Fatal Desire

Chapter 48 Are you coming to pick me up and take me home?
The words "brother" were prominently displayed on the phone screen, and Song Xi's slender white fingertips trembled slightly.

Seeing her in a daze, Qin Fanghao asked, "What urgent matter has happened?"

"No." Song Xi waved her phone. "I'm taking this call."

"Go ahead." Qin Fanghao entered the Weibo super topic with great interest and randomly answered fans' questions.

When Song Xi answered the phone, the other end was unusually quiet, so quiet that even the faint sound of the evening breeze could be heard through the receiver.

"Brother," she called out meekly.

The corridor lights of the private villa were bright. Zhao Yansen leaned back on the leather sofa, his arm draped loosely over the armrest, his slightly drooping fingers hooking an unlit cigar.

"Not going home today either?" he asked.

Song Xi has been busy handling company matters and has been staying in Xizi Bay for the past three days. She originally planned to go back last night, but then changed her mind.

She wanted to wait until Zhao Yansen's lip injury healed before going home, otherwise her gaze would always unconsciously fall on his lips every time they met.

Song Xi remained silent for a long time.

Zhao Yansen said, "What, is there a monster in your house trying to catch you?"

No, not at all.

She herself is a monster.

“Yes,” Song Xi replied. “I just spoke with my aunt and promised to have breakfast with her tomorrow.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Weixian's shout rang out: "President Xi! Are you done making the call? Come over and sing some karaoke!"

Qin Fanghao immediately stepped forward, grabbed Meng Weixian, and manually muted his microphone: "Shut up! You!"

Shang Shixu looked at Song Xi and noticed that she covered the phone's speaker with her palm, showing an unusual state of panic.

I don't know who's on the other end of the phone.

The moonlight, mixed with the sunlight, flowed down and lay prostrate at Zhao Yansen's feet. His dark eyes were indifferent and cold as he spoke with an air of seriousness: "Song Xi."

The man's cool voice, seemingly both serious and casual, suddenly entered her ears, causing Song Xi's eyelids to twitch: "Here!"

The sound was quite loud.

Zhao Yansen couldn't help but chuckle: "Where are you? When are you going back?"

He asked two questions at once, and Song Xi answered them both in one breath: "Night Realm Bar, I'll be back around eleven o'clock."

After she finished speaking, she vaguely realized that the question and answer had flowed too smoothly... as if she had returned to the past.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi asked, "Are you coming to pick me up and take me home?"

"You want me to pick you up?" Zhao Yansen asked calmly, his voice completely flat.

“I used to think about it, but I don’t think about it much anymore,” Song Xi said.

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly: "Really don't want to?"

His words, accompanied by laughter, were not as composed and aloof as usual, but rather carried the lazy, Beijing accent of a young nobleman.

It's effortlessly charming and alluring.

"Just a little bit." Song Xi's ears were practically tingling from hearing that. She awkwardly raised her hand to rub her ears. "Does brother want to come pick me up more?"

Zhao Yansen chuckled softly.

She's quite adept at subtly shifting the focus and turning the tables.

Song Xi waited for his reply, but the man wasn't buying her tricks at all, lazily tossing out two words: "Hang up."

Song Xi was left staring blankly at the call log, looking bewildered.

Why ask so many questions when you're not even coming to pick her up?

Song Xi pouted, put away her phone, and returned to the private room. At the bar, Meng Weixian gestured in Song Xi's direction and winked at Shang Shixu: "Bro, tell me the truth, do you have feelings for President Xi?"

"Why are you worrying about this?" Shang Shixu, who was rather reserved, said with a gentle smile.

"President Xi is beautiful and capable, and she's very popular. Last time at the wedding, all those well-traveled young men were stunned!" Meng Weixian rambled on. "You know how charming President Xi is. These peach blossoms don't bloom one by one, but in whole swathes. If you really like her, I'll help you!"

"Take care of yourself first." Shang Shixu raised his glass and took a sip of rum.

Meng Weixian: "Hey, you underestimate me..."

"Young Master Meng, what are you so happy about all day long?" Qin Fanghao's voice interrupted.

“We were talking about President Xi.” Meng Weixian said frankly, then turned to Song Xi and asked, “President Xi, what type of man do you like?”

"I like men who don't like me." Song Xi sat on the high stool and blurted out.

Upon hearing this, Meng Weixian's eyes widened in surprise: "Could it be that you like me?!"

“Except for you.” Song Xi replied without hesitation.

"President Xi, you could at least have hesitated for a few more minutes! Excluding me so quickly makes me lose face!" Meng Weixian roared to the sky.

Qin Fanghao and Shang Shixu burst out laughing.

Song Xi knew Qin Fanghao and Meng Weixian since high school, and they talked about a wide range of topics without any reservations.

Song Xi met Shang Shixu in the United States, and it was she who introduced Shang Shixu to Qin Fanghao and Meng Weixian. The group seemed to hit it off immediately and became friends with each other from the bottom of their hearts.

As the clock struck 23 PM, the four of them left the private room together. As they walked out, Meng Weixian asked Song Xi curiously, "Did Yan Tingli contact you afterwards?"

"Who is Yan Tingli?" Qin Fanghao asked, puzzled.

“I met this rich kid at a wedding last time,” Song Xi said. “He asked for my contact information, so I gave him my business card. I do have his contact information, but I didn’t bother with him.”

"Yan Tingli from the Yan family?" Shang Shixu suddenly asked.

Song Xi: "It's him."

“I was on a business trip to Hong Kong Island a while ago and saw the rumors about him and the socialite,” Shang Shixu recalled. “The down-on-his-luck young master of the Yan family turned into a gold digger, seeking to marry a wealthy young lady in order to swallow up the family’s wealth and power.”

Meng Weixian laughed and mocked, "Someone like him wants to be a gold digger? He's not even qualified to be a male escort!"

Stepping out of the bar, a cool night breeze blew by, and a few strands of Song Xi's hair brushed against her fair cheeks and fell down. She raised her hand and gently tucked them behind her ear.

A pure black Rolls-Royce was parked on the road not far away, like a beast lurking in the thick night.

The driver, wearing white gloves, saw Song Xi and glanced at the rearview mirror. The man in the back seat had his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Staying close to someone in a high position is no easy task. Even the driver is extremely adept at reading people's expressions. Without the man even having to speak, he drove up to Song Xi.

The driver got out of the car, walked around the front of the vehicle, opened the back door, and respectfully greeted Song Xi, "Miss."

Song Xi assumed it was a driver sent by Lao Liao, so he smiled and said goodbye to Qin Fanghao and the others.

She bent down to get into the car and was taken aback when she unexpectedly saw the man leaning against the back of the seat.

He wore an expensive black shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his sharp Adam's apple and a hint of his sexy collarbone.

Song Xi sat in the seat and gently closed the car door.

The Rolls-Royce slowly moved into the traffic, and the figures of my friends receded and gradually shrank outside the glass window.

Song Xi lowered her eyes and played Candy Crush aimlessly. Just as she was about to pass the level, a beautifully crafted envelope suddenly appeared on her lap.

She was startled, put down her phone, picked up the envelope and looked inside, only to find that it contained beautiful photos of the candidate for sister-in-law.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her sideways, his tone ambiguous: "You chose it?"

(End of this chapter)