Fatal Desire

Chapter 40 Wild Beasts Appear!

The private room was spacious and private, filled with family friends, childhood buddies, and close acquaintances. There was no formality; people drank and chatted freely, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

The aroma of champagne lingered around Song Xi's nose, transforming into a thousand-year-old fox that tempted her.

Chi Wang poured her a glass of wine and placed it beside her. She reached out to take it, but his large, slender hand grabbed the glass first.

Song Xi turned her head and glared at Zhao Yansen resentfully, but the man ignored her and chatted casually with Zhou Ji'an.

"..." stingy.

Suddenly someone laughed and said, "The bride and groom are here! Brothers, today we'll settle our scores and settle our grudges!"

Meng Boyu and Jiang Shangxue had already changed their clothes, still dressed in gorgeous attire, looking like a perfect match. Many people praised them as a match made in heaven.

Song Xi glanced at Meng Weixian, who was surprisingly calm and rational, and did not drown his sorrows in alcohol.

“Other families say they’re having a low-key wedding, but they still have a three-day banquet. We should at least take turns drinking for five days to make it believable, right?” Meng Boyu’s cousin, Meng Jinxing, stood up and raised his wine glass.

"Uncle," Jiang Chushuang said, "today is my sister's big day. If you make a scene, I won't be polite to you."

Meng Jinxing threw his head back and laughed loudly: "This little girl is really interesting. I'd like to see how she can be impolite to me."

"That's enough, stop fooling around." Meng Jinxing's wife, Gu Qing, tugged at him. "On such a joyous occasion, what kind of behavior is it to get completely drunk? The old man is here today."

Chi Wang, not bound by so many rules and regulations, happily put his arm around Meng Jinxing's shoulder: "Come on, let's all drink until we drop tonight!"

Song Xi was slowly drinking her juice when a little boy suddenly jumped out from beside her.

He is the flower boy at today's wedding. He looks about four or five years old and has delicate features.

He looked at Song Xi with ecstatic joy, jumping up and down excitedly: "Found her, Mermaid Sister!"

Mermaid?
Oh, she's wearing a fishtail skirt today. Kids have such rich imaginations.

Song Xi smiled gently and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"This guy has taken a liking to you and wants to marry you." Gu Qing chuckled and said cheerfully, "He's been making a fuss for hours saying he saw a mermaid, very beautiful and very magical."

"Thank you." Song Xi bent down and gently hugged the little boy. "You're very handsome and cute too, little handsome boy."

The little boy stared longingly at Song Xi, grabbed her hand, and wouldn't let go for a long time.

Zhao Yansen glanced at him coldly from the corner of his eye, stretched out his long arm, easily lifted the little boy by his carrier, and tossed him aside like trash.

The little boy inadvertently met his gaze, and feeling timid and frightened, he hurriedly ran back to his parents' arms on his short legs.

mother!

Wild beasts are lurking around the mermaid!

Li Shuyi had been silently observing Zhao Yansen's actions. Upon seeing this, a strange feeling arose in her heart again. Before she could fully grasp the feeling, she was stopped by someone who greeted her warmly.

The banquet was lively and bustling. People came over to chat, others walked over to put their arms around each other's shoulders. Laughter filled the air, and the elegant atmosphere was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the graceful movement of hair.

Song Xi left the dining table and went to the terrace for some fresh air. Meng Weixian noticed her and immediately came over with a glass of wine to find her.

All day long, Song Xi was always surrounded by Zhao Yansen and Chi Wang, so Meng Weixian didn't have a chance to get close to her.

It's so frustrating. He clearly invited President Xi to help out, so how did it become a favor to those rich kids?

"It's hard to get an invitation from you normally, and it's even harder to get an invitation from you at a banquet. Being a person is truly difficult." Meng Weixian handed the wine to Song Xi.

The chilled champagne caused a layer of tiny water droplets to cling to the outside of the glass, which felt comfortable to hold. Song Xi raised it and took a small sip.

“Borro Classic Champagne.” She examined the champagne in her hand and said unhurriedly, “It is said that this is the champagne chosen for Prince William’s wedding, the wedding of the century.”

"You like it?" Meng Weixian said generously, "I'll send you a few cases so you can drink it slowly." "Young Master Meng, you're so generous." Song Xi leaned lightly against the railing, her posture relaxed.

They are generous in matters of the heart and generous in matters of the heart.

"It's nothing special, nothing compared to President Xi." Meng Weixian leaned closer to Song Xi, smiling ingratiatingly, "When will you take us on your yacht again?"

On Song Xi's eighteenth birthday, Zhao Yansen gifted her a custom-made super luxury yacht, which Meng Weixian greatly envied.

Zhao Yansen and Meng Boyu are both older brothers, so why is there such a big difference between them?

Houses and cars are nothing compared to a yacht! It can travel the world and throw parties whenever it wants.

He had originally planned to propose to Jiang Shangxue on a yacht, but fate had other plans.

"Is Miss Song a materialist?" A dignified and gentlemanly voice suddenly broke through the air.

Song Xi followed the sound and found a man wearing a tailcoat with his hair combed back.

“Yan Jia Yan Tingli,” Meng Weixian reminded Song Xi.

Song Xi smiled faintly and raised his glass in a gesture: "Mr. Yan is a materialist?"

“Yes. I studied in Germany, majoring in classical philosophy and materialism for many years. I just returned to China recently.” Yan Tingli’s manners were excessively refined, to the point of being somewhat deliberate. “I heard that Miss Song has also just returned. May I ask what her major is?”

"No wonder Mr. Yan is so learned; he comes from a classical philosophy background." Song Xi said, "I majored in biomedicine."

Meng Weixian answered without being asked: "I studied astronomy. When you look up, most of the galaxies in the universe that you see belong to me."

Everyone knows how to brag.

With Meng Weixian present, the chances of striking up a conversation tonight were slim. Yan Tingli glanced at his watch deliberately and asked in a gentlemanly manner, "I have something to attend to. Miss Song, could you please leave your contact information? If you are interested in classical philosophy, you can contact me anytime."

"Sure." Song Xi readily handed him her business card.

Yan Tingli glanced at the business card and smiled gently, "Then, Miss Song, until we meet again."

Only Song Xi and Meng Weixian remained on the terrace. Meng Weixian looked at Song Xi's calm and indifferent face and asked, "You just gave it to him like that?"

"What else can we do but let him keep arguing with us?"

Meng Weixian asked in surprise, "How did you find out?"

"A good-for-nothing rich kid trying to pretend to be well-read," Song Xi said. "In German classical philosophy, materialism is represented by Feuerbach, and its culmination is represented by Hegel, the famous idealist philosopher. Idealism accounts for a very large proportion of German classical philosophy. Yet he claims to have studied classical philosophy and materialism for many years, which is clearly full of flaws."

Those fishermen who pretend to be refined and speak in a literary style can at most fool young, naive girls, but they can't fool Song Xi.

The young lady is no mere pretty face; in terms of knowledge, manners, and vision, she is top-notch.

"Shocking! The clown is him!" Meng Weixian clapped twice.

The banquet was drawing to a close, and the band changed their music.

As the guests departed one after another, Meng Weixian was called to see them off.

Song Xi drank three glasses of champagne behind Zhao Yansen's back, feeling a little dizzy. The Meng family had prepared a private suite for their distinguished guest to rest in.

Holding her room key, she walked through the lobby and saw that most of the guests had already left, and the once magnificent place was now somewhat desolate after the banquet.

However, just as she was walking down the long corridor and turned a corner, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her slender wrist, and slammed her against the wall.

Song Xi: "?!"

(End of this chapter)