Fatal Desire

Chapter 49 Do you even know a shred of shame?

It started raining sometime earlier.

The night was deep and dark, and the rain pattered down, like sticky spider silk weaving a soft net that trapped the entire car.

The man's tone was not angry, and his expression was calm, but Song Xi inexplicably felt that there was an undercurrent in the carriage.

Holding the photos, she went through several rounds of screening, leaving only five, each featuring a daughter of outstanding appearance, character, and talent.

Song Xi felt a sudden heaviness in her hands. She raised her eyelashes and met his unfathomable black eyes. She nodded and said, "I thought you would like these types, so I chose them."

"Tell me what type of girl I like."

Zhao Yansen spoke slowly and softly, but Song Xi's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't come to pick her up; he came to settle scores with her.

She had no idea what kind of girl he liked. Certainly not someone like her.

Besides, even if she knew, she wouldn't change herself or deliberately try to cater to his preferences.

It's pointless to like someone who's a fake.

The headlights illuminated the silvery rain, which streamed through the window like fine silk threads or flower needles, weaving a dense, slanting pattern that gradually dampened even my heart.

Song Xi gripped the corner of the envelope tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Can't I choose?"

She didn't need his answer, and continued, "That's true. You'll definitely move out after you get married and won't live with me anymore. Whether I like my sister-in-law or not is not important, what's important is that you like her. Since you're so unwilling for me to choose, then I won't choose her in the future."

The little girl lowered her head, her voice soft yet clear, with a trembling resentment in her tone.

It's clearly implying that not only did she do something thankless, but he also took her kindness for granted.

Absolutely despicable.

The man's silhouette was hidden in the shadows, his bone structure was well-proportioned and sharp. Song Xi lowered her eyes and did not look at him, but she could sense that he was staring at her.

Zhao Yansen remained silent, while Song Xi silently counted the photos.

If you don't treat his wounds, you'll be scolded; if you carefully choose a wife for him, you'll also be blamed.

Unpredictable moods, and a mind more unfathomable than the mysteries of the universe.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were gloomy, and Zhao Yansen's dark eyes were fixed on her sternly. Song Xi didn't dare to breathe.

When they were in school, their classmates said that after their older brothers got married, their hearts would become biased and they would no longer only have their younger sisters and brothers.

Zhao Yansen is already siding with someone else even before he's married.

Let them take our side.

After all, even if the old lady didn't urge Zhao Yansen, he would definitely get married in the next few years.

After a lot of mental preparation, Song Xi drove the car into the courtyard and parked it. A servant came over to hold an umbrella for her. She tossed the photo onto the seat, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Two seconds later, he turned back, reached for the envelope containing the photos, and said to Zhao Yansen, "If you don't want it, I want it!"

He guessed she had someone she liked, but that person wasn't in her shortlist.

The plum blossoms in the courtyard have all fallen, and the peach blossoms are now budding, their pink and white petals glistening with raindrops, making them even more bright and beautiful.

The rain intensified, dark clouds rolled across the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the darkness and rain exacerbated the spring chill, the cold seeping into the bones.

Inside the bedroom, the sound of a lighter clicking could be heard.

Zhao Yansen lay back in the sandalwood armchair, his jawline taut, a cigarette between his fingers, taking a faint puff.

A light mist hung in the air, hazy and indistinct, blurring his vision.

The rain tonight is heavy, comparable to the monsoon rains of that summer.

It was also in his room. Song Xi, wearing a silk slip dress, straddled Zhao Yansen's lap and, taking advantage of his momentary distraction, leaned down and kissed him.

Her thin arms and legs looked very fragile, as if they would break with the slightest force.

Zhao Yansen didn't dare pull Song Xi off him, but instead refused her expressionlessly and questioned, "Don't you know even a little bit about shame?"

She wasn't completely insane yet. Upon hearing this, her eyes reddened, and without trying to negotiate with him, she left, sobbing.

That day, Zhao Yansen didn't sleep a wink. He sat on the leather sofa, smoking a cigarette in a heavy mood, frowning as he pondered.

By tracing back bit by bit, we can reflect on why teenage girls would engage in such absurd behavior.

Where exactly did it begin, and where did things go wrong, that made her develop feelings for him that she shouldn't have?

Was it his actions that crossed the line, or were his words misleading and giving her the wrong signal?

He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how he had lured Song Xi step by step into the abyss.

He never expected that in the sweltering heat of August, she would do something even more unbelievable.

Whenever he showed signs of intense anger and indifference, she would cleverly act cute and beg for forgiveness.

Song Xi always took advantage of his tolerance and patience to plunder what she wanted without any scruples.

When she came to her senses, the first person she abandoned was him.

Zhao Yansen smoked in the darkness, his breathing slow, the smoke drifting in the air like tiny jellyfish.

My fingers trembled violently, as if suddenly bursting with flame, and I felt a sharp, burning pain.

He was older than her and had raised her for so many years; he shouldn't have overstepped his bounds.

Beyond the code of life, taboo is a storm.

"Boom——!"

Thunder roared, rain poured down, and lightning tore the night into jagged cracks, making it oppressive and damp.

Song Xi went back to her room and took a shower. She put the photo on the table, took it out and looked at it again, but couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Ignoring her discomfort, her initial intention in choosing the photo was simply to please him; she really didn't know what Zhao Yansen was dissatisfied with.

She was close to him, and he disliked her, which was one thing, but he even got angry about something as innocent as choosing a photo.

What does he have to be angry about!
Song Xi put the photo back into the envelope, angrily threw it into the drawer, and stopped worrying about it.

She had been struggling with the issue of Zhao Yansen for many years, and no matter how unwilling she was, she had to accept reality.

The next morning, Zhao Zongting was also there during breakfast. He spoke slowly and deliberately with Zhao Yansen about official business, keeping each sentence brief and to the point, without saying much more.

Even when facing his father, Zhao Yansen did not lose his composure and responded with ease.

Song Xi sat quietly at the dining table, eating her food.

Aunt Zhang brought over the medicinal soup. Song Xi smelled it and found it so bitter that she forgot her unpleasant conversation with Zhao Yansen yesterday.

Seeing her expression, Song Yunyu smiled and pushed the porcelain plate containing candied fruit toward Zhao Yansen: "Yansen, please give this to Xixi for me."

Zhao Yansen picked up the porcelain plate with his long, slender fingers and handed it to Song Xi, asking casually, "What would you like to drink?"

"Thank you, brother." When Song Xi took it, she accidentally touched his finger bone, and her fingertip involuntarily twitched.

“Xixi has severe menstrual cramps, this is traditional Chinese medicine to regulate her body.” Song Yunyu said with a hint of helplessness, “I gave her to drink it last month, but she kept complaining that it was too bitter and said she would save it for this month. The medicine can be saved, but health cannot wait.”

Song Xi showed no shame during the public execution, since everyone knew she didn't like taking medicine anyway.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chengyou put down his porcelain spoon, turned around and asked, "Is Sister Axi still going to see her maternal grandmother?"

(End of this chapter)