Fatal Desire

Chapter 36 Don’t you want me anymore?

Song Xi looked up from her phone screen and at Luo Xiao in the driver's seat: "Hmm?"

“This car was personally selected by Mr. Zhao. Please take a look and see if there are any improvements needed. We can customize it according to your requirements.” Luo Xiao looked at the red light countdown ahead and explained in detail, “If you have other cars you would like, that’s also fine.”

Song Xi understood.

This Ferrari was a gift to her.

She looked around at the interior of the car; its understated luxury and elegance perfectly matched her aesthetic preferences, both inside and out.

"No need for improvements, I'm quite satisfied with it." Song Xi accepted it without hesitation.

She was no longer the burden she had brought to the Zhao family. After more than a decade of experience, she was now perfectly befitting the status of a young lady from a prestigious family, both in her words and actions and in her mental depth.

Before starting the car, Luo Xiao glanced at the rearview mirror again.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the atmosphere between Mr. Zhao and Ms. Song was not as strange as it had been recently.

Luo Xiao had been working for Zhao Yansen for over six years, before Song Xi went abroad. Therefore, he was well aware of how close Song Xi and Zhao Yansen had been.

In popular parlance, they are a brother-obsessed couple and a sister-obsessed couple.

Although Mr. Zhao indulged Miss Song unconditionally, Miss Song did not develop the spoiled and willful nature of other young ladies.

An angelic face, an angelic heart.

Song Xi had Luo Xiao drive her back to the courtyard house. Song Yunyu had been discharged from the hospital and was currently recuperating at home. She planned to spend the weekend at home with her aunt.

The Ferrari drove into the garage, parked properly, and the driver took Luo Xiao away.

In the living room, Song Yunyu, wearing a dark blue vest, was looking down at a stack of photos on a walnut-colored coffee table.

Song Xi walked over, a smile on her face: "Auntie."

"Xixi, you're back just in time." Song Yunyu turned her head to look at her, her gentle eyes showing a hint of worry. "Come and help me look at the photos."

"What photo?"

Song Xi sat to Song Yunyu's left, lowering her eyes to look at a dozen or so photos of beautiful women: "What's this?"

“The young master of the Meng family is about the same age as your brother, and he’s getting married next month.” Song Yunyu picked up a photograph with her delicate hand. “Your brother will also be worrying about his wedding then.”

Is Zhao Yansen getting married?
The news struck Song Xi like a thunderbolt. Her scalp tightened, and she abruptly looked up, her voice trembling slightly: "Does my brother know?"

"I know." Song Yunyu didn't notice anything unusual about her. "During the New Year, the old lady gave him a heads-up, and he had no objections."

...Zhao Yansen did not object to the marriage arranged by his family.

Also.

He was always cold-hearted and indifferent; his heart was like an iron rock that never wavered.

However, Song Xi's head still felt tight in waves, and something inexplicably welled up in her heart, with a bitter taste lingering on her taste buds.

Song Yunyu picked up the two photos and stuffed them into Song Xi's hand. "Which one would your brother like better?"

Because she had to do experiments, Song Xi rarely did her nails. Her nails were clean, neat, and pink. At this moment, holding two photos of beautiful women, her fingertips twitched involuntarily.

"This one," Song Xi pointed to the long-haired woman in the green cheongsam, "quiet and scholarly, she looks like a well-rounded young lady who is meticulous in everything she does."

“Li Shuyi from the Li family.” Song Yunyu looked over. “Her reputation is indeed quite good. Let’s keep her for now and show her to your brother later.”

Song Xi never imagined that one day she would be choosing a future wife for Zhao Yansen at home. Every time she looked at a beautiful woman's photo, she would imagine Zhao Yansen standing next to her in her mind.

The air seemed to thicken, become sticky and stagnant, making it difficult to breathe.

After calmly selecting the photos, Song Xi inquired about her aunt's health. Once she confirmed that Song Yunyu was well, she didn't linger and got up to return to her room.

The bedroom curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all the light. The lights were off, with only the starry sky on the ceiling radiating its dazzling brilliance.

The stars, like dazzling diamonds, shone brightly in the Milky Way, so radiant yet inexplicably stinging her eyes. The news of Zhao Yansen's marriage was like an invisible hand, seizing her throat, throwing her thoughts into disarray, as if she had returned to her teenage years.

That year, not long after Zhou Ji'an's birthday banquet ended, Song Xi and Zhao Yansen ran into Zhou Ji'an again while having dinner at a restaurant.

Zhao Yansen and Zhou Ji'an didn't specifically avoid discussing topics and content related to Song Xi. She only vaguely understood the information from the political and business circles and didn't care much about it.

Having dinner with Zhao Yansen was the best moment of her day.

Unexpectedly, as they were leaving the restaurant, Zhou Ji'an jokingly mentioned a woman. Although he didn't say it explicitly, his tone was ambiguous, clearly implying that Zhao Yansen and that woman had a close relationship.

Just as Song Xi's mood reached its peak, it plummeted to its lowest point like a rollercoaster.

When they got home, Zhao Yansen saw that the girl, who had been so bright and lively just moments before, had suddenly become listless. He grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and pulled her back.

He looked down at her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Xi looked up.

The man's sharp features gave his eyes an aggressive look, and even when he lowered his head in condescension, the narrow corners of his eyes still gleamed with a cold light.

This seemingly cold and composed man always showed a subtle tenderness when facing her.

Song Xi pursed her lips, then suddenly stepped forward, reached out and hugged Zhao Yansen's strong waist, burying her face in his chest.

His embrace was warm and reassuring, filled with a clean, crisp woody scent that smelled wonderful.

"Brother, I feel a little dizzy."

"If you're dizzy, go see a doctor. Why are you hugging me?"

Zhao Yansen grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away, but she hugged him even tighter, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

Zhao Yansen clicked his tongue and took a step back, but Song Xi immediately pressed against him.

"Princess Xixi, you're too clingy."

“Can’t I?” Song Xi said.

Zhao Yansen frowned slightly, pressed his fingertips against Song Xi's forehead, and gently pushed her away: "No one has ever said that you can hug me all the time."

Song Xi raised her head, her watery eyes looking at him: "Don't you want me anymore, brother?"

"nonsense."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his posture one of resistance, but Song Xi could only see Zhao Yansen's handsome face and smell his pleasant scent.

"Can't you just say what you want to say? Why do you have to get so close?" Zhao Yansen said impatiently, his tone slightly harsher.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xi's eyes immediately reddened, and her two slender arms wrapped around him even tighter.

"But I like you very much, don't you like me?" Song Xi's voice choked, as if she would burst into tears immediately if he said no.

Zhao Yansen: "Stand still for now."

"No." Song Xi moved closer, her shoe tip touching his. "Unless you promise me you won't find me a sister-in-law."

The man said nothing.

She tilted her head up in his arms, her eyes stubborn yet bright: "Is it not okay?"

The brother complex gradually turns to the dark side.

While Xi Zong is decisive and ruthless on the outside, she transforms into Princess Xi Xi at home and becomes a bit crazy...

Female version: "If you and she can do it, why can't we?!"

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