Fatal Desire

Chapter 43 It was just a kiss, was it really that big of a deal?

The suite was covered with a large, thick carpet and was spotless. Song Xi put on her high heels only when she reached the door.

She quickly tidied herself up, turned the doorknob, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Staff members in uniforms were replacing flowers in vases in the corridor. When they saw Song Xi, they immediately stopped what they were doing, bent down, and greeted her.

Song Xi walked straight ahead without looking to the side, her mind like a progress bar, rewinding to the time last night when she helped Zhao Yansen into the room, and automatically playing back what happened afterward.

She also seemed quite drunk.

Otherwise, why would she have bitten his mouth until it bled?
As Song Xi pondered, a man with a cigarette in his mouth walked towards her.

She stepped back and moved to the right, and the other person followed her steps. Song Xi initially thought it was unintentional, so she took a step to the left. Unexpectedly, the other person followed her to the left.

The next second, a flippant laugh rang out: "Miss Song, what a coincidence, we meet again."

The voice sounded familiar.

Song Xi raised her eyelashes and saw a face smug with the stench of wine and women. It wasn't unattractive, but its frivolity was unmistakable.

I ran into Zhuang Xuecheng, the owner of the Hong Kong Island casino, at the Night View Bar before.

He attended the weddings of the Meng and Jiang families, dressed impeccably. He was clearly a beast, but after being packaged with money, he became a beast in human clothing.

"I was a bit presumptuous last time at the bar." Zhuang Xuecheng changed his arrogant and playboy demeanor and greeted you with a smile. "I just thought you were pretty and wanted to invite you for a drink. I had no other ill intentions."

The speculators' limited resources might be enough to put on a show in Hong Kong, but when they come to the capital, they can't even get into the elite circles at the top of Beijing.

Last time at the bar, Zhao Yansen intervened, and Zhuang Xuecheng assumed that Zhao Yansen had also taken a liking to Song Xi.

He dared not touch the Crown Prince's woman.

But who could have imagined that at yesterday's wedding, in front of everyone, Zhao Yansen would hand the bride's bouquet to Song Xi.

Zhuang Xuecheng only found out after doing some research that Song Xi was actually a relative of Zhao Yansen!
Gaining entry into the elite circle and getting to know Zhao Yansen is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

But things would be different if Song Xi were to act as a go-between.

The other party apologized, and out of good manners, Song Xi would not ignore it. She nodded and walked away.

Zhuang Xuecheng didn't stop her, but followed her: "I really feel bad for disturbing Miss Song last time. I'll treat you to a meal another day to apologize. When would be a convenient time for you?"

“No need,” Song Xi refused decisively.

Zhuang Xuecheng took out his phone: "Once is never enough, twice is enough. Let's exchange contact information."

Song Xi stopped and looked at him: "You're very rich?"

Startled by the unexpected question, Zhuang Xuecheng smiled and asked, "How much money does Miss Song need?"

In Zhao Yansen's circle, connections, resources, opportunities... are all top-notch and mutually beneficial; money is the least valuable thing.

If you can get into that circle by spending money, the benefits far outweigh the costs, so it's not a loss.

"I need you to disappear from my sight." Song Xi said, then continued walking forward with calm and elegant steps.

Zhuang Xuecheng stood there for a moment, then became angry and quickly chased after them, only to see Zhou Ji'an in a wheelchair talking to Song Xi.

Zhuang Xuecheng felt a surge of resentment and anger in his chest, and spat out, "I'm so incredibly unlucky."

Song Xi walked in front, while her personal assistant and bodyguard pushed Zhou Ji'an, who was in a wheelchair, behind them, all heading towards the elevator.

The two greeted each other, then remained silent.

In the silence, Zhou Ji'an asked, "Has your brother gone back?" Although his attitude towards her was better than when he first returned, it was still lukewarm. Song Xi didn't care and replied, "No, he's resting at the hotel."

Last night, the group was in high spirits, drinking and laughing in a place of revelry. Zhao Yansen left and never returned. Zhou Ji'an could easily guess that he had gone to see Song Xi.

Living in a high tower, it was always others who racked their brains to find Zhao Yansen; he had never taken the initiative to look for anyone.

Only Song Xi could make him break the rules again and again.

Zhou Ji'an glanced sideways at Song Xi in the elevator mirror, his gentle voice revealing no specific emotion: "What do you want to do after you come back?"

“Brother Ji’an, that’s a great question.” Song Xi smiled and calmly asked in return, “What do you think I can do?”

"You left the country the day after the lab explosion," Zhou Ji'an said calmly. "If I remember correctly, you said you would never come back."

"That year you also said you would love Sister Guanyue for life and never give up."

Song Xi continued to smile and speak softly, but Zhou Ji'an felt a tightness in his chest, as if a sharp dagger gleaming with cold light had been plunged into his chest.

Zhou Ji'an didn't speak again, and Song Xi also had nothing to say. Her eyelids drooped halfway, and her slender, fair fingers nimbly tapped the phone screen.

The elevator has arrived at the floor.

With a gentle smile, Song Xi bid farewell to Zhou Ji'an: "Brother Ji'an, my driver has arrived. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

Zhou Ji'an watched her retreating figure with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Chi Wang's constant calling her "angel sister" almost made people forget her true nature.

Although the daughters of prominent families have different personalities, most of them are not innocent little rabbits to be bullied. If they are so formidable, how much more so the precious daughters that Zhao Yansen raised himself?

Song Xi left the hotel and went back to the courtyard house.

She didn't go to the company this morning, so she went back to her room to take a relaxing bath.

Song Xi stood in front of the mirror, slowly taking off her clothes. The kiss from last night involuntarily floated into her mind, and her lips still felt slightly numb.

Spring is coming.

Even Zhao Yansen has started having erotic dreams, kissing so fiercely; I wonder who his sexual fantasies are.

Lost in thought, Song Xi removed her last piece of clothing, lowered her eyes, and inadvertently noticed the marks on the fabric, pausing in surprise.

It's just a kiss, is it really that big of a deal?

It made her seem very thirsty.

The bathroom was filled with damp mist, and the scent of incense and candles permeated the entire space. The mist spread and blurred the mirror, causing tiny water droplets to condense and slowly slide down.

The huge bathtub was covered with rose petals. Song Xi sat in the water, turned on her phone, connected to a Bluetooth speaker, and played a piece of music.

A shelf lay across the hot tub, holding a bottle of red wine and a Cabernet Sauvignon glass. She took a small sip, her taste buds soothed, and she leaned back, relaxing.

Just then, the phone rang.

Song Xi swiped to answer the call. Cheng Nian's voice on the other end was somewhat urgent: "President Song, a department sent people to the company. They said they received a report that the company is secretly developing illegal drugs and demanded that we immediately stop work and cooperate with the investigation."

"Which department?" Song Xi asked.

“The drug regulatory authorities,” Cheng Nian said, “are very tough on us. They insist that the company hand over all its drugs, or they will shut the company down today.”

"Bankruptcy?" Song Xi smiled faintly. "Did you say that, or did they say it?"

(End of this chapter)