Fatal Desire

Chapter 4 might be a bit addictive.

The middle-aged man is the owner of Nightscape Club, and his surname is Chang.

He was usually elusive and mysterious, but Zhao Yansen was the only one who could make him make an exception.

Song Xi and Boss Chang took the elevator directly to the top floor of the bar.

The interior is luxuriously decorated, with a huge attic.

The young men gathered casually, all dressed in expensive attire. As Song Xi entered, she immediately spotted a man with an indifferent expression in the crowd.

He leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, talking casually to the person next to him.

He is refined and outstanding, exuding a relaxed air of arrogance, without deliberately exerting pressure; the aura and dignity of a superior are innate.

When Song Xi walked in, the lively scene fell silent for a few seconds, with almost everyone's attention focused on her.

The girl wore a beige trench coat, paired with a simple shirt vest and jeans, creating a light and elegant style.

Her makeup was light, as if drawn with a few casual strokes, revealing a very beautiful oval face with a radiant complexion, like a camellia bud about to bloom—clean, sweet, and alluring.

Zhao Yansen gently lifted his thin eyelids, his gaze falling directly on her face.

Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke, letting their gazes linger in front of everyone.

Someone nearby asked, "Who is this little girl?"

Zhao Yansen's gaze remained fixed on Song Xi, his voice light and lazy: "There's one child in the family."

The young men from prominent families present were somewhat skeptical. When did the Zhao family have such a grown daughter? How come they hadn't heard about it?

Song Xi was quite surprised by this.

It's not unusual to run into Zhao Yansen at a bar frequented by wealthy young men.

Surprisingly, the young master, who had been indifferent to her the day before, actually took the initiative to acknowledge her as his burden.

My stomach started to ache again.

Song Xi frowned slightly, intending to say goodbye.

Suddenly.

Zhao Yansen tapped the sofa beside him with his slender, bony fingers and said slowly, "Come here, sit here."

Song Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of astonishment flashed across her eyes.

After a couple of seconds of thought, under everyone's watchful eyes, she walked over unhurriedly and sat down to Zhao Yansen's left.

Chi Wang leaned over from the right: "Little sister, are you an adult? Can you drink alcohol?"

His hair was light brown, his jawline was soft, and his features were delicate and handsome; he appeared to be of mixed race.

Before Song Xi could answer, a low, cold, and languid voice came from beside her:

"Does your bar let minors in?"

"Of course I won't let her go!" Chi Wang said immediately as the alarm rang. "I'm just doing this in case something happens. My sister looks so young, I'd believe you if you said she was seventeen!"

After speaking with Zhao Yansen, Chi Wang turned to Song Xi, deliberately lowering his voice as if he were talking to a child.

"My surname is Chi and my given name is Wang. You can call me Brother Chi Wang."

"Brother Chi Wang, my name is Song Xi." Song Xi smiled gently in her clear, peach-blossom eyes and said politely.

“Song Xi.” Chi Wang grinned. “What a good name. It means happiness and joy.”

and many more!

The beautiful younger sister of this man from the Zhao family doesn't have the surname Zhao, but Song?

Does she take her mother's surname?

Zhao Yansen's mother's side has a military background, and he remembers that her surname is not Song. Could she be an illegitimate daughter who was recently recognized?

After moving into the Zhao family home with her aunt, Song Xi kept a very low profile and almost never attended any of the Zhao family's banquets. Due to some unspeakable personal reasons, she never publicly identified herself as a member of the Zhao family, so very few people knew the specifics of her relationship with the Zhao family.

Chi Wang didn't care about Song Xi's background and continued to ask enthusiastically, "What kind of cocktails does my little sister like?"

"Alcohol-free is fine, thank you."

"Okay, just a moment, I'll make you a drink myself." "Thank you." Song Xi smiled, but after a couple of seconds, she suddenly had a feeling of being locked up.

It was as if someone was staring at her with a direct and intense gaze.

She turned to investigate.

The air in the private room was clean and elegant, with a cool, fragrant mist mixed with a hint of expensive wine. The decor was understatedly luxurious and comfortable, with extremely exquisite details.

The chandelier from the ceiling cast dappled shadows, soaking Zhao Yansen. He leaned casually against the sofa back, his features sharp and refined, his bone structure deep and impeccable, exuding artistic tension with not a single superfluous stroke.

With thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes, the corners of his eyes droop lazily, exuding a hint of roguishness, his handsomeness is extremely aggressive.

Song Xi sat next to Zhao Yansen, very close to him. The light in the bar's loft was quite bright, allowing her to clearly see his good looks.

The man's tall stature created a sense of physical oppression in her.

But his indifferent expression was like a sharp sword, cleanly and decisively cutting through the unspeakable unease in her heart.

As if noticing Song Xi's gaze, Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow and glanced at her lazily: "Just got back to the country and you're already running around aimlessly, what a disappointment."

His tone was cold, and it was impossible to tell whether there was any mockery in his voice.

Song Xi was taken aback, but then realized that he was referring to the conflict that had just occurred downstairs.

He wouldn't call her up for no reason. If possible, she'd better never come back.

After all, she left with a great entourage and an exceptionally resolute attitude, so resolute that it seemed she would never set foot on this land again in her lifetime.

Now, he's probably worried that she might offend the Hong Kong bookmakers, which would affect the Zhao family's reputation.

Thinking of this, her stomach, which had just calmed down, suddenly started to hurt again, as if a huge hammer was constantly pounding on her most vulnerable nerve areas.

Song Xi pulled herself back to reality, pressing her fingertips firmly against the web of her thumb, pretending nothing was wrong:
"I met up with some friends downstairs tonight and I'm about to head back."

Zhao Yansen leaned back on the sofa casually, his dark pupils scanning her from bottom to top, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"fear me?"

"No," Song Xi answered crisply.

Zhao Yansen's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his tone ambiguous: "Then why did you pinch the tiger's mouth?"

She has a little-known habit: when she's nervous, she likes to press the web between her thumb and index finger to relieve the tension. She says she learned it from a book and it's very effective.

“I can’t drink alcohol, and I might get a little tipsy,” Song Xi said.

Zhao Yansen seemed to chuckle, and slowly said, "You mean, you get drunk just from the smell of alcohol?"

Chi Wang hadn't returned from mixing drinks at the bar yet. She hadn't touched a drop of alcohol tonight, but she was drunk. It's no wonder she gets drunk just from the smell of alcohol.

But how did he know she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol?

"..."

Song Xi calmly replied, "I'm a little unwell due to the change in environment."

When I went abroad, I didn't experience any culture shock, but now that I'm back, I'm having trouble adjusting.

What made her uncomfortable was the environment or the people.

Silence for a moment.

Zhao Yansen said indifferently, "The car is downstairs."

Song Xi suddenly raised her head.

Zhao Yansen met her clear, bright eyes, his thin lips curling slightly: "Did you forget to bring your ears with you, or are you planning to scam me?"

“No.” Song Xi stood up and said goodbye to him. “Brother, I’ll go back now.”

He didn't respond, seemingly too lazy to say anything more to her.

Chi Wang, carrying a glass of his newly prepared non-alcoholic cocktail, returned to the sofa area with great interest, only to find Zhao Yansen but not Song Xi.

Where is Sister Song Xi?

(End of this chapter)