Fatal Desire

Chapter 21 I love her, I'm going crazy with love for her.
"She's gone," Song Xi said truthfully. "She's at a restaurant having dinner with friends."

She paused, then added, "Does Auntie still remember Qin Fanghao?"

"Your classmate who went into the entertainment industry?" Song Yunyu vaguely remembered him.

"Yes, it's her. Qin Fanghao is right next to me, so don't worry."

"Be careful out there and come back soon," Song Yun gently instructed her.

Song Xi obediently replied, "Okay."

After understanding the situation, Song Yunyu ended the call with peace of mind.

Inside the private room, Meng Weixian and Shang Shixu were drinking enthusiastically. Qin Fanghao leaned back in her chair, touching up her makeup with a small mirror in her hands. Seeing her reflection, she turned her head and asked with great interest:
"Did you run into Jiang Shangxue?"

Song Xi walked over, placed her phone on the table, and glanced at Meng Weixian out of the corner of her eye.

"Not only did I encounter Jiang Shangxue, but I also met Meng Boyu."

"They were together?" Upon hearing this, Qin Fanghao's fox-like eyes lit up, his gossip-loving soul burning brightly.

"Probably. They were together the whole time, almost inseparable." To avoid Meng Weixian hearing, Song Xi lowered her voice.

"Families like the Meng and Jiang families are basically bound by arranged marriages. I thought that Meng Weixian, this second-generation rich kid, wouldn't be restricted by the family and could choose his own marriage partner." Qin Fanghao closed the makeup mirror. "Who would have thought that it was precisely because he wasn't the heir that Jiang Shangxue broke up with him and married Meng Boyu."

Song Xi lowered his eyelashes, pondered for a moment, and calmly said, "The world is unpredictable."

"Jiang Shangxue and Meng Weixian dated for four or five years, a passionate and well-known relationship, but in the end, his girlfriend was going to marry his older brother." Qin Fanghao sighed, "Maybe this is fate; they were destined to be together but not to stay together."

Song Xi felt a strange bitterness creep into her taste buds: "Yes."

A loud 'bang!' suddenly rang out from the private room.

The ear-piercing sound of the bottle smashing to the ground caught Song Xi and Qin Fanghao off guard, and they looked in the direction of the sound.

Shang Shixu had drunk too much and lay on the table with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Meng Weixian held a wine glass in his hand, his eyes bloodshot, and continued to lament: "After meeting her, I often think, if only she weren't Jiang Shangxue."

His tone suddenly rose, "No! What I mean is, if only she were just Jiang Shangxue. I am just Meng Weixian, and she is just Jiang Shangxue, then there would be no worries."

Qin Fanghao was startled. She strode over, raised her high heel, and kicked Meng Weixian without hesitation, clearly disappointed in him.
"Life isn't just about love; there are many other things to carry and pursue. Are you going to drink heartbreak wine for the rest of your life?!"

"She told me to forget her." Meng Weixian, completely drunk, reached out and grabbed Qin Fanghao's arm, muttering to himself, "Sister Qin, I can't forget her! I love her, I'm going crazy with love for her!"

Qin Fanghao got goosebumps. She rubbed her arm and lightly patted Meng Weixian.

"Young Master Meng, let the lost love remain lost."

Song Xi poured herself a cup of tea and offered words of comfort: "These days, exes aren't worth much. Ex-husbands and ex-wives are everywhere, you can find them all over the place."

Unexpectedly, Meng Weixian understood another meaning and immediately perked up: "You mean Xue'er might divorce my older brother?"

Song Xi: "...It's hopeless, just throw it in the trash."

Qin Fanghao wholeheartedly agreed: "It cannot be recycled."

They drank several rounds of heartbreak drinks with Meng Weixian. Around 10 p.m., the bustling city was still lively and noisy. Shang Shixu gave Meng Weixian a ride, and the four of them left the restaurant.

Song Xi declined Shang Shixu's offer to take her home, hailed a taxi, and waved goodbye to them.

The capital city was covered in a blanket of snow in winter. The night wind slipped into the carriage through the window, and the chill seeped into her skin, causing Song Xi to shiver.

She rolled up the car window, and the neon lights outside rushed past like frames of vibrant, colorful photographs.

The image of Meng Weixian's half-dead state involuntarily surfaced in Song Xi's mind, and something suddenly seemed to have been overturned in her heart.

She turned her head, staring intently at the girl's face reflected in the clear car window. Vague and indistinct, neither bright nor dim.

A scene that is all too familiar.

Four years ago, she fled to an unfamiliar place on the last faint glow of winter's fireworks.

Like a kite with its string cut, Song Xi boarded a plane bound for the United States. The plane window clearly reflected her distraught profile, conveying a profound sense of desolation.

Her forehead was pressed against the plane wall, looking down at the ancient capital city with a thousand-year history below.

The capital city remains as prosperous and dazzling as ever, only she has declined.

She suppressed the intense throbbing pain in her heart and silently thought:

There's plenty of time later; we can start digging it out little by little now. One day, all they'll have left is family affection, and they'll return to the way things were.

That day was January 12th. She logged into her alternate account and edited a post that was only visible to herself.

Song Xi, it's just love, don't let it defeat you.

Song Xi was once so intelligent, yet so mad.

She spent her entire youth greedily yearning for Zhao Yansen.

Lacking any sense of propriety or fear, they recklessly charged ahead, impulsive and naive. In the end, they shattered their own hearts.

The light ahead turned red, so the driver stopped.

Song Xi pulled herself back to reality, closed her eyes, and composed herself.

Even though the temperature inside the car was just right and no cold air could get in, she felt as if the blood in her body had frozen for a moment.

Song Xi suddenly realized something, opened his eyes, leaned back in his seat, took out his phone, and opened the match-3 mini-game.

Time flies when you're playing games, and then another burst of colorful fireworks exploded on the screen, accompanied by a crisp 'Unbelievable' sound.

The car arrives at its destination.

Song Xi exited the phone interface, turned off the screen, put the phone in her bag, got out of the car, and went straight into the courtyard.

Having played games the whole way, she was very relaxed, walking at a leisurely pace through the lush garden.

A row of magnolia-shaped lanterns and the moonlight reflecting on the shimmering lake surface, along with the constant emergence of golden carp in the water circulation pool, create a unique and charming scene.

Song Xi smiled.

She walked into the brightly lit courtyard, saw something, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The living room was large and empty, with a magnificent French crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Under the light, the arrangement of each piece of furniture was particularly exquisite, and at this moment, a person was leaning against the sofa.

The man tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and crossed his long legs on the coffee table. His hands were loosely resting on his eyes, and the lamplight reflected on his handsome face, making him excessively eye-catching.

Tall and imposing, casual yet mysterious.

Why is he sleeping here instead of going back to his room?

Song Xi glanced at her watch; it was almost midnight. She lowered her hand, then looked up at the sofa in front of her, only to be suddenly met by a pair of deep, dark eyes.

Song Xi was startled: "Did I wake you up?"

(End of this chapter)