Fatal Desire

Chapter 5 Boyfriend

The loft at Nightscape Bar is a private room area, which is large and occupies almost the entire floor.

This place is only open to the scions of the elite families in the capital, where they can freely organize parties and indulge in extravagant lifestyles.

Leaning back in the leather sofa, Zhao Yansen lazily lifted his eyelids. The light from the ceiling shone down, gliding over the black wisps of hair on his forehead and falling into the shadows of his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes, revealing no emotion and making him appear even more aloof and composed.

"gone."

"Are they leaving already?" Chi Wang said regretfully. "Isn't that too early?"

He placed the martini glass containing the cocktail on the glass coffee table, plopped down on the sofa, and casually crossed his legs.

"Sister Song Xi is so lovable. She's so cute and pretty, like a little angel."

Chi Wang turned to Zhao Yansen, eager to know, and asked, "How did you have your baby? Is there any secret? I'll go back and ask my parents to try."

Zhao Yansen picked up the cigarette case from the coffee table, lit a cigarette, put it to his lips, and said in a casual tone, "You're quite filial."

"Of course! I am undoubtedly the most filial son in the capital!"

Chi Wang proudly accepted the praise, then turned around and suddenly saw the middle-aged man who had returned. "Oh, isn't this Boss Chang?"

"Young Master Chi."

The bar's owner was named Chang Zaichen. He led Song Xi up to the attic and then went down to handle some matters.

Once you've finished dealing with it, come back immediately to report the situation.

Chang Zaichen recounted in detail to Zhao Yansen the events of the evening's conflict between Song Xi and Zhuang Xuecheng.

"Ms. Song told the other party that she has a boyfriend..."

At this point, Chang Zaichen felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

He looked cautiously and nervously at the man with the handsome features.

Zhao Yansen's dark shirt collar was slightly open, revealing half of his sharp collarbone, exuding both nobility and allure.

He took the cigarette from his lips with two long fingers, reached out to the wine glass on the coffee table, and flicked it along the rim, the ash falling into the light green cocktail.

Then, he let out a barely audible sneer, tinged with a low, mocking tone.

I wonder who they're laughing at.

Chang Zaichen continued, "Zhuang Xuecheng still wouldn't let Miss Song go, trying to grab her hand and force her to drink. Miss Song had no other choice but to kick Zhuang Xuecheng."

Chi Wang laughed: "You're awesome, little sister!"

As expected of this man's sister, she's just as formidable.

Chang Zaichen looked at Zhao Yansen again, whose expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care or care.

Seeing this, Chang Zaichen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief and fear of surviving a disaster.

When the conversation turned to 'Miss Song has a boyfriend,' Zhao Yansen's expression didn't change, but he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

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"Ding--"

When the elevator arrived at the first floor, the elevator doors automatically opened to both sides.

The bar's dance floor is on the basement level, and unlike the elegant and orderly attic, it's bustling and noisy.

The night is still young, and it's peak time for visitors. The lively music and dazzling blue lights herald a night of revelry that never ends.

Song Xi stepped gracefully out of the sedan chair, where a man in a suit and tie, who appeared to be around fifty years old, approached her. He bowed respectfully to her and said, "Miss."

Song Xi recognized him at a glance: "Uncle Mu."

Old Mu, the Zhao family's driver, has been working alongside Zhao Yansen since his military service. He is a man of few words.

"Are you going home now?" Old Mu asked.

Song Xi: "Mm."

The doorman drove up in a dark gray car.

The Rolls-Royce Ghost boasts sleek, clean lines and is a permanent bespoke model, exuding both dignity and understated elegance.

Snow began to fall from the sky at some unknown time, and the biting night wind whipped against Song Xi's cheeks, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Old Mu held a black-ribbed umbrella in one hand and opened the back door of the car with the other, helping Song Xi into the vehicle.

The carriage was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the cold outside.

As soon as Song Xi got into the car, the discomfort in his waist and abdomen disappeared almost instantly.

She sat in the dark brown chair, took out her phone, and texted Qin Fanghao and Shang Shixu, asking if they had arrived home and if she had returned.

It was late when we returned to the courtyard house.

No sooner had Song Xi stepped into the east wing than Steward Qin led the doctor over.

She was indeed feeling a little unwell, but she didn't refuse. She calmly sat down and let the doctor examine her.

When the doctor asked her about her symptoms, Song Xi said, "A little dizziness, insomnia, vomiting, and a heavy feeling in my stomach. It's probably because I just got back and am not used to the new environment. Could you please prescribe some medicine for me?"

Suddenly remembering that she had to go to the company tomorrow, Song Xi asked again, "Is there any medicine that works faster?"

In the end, the doctor gave her an IV drip.

Song Xi nestled in the white sofa, listlessly playing on her phone.

The medicine dripped out, and the needle was removed. She looked quite radiant, stood up, stretched her limbs, and seemed to have regained her senses.

If life were a TV series, the comments section would probably be filled with phrases like, "I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

Song Xi reminded Steward Qin, "Don't tell Madam about this."

She didn't want her aunt to worry.

“I understand,” Butler Qin replied knowingly.

As Butler Qin saw the doctor off, Song Xi was about to go upstairs when she suddenly heard Butler Qin speak in a respectful tone: "You're back."

Who's back?

Song Xi tilted her head and curiously peered towards the door.

The next second, she was caught off guard and met Zhao Yansen's cold, sharp, narrow black eyes. His eyes glanced at her, and the emotions hidden in the dim light were mottled and indistinct.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, and the snowflakes fluttered down, adorning the plants in the courtyard as if covered with a pure and white veil.

He stood at the end of the quiet, long corridor, bathed in light, wearing a well-tailored suit, his figure like a clothes hanger, exuding a carefree and dashing charm.

It felt so unreal, like an elusive phantom in a dream.

Aren't you cold wearing so little?

As Song Xi hesitated whether to go over and say hello, Zhao Yansen had already calmly stretched out his long legs and walked away in the opposite direction.

Song Xi had no choice but to give up.

She went upstairs to her room, put her phone on the bedside table to charge, and then took a nice hot bath.

An hour later, after coming out of the bathroom, Song Xi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony.

It was too cold for her to go outside. Instead, she opened a small gap and peeked out with her head wrapped in a hair towel.

Zhao Yansen's bedroom is right next to hers, and their balconies are parallel, allowing them to see each other's lighting.

The balcony not far away was pitch black, without a single ray of light, as thick as ink that had been spread out.

Didn't you go back to your room, or did you leave again?
Pull your head back.

A nightlight beside the dressing table cast a bright white glow, clearly illuminating the delicate features of the girl in the mirror.

Song Xi dried her hair, felt a little hungry, grabbed a coat and put it on, then went downstairs to find something to eat.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into the man coming upstairs. She stopped two steps away, her gaze slightly higher than his.

"Brother, you are back."

Zhao Yansen was lightly wet; the snowflakes on his shoulders melted, leaving a damp stain. He glanced at her indifferently with his dark eyes: "What, you don't want me to come back?"

Tips
1. 1v1, both partners are virgins

2. The female lead seems well-behaved, but is actually a bit crazy.
3. The male lead is possessive and a top-tier sister-complex.
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