Fatal Desire

Chapter 32 You're still going to kick me out?
Song Xi looked at Manager Li, gestured to the surrounding surveillance cameras, and warned him sternly, "The security guards are nearby. They'll come over if they hear any noise. I advise you to stop."

"Shout!" Manager Li's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Let's see if they get here faster, or if my knife is faster!"

"Because of you, I lost my job, my wife wants a divorce and is taking our son with her, and the neighbors are all talking about me, calling me worse than an animal." Manager Li was agitated, violently brandishing a sharp switchblade and shouting, "You ruined me, and I'll ruin you too!"

Some people blame themselves when they are down on their luck, while others take revenge on society.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few. The moon hangs alone in the sky, recklessly round and bright, radiating a cold light that shines on the green belts on both sides of the road. The leaves tremble and let the light droplets fall silently to the ground.

Song Xi's mind raced, flashing through many countermeasures and methods, but Manager Li, as an adult male, was much stronger than her, and now he was wielding a knife.

Cheng Nian had never seen such a horrific scene, and neither had Song Xi.

She just needs to calm down.

But as the alcohol surges through the body, it's difficult to maintain a clear mind.

Song Xi bit her lip and nudged Cheng Nian: "Call the police."

Cheng Nian's hands trembled violently as she frantically pulled her phone out of her bag, only to be snatched away by Manager Li.

Song Xi lifted her heel back, took off her high heels, and slammed them down on Manager Li's head with all her might.

Manager Li turned his head to avoid her, glaring fiercely at Song Xi: "Even when death is imminent, you still make a futile struggle!"

He gripped the knife tightly and charged straight at Song Xi. Song Xi, with sharp eyes, dodged the first attack. Manager Li sneered, spun the knife menacingly, and aimed the tip straight at Song Xi's abdomen.

However, the next second, he felt a dull pain in his abdomen. In the blink of an eye, before he could see anything, he was kicked over by a powerful force and crashed heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, bodyguards in black, who appeared out of nowhere, subdued him and took the knife from his hand.

The long-lost fear of impending death resurfaced in Song Xi's mind, her thoughts in disarray. Her high heels, used as weapons, were scattered around her. Barefoot, she stepped on the cold ground, the chill spreading from her feet to her internal organs, as if countless sinister snakes were coiling around her feet, rendering her immobile.

Song Xi's heart pounded violently, and she forgot to breathe. She looked up and saw who was in front of her. She tried to speak, but she couldn't catch her breath.

When Zhao Yansen saw the fine sweat on her forehead and her bare feet, his brows furrowed with coldness, and he immediately swept her up in his arms.

He asked, "Are you injured anywhere?"

There were no visible external injuries, but her body was ice-cold.

Song Xi didn't speak, but subconsciously hugged his neck, whether she was too drunk to speak or frightened, it was hard to tell.

Upon smelling the familiar scent, the defensive posture and tense nerves that had been erected in her body under danger relaxed, and her breathing gradually returned to evenness.

Luo Xiao picked up the switchblade, glanced at the man carrying Song Xi into the car, looked down at Manager Li whose eyes were wide with terror, raised his foot, and slammed it into Manager Li's face.

"what--"

The deserted street was suddenly filled with Manager Li's piercing screams of agony.

Crisis resolved.

Still gripped by the lingering fear of surviving the ordeal, Cheng Nian collapsed to the ground, her hand still trembling as she held her phone, tears welling in her eyes.

She recognized Zhao Yansen as Song Xi's brother, so she didn't go forward and let Zhao Yansen take Song Xi away.

Luo Xiao instructed his bodyguards to take Manager Li away and then walked toward Cheng Nian, who was panting heavily.

"President Song, Manager Li..." Cheng Nian tried her best to speak clearly and logically, "That man harassed me before, and President Song found out and saved me and even helped me take him to the police station. He's here now to get revenge."

Cheng Nian lowered her eyes, unable to help but blame herself.

If it weren't for her, President Song wouldn't have been in danger...

Luo Xiao, oblivious to her inner thoughts, said in a businesslike tone, "We've caught him. Give me your bag, Miss." Cheng Nian complied.

Luo Xiao, carrying Song Xi's bag, said to Cheng Nian, "You can sit here as long as you like. Someone will take you home later."

That's as if she sat on the main road because she liked it, not because she was afraid.

Cheng Nian: "...Thank you."

Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, this area has little traffic and is exceptionally quiet.

Zhao Yansen strode towards the car, and could clearly hear the faint breathing of the person in his arms.

Her eyes were closed, and she leaned weakly against his chest. Her long hair was blown by the night wind, revealing a small, pale face.

When I saw him just now, he neither called me "brother" with the same enthusiasm as before, nor did he angrily call out to Zhao Yansen.

Her limbs were ice cold, but her face was strangely hot, as if she were about to die at any moment.

An unusually familiar feeling.

When she abandoned him, the last time they met, she was like this too—completely exhausted and weak, as if she had no bones, yet she still had the strength to yell at him.

She screamed at him to get out, saying she hated him and never wanted to see him again.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head, staring intently at Song Xi in his arms for a long time, and let out a faint, mocking laugh, as if he were mocking himself before he willingly fell into depravity.

The bodyguard opened the car door, and he carried her into the car.

After Luo Xiao finished dealing with the matter, he picked up Song Xi's bag and high heels and returned to the driver's seat. He glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Zhao."

"Back to Yanshan Villa." The man didn't even look up, his words concise and to the point.

"Yes."

Luo Xiao glanced at the girl in the man's arms, then silently raised the partition to separate the front and back seats.

Song Xi's body alternated between feeling cold and hot. Leaning against Zhao Yansen's warm chest, she felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if she had returned to that sweltering summer when her once unshakeable path began to veer off course, a dream filled with enchanting colors.

Song Xi hooked her arms around Zhao Yansen's neck, buried her head in the crook of his neck, moved her lips, and involuntarily murmured something.

"elder brother."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yansen grabbed her arm with his large hand and tugged at it, but couldn't pull it off.

She clenched her arms around him, hugging him even tighter, her upper body pressed tightly against his.

The girl's body was soft and warm, which could be clearly felt even through her clothes. Zhao Yansen was slightly taken aback, and said in a low, slightly husky voice, "Song Xi, don't pretend."

Song Xi remained completely still.

She's the kind of person who takes it upon herself to have a crush on someone and then calls them a big bad guy. She's not obedient at all, so how could she possibly listen to anyone?

Suddenly, I felt a wet touch on my neck, accompanied by a low sob.

Zhao Yansen frowned and tried to pull her away, but Song Xi clung tightly to his neck with both arms, her face still buried in the crook of his neck, and stubbornly said, "If you hate me, I'll hate you too."

"Hey." Zhao Yansen rubbed her head. "Let go of her hand."

Song Xi nudged him lightly and said in a muffled voice, "I'm already back, and you still want to kick me out... Why don't you want to see me?"

(End of this chapter)