Fatal Desire

Chapter 29 Everyone has to grow up eventually.
"Hello, my name is Song Xi. You must be Ji'an, a friend of my brother's from the Zhou family." Song Xi spoke with practiced ease.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ji'an glanced at Zhao Yansen and smiled at Song Xi, saying, "Hello."

Before Song Xi could exchange pleasantries with Zhou Ji'an, Zhao Yansen hooked her backpack strap and pulled her away.

"Nonsense about manners."

“I’m happy to do it.” Song Xi shook her head. “It’s none of my business.”

It's just a witty remark.

Zhao Yansen smiled lazily and let out a soft laugh.

Old Liao drove them home, and Song Xi, preoccupied with the cigarette butt wrapped in a handkerchief, couldn't wait to run back to her room as soon as she got out of the car.

She took out her handkerchief and carefully unfolded it.

Fortunately, the cigarette butt was not damaged.

Zhao Yansen's cigarettes are all custom-made, with a faint minty fragrance that is not unpleasant.

After studying it for a while, Song Xi walked to the French windows on the balcony, squatted down, and used a pen to dig into the soil in the potted plant until he dug a hole.

She stuffed the cigarette butt inside, then took out a candy and put it in as well. Then, she filled the hole with soil, burying the cigarette and candy in the ground.

Just after the burial was completed, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Song Xi ignored the dirt that had accidentally gotten on her fingers, hastily wiped it off with a handkerchief, and went to open the door.

Upon recognizing who it was, her face lit up with joy: "Brother."

Zhao Yansen was tall, and standing in the doorway, he almost blocked her entire view. He looked down at her, his eyes deep and dark, seemingly serious.

Song Xi immediately felt guilty, upon hearing his instruction: "Raise your head and open your mouth."

She subconsciously complied.

The next second, Zhao Yansen held her chin still, his handsome face suddenly close, his sharp gaze probing her mouth.

Song Xi was caught off guard by his sudden action. Staring at her brother's face so close to his, her heart pounded like a drum.

"You've been smoking?"

His voice, deep and cold yet with a hint of warmth, accompanied by a scorching breath, swept over me.

Song Xi paused for a few seconds, then denied it: "No."

She understood and explained, "I didn't take your cigarettes to smoke; I just wanted to use them as seeds."

"seed?"

"Mmm." Song Xi raised her hand, which was slightly covered in dirt, and said in a childlike and innocent way, "The internet says that if you bury cigarette butts and candy together, you might grow a star."

Zhao Yansen looked down at her.

“Don’t people turn into stars after they die? If you want to see your deceased parents, just look up at the sky,” Song Xi said. “But there aren’t stars in the sky every moment, and those stars might be other people’s parents, so I want to plant two unique stars for myself.”

My brother is capable of anything; he might even be able to grow stars. But I can't bury him, so I can only use a cigarette butt instead.

Her ideas are always novel and unexpected.

Song Xi doesn't crave others' understanding or support; he just wants them not to oppose him.

Unexpectedly, within two days, Zhao Yansen presented her with an extremely special gift—a vast and dazzling starry sky dome.

The two stars that are brighter than the others are real stars, and she has the right to name them whatever she wants.

You could also use her parents' names.

On the day she received the starry sky gift, Song Xi's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the stars on the ceiling for a long time before excitedly turning to look for Zhao Yansen.

He leaned lazily against the desk, his well-defined knuckles casually toying with his pocket watch. When he saw her looking over, he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

They smiled at each other, her heart pounding wildly. This moment was captured by the starry sky and frozen in time for the revival of all things.

The cigarette butts and candies planted in the pot melted, the liquid hot, sticky, and slowly overflowing.

Half bitter, half sweet. In the height of summer, the sweltering passion broke free of its constraints, transforming into butterflies that surged toward him.

In Zhao Yansen's eyes, she was probably the most well-behaved and kind-hearted girl in the world.

He helped her realize all her wildest ideas.

Not one is left out.

If that absurd thing hadn't happened, they would probably still regard each other as their most precious family members, just like before.

Song Xi suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. Her heart felt like a lemon riddled with holes, and even breathing was difficult and sour.

She took a few deep breaths and comforted herself: it's not so bad now, at least he still acknowledges her.

Song Xi buried her face in Zhao Yansen's expensive shirt, smelling the pleasant sandalwood scent, and couldn't help but recall the beautiful scene she had seen on the balcony.

He has a handsome face with a cold and aloof demeanor, yet he possesses a muscular and alluring physique.

It's absolutely disturbing!
Song Yunyu was not at home. The next morning, Song Xi went to the restaurant to have breakfast with Zhao Chengyou.

She had just sat down at the table when Zhao Yansen arrived a few seconds later and casually sat down opposite her.

Song Xi suppressed her discomfort and ate in silence.

He probably thinks she's shameless. After such a tense argument, she can still come back as if nothing happened and live and eat with him.

"Big brother, Sister Xi, I've finished eating. I'm going to school now," Zhao Chengyou said politely as he got up from his chair.

Song Xi snapped out of her daze: "Okay, sure."

She automatically blocked out those messy past events, put on a gentle and sensible face, and seemingly returned to her original position.

In the luxurious and spacious restaurant, the two of them ate their meal at a leisurely pace.

After Zhao Yansen put down his knife and fork, Song Xi looked up and said slowly, "Brother, I want to discuss something with you."

"tell me the story."

Song Xi: "I want to wait until my aunt is discharged from the hospital and goes home before moving out."

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze falling on her face. The smile on her lips was flawless, perfectly timed.

"Where to move to?" He leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent, repeating the same question.

Xizi Bay.

Xiziwan Apartments is home to many prominent figures in the business world.

Zhao Yansen stared at her intently, his gaze unreadable.

He remained silent for a long time, and Song Xi felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest from his gaze.

Zhao Yansen asked dismissively, "You think this place isn't good enough for your status?"

"No." Song Xi met his sharp, cold gaze, her five fingers clenching slightly under the table, but her smile remained bright. "I'll be coming home quite late quite often in the future, so in order not to disturb your rest, it's better if I move out."

In terms of wealth, those living in Xizi Bay are far less valuable than those living here.

He's picking on her again.

Song Xi didn't mind.

She would feel suffocated if he continued to let her act recklessly as before.

Zhao Yansen squinted lazily, but a cold laugh escaped his throat.

"Now you've learned to consider my feelings?"

“People have to grow up eventually.” Song Xi pinched the web between her thumb and forefinger with her fingertips, her expression unchanged. “My aunt always teaches me to be considerate of my elders and not to cause trouble for my brother.”

"Is it."

Zhao Yansen tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table twice, his gaze never wavering, and gave a faint sneer: "Why do I feel like you're getting more and more critical of me?"

(End of this chapter)