with dim lighting that gave it a sophisticated feel. The overall decor was black, gold, and phoenix-themed. In the large room, only Meng Weixian was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

He choked on his drink: "Song Xi...you've arrived."

Song Xi sat down at the dining table, glanced at the empty wine bottle in front of Meng Weixian, and frowned, asking, "How many days have you been drinking?"

Shang Shixu said, "He has never been sober since the marriage was finalized."

Song Xi understood.

Once you come to your senses, you have to accept that your girlfriend of many years is going to marry your own brother and become your sister-in-law. It's hard to accept no matter how you look at it.

"Come on, let's order," Meng Weixian said generously. "It's my treat today, so please eat as much as you like, don't be shy!"

Song Xi asked, "Is this a good idea?"

"Qin Fang is busy filming an advertisement, he won't be here for at least half an hour." Meng Weixian wasn't completely drunk. Song Xi and Shang Shixu ordered first, and the restaurant served the food quite efficiently. The head chef pushed in a cart, bringing dishes like double-fresh almond and olive filling, stir-fried Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Peking duck with caviar, and deep-fried stuffed crab shells to the table. After offering a few words of encouragement, he pushed the cart away again.

Qin Fanghao arrived at that moment, holding her phone in one hand while talking to her agent, and pushed the door open with the other.

"Is that movie supposed to be an art film? Not only do they dress the female characters provocatively, but they also film from below. If you didn't know it was a movie, you'd think it was a pornographic film. Anyway, whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going!"

"Alright, Sister Ling, don't try to persuade me anymore. I'd rather play a beggar than this."

After Qin Fanghao finished speaking, he hung up the phone cleanly and decisively.

Meng Weixian paused in his drinking, "Sister Qin, why are you only arriving now?"

"Don't even mention it." Qin Fanghao sat down next to Song Xi. "It makes me so angry just thinking about it. The brand didn't have a unified shooting plan, and they made me shoot a two-minute commercial for two hours!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Weixian slammed his fist on the table and stood up immediately: "Which brand dares to treat our Sister Qin like this?!"

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Song Xi calmly said, "Let's stop acting crazy later and fill our stomachs first."

"Eating is the most important thing." Shang Shixu reached out and pulled Meng Weixian back into her chair. "Don't cause trouble."

Meng Weixian's eyes were somewhat clear, not like he was drunk. He turned his head to look at Shang Shixu and asked in a low voice, "Is she your great-grandmother? Why do you listen to her so much?"

Knowing that the other party was Song Xi, Shang Shixu laughed and said, "My great-grandmother is not that young and beautiful."

"You even said you don't like her." Meng Weixian's eyes lit up instantly. "You praised her for being young and beautiful, so you must like her!"

"To be honest, if you grab anyone at random, they'll all think Song Xi is young and beautiful."

Whispering too much can easily lead to leaks, so Shang Shixu frowned to stop Meng Weixian's speculation, "Drink your heartbreak drink and stop talking nonsense."

There was a knock on the door of the private room, and then a waiter pushed in a food cart and brought two dishes to the table: stewed sea cucumber with fresh matsutake mushrooms and vegetable hearts, and lobster with vegetables in broth.

Song Xi slowly sipped the warm soup and asked Qin Fanghao, "How did the advertisement go in the end?"

“It’s solved,” Qin Fanghao said. “I found the culprit on the spot, gave him a good scolding, and then he decided to use the first version of the plan.”

Meng Weixian leaned closer: "What did they say?"

"Do not speak while eating or sleeping. Eat first, and then chat after you are full."

To achieve the best on-screen appearance, Qin Fanghao hadn't eaten all day and was starving, so she didn't have time to pay attention to Meng Weixian.

Meng Weixian shifted her focus and asked Song Xi, "My brother got married, when is your brother getting married?"

Countless families in the circle form alliances through marriage to consolidate and expand their power. The Jiang family originally had their sights set on the Zhao family, but unfortunately, the Zhao family had no interest. Those in power decide everything; if the Zhao family disagreed, the Jiang family couldn't do anything about it.

Upon hearing Zhao Yansen's name, Song Xi paused for a moment and asked, "Why are you asking about this?"

Qin Fanghao answered for Meng Weixian: "He wants to marry your brother."

“No way, my brother likes girls.” Song Xi refused seriously. “But if you go to Thailand and come back disguised, there might still be a glimmer of hope.”

As the alcohol took effect, Meng Weixian touched his face and started acting crazy again: "Xue'er said my eyelashes are very long. Do you think she would accept them if I plucked them for her?"

The three people present ignored him, ate their meals elegantly, and chatted occasionally.

When close friends meet, they always spend a long time together. Song Xi got up from the table and went to a quiet place to call Song Yunyu.

After a ring, the call was answered.

The receiver picked up Song Yunyu's voice: "Xi Xi."

"Auntie, I'll be home a little late today. You guys have dinner first, don't wait for me."

Song Yunyu nodded, asking with great concern, "Still at the club?"

(End of this chapter)