Fatal Desire

Chapter 26 He is the most indulgent person in the world for her

As always, Song Yunyu was gentle and elegant, and said with a smile, "It's just a minor problem, there's no need to make a fuss about it."

"You're sick, it's no small matter." Song Xi's nose tingled, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness. "Did I keep Auntie waiting? Is Auntie angry with me? I should be punished..."

"You have such a short temper," Song Yunyu said, holding Song Xi's hand. "Look how cold your hands are. You're already at the age to get married, and you still don't know how to take care of yourself. What are we going to do?"

"I don't want to get married, I want to stay by my aunt's side forever." Song Xi hugged Song Yunyu tightly.

Seeing this, Zhang Ma smiled and said, "Miss looks like a blessed and long-lived girl, so Madam doesn't need to worry too much."

Song Yunyu was deeply moved, feeling a pang of emotion as she gently patted her niece's shoulder, as her niece hadn't been this close to her in a long time.

"If you manage a company with this childish attitude, you'll suffer the consequences."

“My aunt isn’t just anyone,” Song Xi said. “It would be so tiring to have to put on airs at home.”

Song Yunyu and Zhang Ma were amused by her.

No matter how much she grows up, how mature and rational she becomes, deep down she is still that obedient girl who is close to her family.

Zhao Yansen sat on the sofa, listening to the aunt and nephew talk while slowly flipping through the medical records.

Aunt Zhang worked quickly and efficiently, pouring him a glass of warm water.

"Frowning is so unsightly." Song Yunyu examined Song Xi's face, gently stroking her furrowed brows with her fingertips.

Upon hearing this, Song Xi smiled sweetly: "No matter how ugly I am, I'm still your niece."

Infected by her smile, Song Yunyu smiled back, "In my aunt's eyes, no one is more beautiful than you."

Finally, she asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Song Xi wouldn't lie to her aunt, so she honestly replied, "No."

Then she spoke, her tone a little aggrieved, "Is my aunt annoyed with me and in a hurry to send me away?"

"You little rascal." Song Yunyu tapped Song Xi's head. "If I ask you one question, you can give me ten answers in return."

"Miss's eyes are big and bright, always sparkling with life, so endearing." Zhang Ma cut the fresh, vibrant flowers and put them in a vase, then looked at them and said with a smile, "There are so many suitors for Miss that they could stretch from one end of the Great Wall to the other, so Madam doesn't need to worry."

“Aunt Zhang is right,” Song Xi said to Song Yunyu. “Aunt, you should take good care of yourself and stop worrying about me.”

"Never mind." Song Yunyu brought up other matters, "Take a few days in early spring and go visit your maternal grandfather and the others with your brother."

"it is good."

Since her aunt had spoken, Song Xi had no choice but to obey.

Song Yunyu looked at the dignified and composed man on the sofa and said, "Yansen, when would be a convenient time for you to talk to Xixi and ask her to accommodate your schedule?"

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Song Xi, who was looking down at the back of her hand where Song Yunyu had pricked her with needles.

He nodded slightly, looking completely at ease.

Just then, the door to the ward opened, and a figure as steady as a mountain walked in.

Song Yunyu looked at the newcomer, her eyes filled with tender affection: "Zong Ting."

Song Xi paused, turned her head and saw Zhao Zongting wearing a jacket. She immediately stood up and bowed her head politely, saying, "Uncle."

Zhao Zongting glanced at Zhao Yansen on the sofa, smiled slightly at Song Xi, and said, "Xi'er."

Zhao Zongting's gaze briefly fell on Song Xi, but she felt as if a thousand pounds were weighing down on her light gaze, making her feel burning hot and her blood rush to her head, making her feel unbearably overwhelmed.

Class is inviolable; there is a chasm of power and status separating different classes.

Despite his high position, Zhao Zongting always maintained a gentle and calm demeanor, never revealing his emotions. One could not discern anything about him from the outside.

Song Xi stood quietly to the side, secretly glancing at Zhao Yansen out of the corner of her eye.

Zhao Yansen put down the medical record, slowly got up, and turned his gaze to Zhao Zongting. He slightly lowered his gaze when facing his father's deep eyes.

Zhao Zongting nodded.

The father and son bear a striking resemblance, but their relationship... Song Xi never quite figured out whether it was good or bad. Zhao Zongting's current achievements and status are inseparable from the support of Zhao Yansen's mother's family; the Xiao family possesses a powerful military background.

The son will resent that his father remarried less than three years after his mother's death.
Song Xi was unaware of this, because Zhao Yansen had treated her and her aunt fairly well.

...It's not just about being friendly.

He was the most indulgent person in the world towards her.

Thinking of this, Song Xi took a deep breath, but the air that entered her lungs was bitter and astringent.

With her head down, a pair of straight, slender legs suddenly came into view.

Song Xi looked up and slowly blinked her eyelashes.

Zhao Yansen reached out and grabbed her wrist without hesitation, his tone casual.

"go home."

"Where is Auntie?"

Song Xi turned around and found Zhao Zongting sitting by the hospital bed, talking to Song Yunyu. The couple, married for more than ten years, still had a sweetness that went beyond mere politeness.

With their backs to Song Xi and Zhao Yansen, Song Yunyu was focused on Zhao Zongting and naturally didn't see Song Xi and Zhao Yansen's hands clasped together.

Since Song Xi said she was moving that night, Zhao Yansen has not returned to the courtyard house.

On the contrary, Lao Liao would pick her up from get off work without fail.

However, Zhao Yansen would occasionally come home for dinner. When they met at the table, Song Xi would politely and obediently call him "Brother," but he would not react much and would leave after finishing his meal.

A burly guard stood at the door. As Song Xi stepped out of the ward, she belatedly pulled her hand away from Zhao Yansen's.

Are you going home today?

Zhao Yansen glanced at her lazily: "No way?"

As the two walked down the hospital corridor, after confirming that Song Yunyu was alright, Song Xi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, returned to normal, and she nodded: "Okay."

After a few seconds of silence, she asked again, "Brother, was the illness that Aunt had three years ago very serious?"

“It’s not serious,” Zhao Yansen said.

Song Xi looked up at him: "Really?"

Zhao Yansen looked into her bright, peach-blossom eyes and said coldly, "If you don't believe me, then don't ask."

"Then I won't ask."

As Song Xi turned the corner of the corridor, a small creature suddenly ran over and wrapped its lotus-root-like arms around her legs.

Song Xi looked down to investigate and found that it was a little girl wearing a hospital gown, with a delicate and pretty face, just like a porcelain doll.

Zhao Yansen wanted to lift the little girl up so she wouldn't hang on Song Xi's lap, but Song Xi squatted down first and patted the little girl's head.

"Whose child is this? They're so cute."

The little girl remained silent, her large, dark eyes fixed on Song Xi with curiosity.

There was a safety hazard if the child ran around, and Song Xi was wondering whether to take her to the nurses' station when a kind-looking man in his forties or fifties walked towards them.

Without saying a word, the man bent down to pick up the little girl, but Song Xi warily pulled the little girl behind her.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then greeted Zhao Yansen with a respectful smile: "Mr. Zhao."

Mr. Zhao?
Do they know each other?

Song Xi looked at Zhao Yansen with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Yansen glared at her: "What are you doing? Her biological father is here. Are you trying to take the child away?"

(End of this chapter)