Fatal Desire

Chapter 28 Her Own Starry Sky

baffling.

She's seen his body before, why make such a fuss?

Song Xi pulled off the shirt covering her head, her hair was a little messy, and stray hairs fell down beside her ears. She looked blankly at the man opposite her who had exposed his strong and muscular upper body.

Before she could speak, Zhao Yansen had already turned and gone into the room.

On the spacious balcony, a half-extinguished cigarette burns in a potted plant. A gentle breeze blows, and a tiny crimson flame instantly shatters the tranquil night.

Song Xi glanced down at the clothes in her hand, then looked up at the opposite side and raised her voice, calling out, "Brother, your clothes."

no respond.

"What if I lose it?"

There was still no reply.

Song Xi pouted.

Never mind. I'll give it to the maid tomorrow.

She turned and went back into the room, placed the shirt on the vintage bench at the foot of the bed, sat at the desk, browsed the web for a while, replied to a few emails, and then went to wash up.

It was getting late, so she went to bed, turned off the light, and prepared to sleep.

After lying there for half an hour, Song Xi still couldn't fall asleep. She opened her eyes, looked at the beautiful ceiling, and suddenly remembered something. She propped herself up, grabbed the remote control, and pressed a button.

A moment.

The dark room was now dotted with lights, like fireflies, yet with a deeper and more mysterious feel.

Song Xi lay back on the bed, looked at the view on the ceiling, and smiled broadly.

"I never expected that it would still be intact after all these years."

The dome depicts not a painting, but a vast and boundless starry sky.

All the lights in the bedroom went out, and the stars lit up one by one, making one feel as if they were under a starry sky, with the stars in the Milky Way twinkling and dazzling, a truly delightful sight.

Song Xi looked up at the starry sky above her head, her gaze shifting to two stars that were brighter than the others.

These two stars, and indeed the entire starry sky, were a gift from Zhao Yansen to her.

This includes the right to name stars.

That hidden, unknown memory is like a rotting, moldy vine buried in a swamp, gradually disappearing into the river of time with each sunrise and sunset.

At this moment, however, the stars, following the trajectory of the universe, returned to her mind.

Spring came late that year; the temperature in the capital didn't start to rise until the end of April.

The school bell rang, and Song Xi and Qin Fanghao walked out of the school together.

Old Liao, who was waiting at the school gate, accurately spotted Song Xi from the huge crowd of people in school uniforms and walked towards her.

Song Xi said goodbye to Qin Fanghao, got into the car, put her schoolbag on the seat next to her, and heard Lao Liao answer a phone call.

Although his voice wasn't loud and his words were brief, Song Xi keenly caught a certain form of address.

She leaned forward, gripping the driver's seat with both hands, and asked, "Uncle Liao, is he my brother?"

"Yes," Lao Liao said.

"What did he say?" Song Xi asked again.

Old Liao paused for two seconds, seemingly considering whether to tell her, but finally said, "I'll take you directly to him."

"Oh."

Old Liao started the car, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that the young lady loved to laugh, her smile even brighter and more radiant than a clear, sunny day.

He looked away and focused on driving.

Zhou Ji'an held a birthday banquet at his private villa. Most of the guests were wealthy young men and women of similar age, while the rest were female companions brought by the young men.

As the car pulled into the villa, Song Xi peered curiously out the window. Her eyes lit up when she saw something. A beautiful, long-haired woman with red lips and fair skin stepped out of a Porsche, carrying a limited-edition Hermes handbag. She was a stunningly beautiful and famous actress!

Qin Fanghao showed Song Xi some celebrity merchandise today, but she didn't notice the celebrity's name.

The other guests' luxury cars stopped at the main gate, but Lao Liao drove his car directly into the back garden of the villa's main building.

Song Xi got off the bus with her schoolbag on her back. Her bright eyes swept across the sky for a moment, and then a savage force suddenly came from behind her and lifted her schoolbag up.

Then a lazy voice sounded above her head.

"Princess Sisi, what wicked idea are you plotting now?"

Song Xi turned her head and saw Leng Jun's handsome face. She immediately smiled and said, "Brother, I've been looking for you."

Zhao Yansen played with the strap of her schoolbag with great interest using his long fingers, then let go, put his hands in his pockets, and gestured for her to follow him.

"Here I am!" Song Xi exclaimed excitedly.

He thought she was too young, just a child, so he didn't let her attend the young master's birthday party. Instead, he took her straight to the study on the second floor, ordered the waiter to bring her her favorite fruit and Hong Kong-style dim sum, and personally brewed her a cup of tea.

They had only spent half an hour together when someone came looking for Zhao Yansen. He reached out and patted her head, saying, "Do your homework here, don't wander off. I'll come pick you up and take you home."

“Okay.” Song Xi nodded obediently.

In the spacious study, Song Xi sat on the sofa, picked up a celadon teacup, and took a sip of the new batch of Biluochun tea.

She looked around and felt that the study was quite ordinary; the antique calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls were not as expensive or rare as those in the Zhao family's house.

Song Xi had completed most of her schoolwork at school, but she hadn't done her homework outside of school. She was eating while studying in her study.

After a long while, she put away her homework and listlessly scrolled through her phone for a bit.

There was a rustling sound coming from outside.

Song Xi got up, walked to the door of the study, opened a crack, and peered out.

Two young men with black hair were playing with a young man with light brown hair, who looked like he was of mixed race.

Suddenly, the two young men grabbed the mixed-race child and threw him to the ground. The child sat on the ground, laughing and cursing, while the young men clapped their hands and then left, laughing loudly.

Song Xi was amazed.

Their jokes are a bit too casual.

The mixed-race man plopped down on the carpet, looking dazed and with glazed eyes. After resting for a while, a waiter approached and asked, "Young Master Chi."

The distance was too great for Song Xi to hear clearly. The mixed-race child, as if sensing something, suddenly looked over.

She was startled and quickly pulled her head back.

Song Xi returned to the sofa and casually picked up a copy of Maupassant's "Moonlight Sonata" to read. There was a sentence in the book that she read twice.

"What we love is often not a person, but love itself. That night, the moonlight was your true lover."

As I pondered, I caught a glimpse of the only cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray—left by my brother.

Song Xi picked up the cigarette butt as if possessed, examined it for a few seconds, and found nothing unusual. She then carefully wrapped the cigarette butt in a handkerchief.

As the birthday party drew to a close, Zhao Yansen came to pick her up to go home. Song Xi quickly packed her things and followed behind him.

As the two left the study, they unexpectedly bumped into Zhou Ji'an, the birthday celebrant.

Zhou Ji'an looked at the young girl in her youthful school uniform, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Yansen was too lazy to explain.

When she met Zhou Ji'an's gaze, Song Xi smiled obediently at him.

Zhou Ji'an: "?"

Where did this schoolgirl come from?

(End of this chapter)