Fatal Desire

Chapter 34 Then I won't leave tonight.

Zhao Yansen didn't turn his head, still looking at her through the floor-to-ceiling window: "Yanshan Villa."

Yanshan Villa?
Song Xi was puzzled.

The doctor indirectly explained: "This is the city's natural green lung, where you can see the original riverbanks and dense forests of the Grand Canal. Miss, you can go and take a look if you're interested."

Song Xi understood: "Okay."

She didn't ask Zhao Yansen any more questions. Seeing her bag on the single sofa, she asked the doctor to bring it to her, and sent a message to Cheng Nian telling her to rest well. She also called her aunt to let her know she wouldn't be home that night. Song Yunyu, hearing that she was with Zhao Yansen, didn't ask any further questions and hung up.

Her aunt felt very reassured that she was with him.

After treating the wound, the doctor applied ice to Song Xi's foot. Once the swelling subsided, the doctor prescribed medication, gave her a few instructions, and left.

Only the two of them remained in the large room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Song Xi sat on the bed, looking at her two feet. She moved her toes and they didn't hurt as much as before, but they were still a little numb and painful.

The cigarette between Zhao Yansen's fingers remained unlit. He stretched out his arm, threw the cigarette into the ashtray, stretched his long legs, and strode towards the large bed.

The man was very tall, and his shadow was thick and heavy, completely enveloping Song Xi. She was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him with her bright and affectionate peach blossom eyes.

"elder brother."

Zhao Yansen placed his palms on the bed sheet, bent down until his gaze was level with hers. His eyes were dark and deep, looking at her so close that Song Xi had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

The man seemed like a walking heat source; as he spoke, his hot breath gently brushed against Song Xi's face, causing her body temperature to rise.

"Can walk."

Song Xi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes darted around, and she asked directly, "Are you trying to kick me out now?"

Zhao Yansen suddenly smiled and said casually, "I'm your brother. Have you ever seen a brother kick his sister out?"

This sounds familiar.

"I'm your sister, it's not right for a brother and sister not to have each other on WeChat, is it?"

His breath brushed against her lips, their breaths mingling as if they were kissing... very similar to the last time.

“Then I won’t leave tonight.” Song Xi, quick-witted and astute, seized the opportunity and added in the same tone, “I won’t move either.”

After saying that, she blinked her eyelashes and looked directly into Zhao Yansen's eyes without flinching: "Is it alright, brother?"

The pronunciation of the last two words has a lively and charming quality.

Zhao Yansen slightly raised his eyelids, his outstandingly dark brow bone exuding a hint of arrogance and unfathomable aggression.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he restrained himself, lowered his eyes, straightened up, and left, uttering the words, "Whatever."

“Okay,” Song Xi replied with a smile.

She was in a hurry to take a shower, and felt uncomfortable ever since that Manager Li touched her, as if she had been touched by something dirty.

The room was quite well-equipped, with shoes, bathrobes, toiletries, aromatherapy, and more.

With her foot injured, taking a bath was inconvenient, so Song Xi went into the shower room, turned on the showerhead, and warm water poured down, gradually filling the air with humid steam.

After taking a shower, she put on a white bathrobe and returned to her comfortable bed.

Song Xi leaned against the headboard, holding her phone in both hands, and typed a message: "Brother, are you here tonight too?"

The message was sent successfully, and a new unread message popped up in the four-person group chat. She clicked on it to check.

Qin Fanghao: "Meng Weixian, Jiang Shangxue and Meng Boyu are getting married, and you want to be their best man?!"

Meng Weixian: "Otherwise, be a bridesmaid?"

Qin Fanghao: "Attending your ex-girlfriend's wedding is one thing, but being a groomsman is another. Did you drink yourself into a stupor?!"

Shang Shixu: "He promised his elder brother seven years ago that when Young Master Meng gets married, the best man can only be Young Master Meng the second."

Qin Fanghao: "..."

Qin Fanghao: "You're awesome!"

Meng Weixian: "Sister Qin, are you coming to the wedding?"

Qin Fanghao: "I'm currently filming and don't have time. You should ask President Xi."

Meng Weixian: "President Xi, are you going?" Song Xi typed slowly and replied simply: "Yes."

Meng Weixian was Meng Boyu's best man; the bride was Jiang Shangxue… This family's relationships were quite complicated. Fortunately, Meng Weixian came to terms with it.

I don't know if my brother will attend the marriage ceremony between the Meng and Jiang families.

Song Xi opened her chat with Zhao Yansen again, and there was still only one message from her.

He didn't reply.

Song Xi: "Tilting head in confusion.jpg"

Two minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

Song Xi: "Brother!"

Song Xi: "Brother!"

The other party was like a zombie account that had been dormant for ages, not sending a single message. Song Xi seriously suspected that even if the world ended, he would remain unmoved. She pouted and started typing rapidly on the keyboard, firing off messages like a machine gun.

Song Xi: "Brother, brother!"

Song Xi: "Brother! Brother, brother, brother! Brother!"

She sent more than a dozen messages in a row, and finally the man condescended to reply with a message.

Zhao Yansen: "Is he possessed by a pigeon spirit?"

Song Xi's eyes lit up, and she happily typed, "No. Are you going to Boyu's wedding?"

He's disappeared again.

Song Xi: "Brother—!"

Zhao Yansen: "Hmm"

Song Xi: "Okay."

He must have thought she was seriously ill, sending a bunch of messages just to ask one question.

After sending the message, Song Xi was in an extremely happy mood, a genuine smile playing on her lips. She turned off the light, lay flat on her bed, and surprisingly, didn't suffer from insomnia, falling asleep within minutes.

The next day, the sun rose as if it were just rising, and the warm morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains into a corner of the bedroom.

Song Xi woke up groggily, moved her feet, and found that the swelling had mostly gone down, there was no pain, and walking was no problem at all.

After washing up and changing into the clothes that the brand had delivered early that morning, she went downstairs full of energy.

Luo Xiao happened to be delivering documents, and the two bumped into each other.

Song Xi immediately understood: "My brother stayed here last night?"

"Yes," Luo Xiao said.

"Where is he?" Song Xi looked around but couldn't find Zhao Yansen.

Luo Xiao: "In the room."

Song Xi nodded, walked gracefully to the kitchen, and made herself a cup of coffee.

She turned to Luo Xiao and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Thank you, Miss, but no need," Luo Xiao said with a smile. "I have other work to do, so I won't bother you any longer."

After Luo Xiao left, Song Xi slowly sipped her coffee, thinking she would wait for Zhao Yansen to come down and have breakfast with him. However, twenty minutes passed, and she was still the only one in the luxurious and spacious living room.

Song Xi decided to personally go and summon Zhao Yansen.

She stopped at the door, raised her hand, and knocked politely.

"Knock, knock, knock."

With each knock, the door opened a little—it wasn't closed.

"elder brother?"

A sudden itch arose in her ankle, as if something soft was rubbing against her. Song Xi looked down and saw a fluffy, chubby Samoyed.

Startled, she quickly took small steps back and asked in slight surprise, "Who are you? I'm calling my brother, why are you out here?"

Could it be that my brother has turned into a dog?
(End of this chapter)