Fatal Desire

Chapter 53 Unconventional Flirting

Since he asked, she had no reason not to tell him.

Song Xi whispered, "You're mean to me and taking your anger out on me."

"I'm being mean to you?" Zhao Yansen chuckled, his tone tinged with a mix of helplessness and satisfaction. "How am I being mean to you? I say one sentence and you reply with three. So who's being mean to whom?"

“Not only are you being mean to me, but you also think I talk too much!” Song Xi said immediately.

Zhao Yansen couldn't help but laugh.

This little mouth keeps chattering away; I don't know who spoiled her like that, she's so delicate that you can't tolerate even a harsh word from her.

His strong arms hooked around her knees, and his large hands held her fair ankles, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Insubordination."

“Then why are you bullying your inferiors?” Song Xi retorted, then changed the subject and said magnanimously, “Now that I’m in a higher position, I won’t bully my inferiors anymore. I forgive you.”

She was on his back, which is roughly equivalent to another kind of 'on'.

A powerful figure in the arena, possessing the ability to command influence and the ruthless methods to intimidate, yet he indulges his younger sister.

Song Xi turned to look at the pretty white shoes abandoned in the pavilion, "What should I do with my shoes?"

Those shoes are a limited edition.

"Throw it away, I'll buy you a new one." The man spoke lavishly, his tone extremely casual, after all, he was a man who was neither short of money nor power.

Song Xi wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned against his broad, sturdy back, and swallowed the words about the shoes being a one-of-a-kind item.

Zhao Yansen always keeps his word.

The lakeside is planted with lush pear trees. When the breeze blows, the pear blossoms, like fragrant white snow, sway and dance in the air.

Zhao Yansen tilted his head slightly and glanced at her: "What's wrong with your menstrual cramps?"

"It refers to the periodic pain that girls experience during or around their menstrual period," explained Song Xi.

Zhao Yansen turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of meaning: "Didn't things get better before?"

When Song Xi had her first period, she was in terrible pain. Zhao Yansen found her a doctor and kept an eye on her condition. After that, she didn't experience any more pain.

During the years she spent abroad, her living conditions were theoretically no different from those in China, so she shouldn't have started experiencing menstrual cramps again.

Song Xi pursed her lips and casually made up an excuse: "Maybe it's because I'm not used to the local environment."

A very lame excuse.

The man didn't scold her. His dark eyes were misty and sharp, and his tone was slow and unyielding: "Since you left, you should come back intact."

After a moment of silence, Song Xi smiled sweetly and said, "I know."

Her long hair was blown about by the wind, repeatedly drifting to her front and lightly brushing against Zhao Yansen's lips, like a feather gently brushing against them, a soft and delicate feeling that made one's heart itch.

There is only one Song Xi in the world.

She is made up of every second, every drop of effort and energy, not just a nose, mouth, ears, and limbs.

Song Xi rested her chin on Zhao Yansen's shoulder, her cheek inadvertently touching his ear.

She tilted her head and secretly glanced at his handsome face.

The spring sun sometimes cast its light on his face, and sometimes it would hide away fearfully, its movements unpredictable. This movement was quiet, like the blooming of a flower, silent and without a sound.

The man had thin eyelids and thin lips... it seemed that only these two parts of his body were thin, while the rest of his body was strong and robust.

Song Xi looked away, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and rested her cheek on his broad, reassuring shoulders.

Zhao Yansen always possessed a rare, subtle gentleness, unbound by any rules, like a shimmering spring breeze, captivating at first glance. A strange thought suddenly arose in Song Xi's mind:

Will he carry others on his back like this in the future?
She understood this a long time ago.

To become an adult, one must understand certain rules and learn to never break them throughout one's life.

But does growing up necessarily mean weighing options, compromising, or even giving in?

Song Xi realized that the ice she had painstakingly built up in her heart was slowly melting, converging into a stream in the warm spring season, rushing rapidly towards the damp and sticky forbidden land.

After a long silence, Song Xi couldn't help but speak again: "My sister is so good to you, what is there to be angry about?"

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Tell me what's so good about you."

"Look, you're complaining about me again. What's wrong with me?"

Song Xi threatened him harshly in his ear, "Be careful, when you get old, I won't take care of you in your old age."

Zhao Yansen scoffed dismissively: "Do I need you to support me in my old age?"

"Why wouldn't I need it? I'm good at making money," Song Xi said proudly. "I'm a unicorn in pharmaceutical research, and I'm expected to be listed on Nasdaq in about two years, or at the latest, no more than three years."

The man chuckled softly, but then declined in a curt tone: "No need."

"Brother, please accept it." Song Xi persisted.

He still refused.

"Why? I wouldn't raise anyone else. Don't rush to refuse. Let me tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Song Xi was particularly talkative in front of her relatives. "Take your time to think it over, but don't take too long. You know I'm only enthusiastic for a short time, so you have to agree before I change my mind."

No matter what she said, Zhao Yansen refused in an uncompromising tone, and after refusing her two or three times, he couldn't be bothered with her anymore.

This man is cold-hearted and ruthless.

Song Xi pouted, bored, and told him to give her the watch. Zhao Yansen didn't ask what she wanted it for, and told her to just take it.

Song Xi clung tightly to his shoulders and back, her slender, fair fingers deftly unfastening the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her sideways, his eyes suddenly darkening.

A joyful smile appeared on the girl's face as she held his wristwatch in her fair hands, examining it curiously from all angles.

Her touching might have been just because she found it interesting.

Little do people know that a certain kind of spiritual care that transcends objects can sometimes produce a different kind of flirtatious effect.

Upon entering the main building, the servants had already prepared shoes. Song Xi wore an expensive Patek Philippe watch on her wrist and put on the new shoes, which fit perfectly, were soft and comfortable.

Zhao Yansen leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets and saw her stomp her feet twice, showing no intention of returning the watch to him.

To embezzle openly and honestly.

It wasn't dinner time yet, but Song Xi asked the maid where Madam Xiao and the young master were, and then headed towards the hall, completely ignoring the man behind her.

Zhao Yansen was too lazy to argue with her, so he strode over with long strides and leisurely steps.

The hall was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which has a calming and soothing effect. On the coffee table, a purple clay teapot emitted wisps of steam, its aroma filling the air; a single gram of Da Hong Pao tea could cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Song Xi sat down and had just taken a couple of sips of tea when she heard Old Madam Xiao say to Zhao Yansen, "You don't like any of those girls, so you already have someone in mind?"

Zhao Yansen leaned against the back of the sofa and glanced at Song Xi, who was facing him sideways, chatting with Zhao Chengyou with a smile.

Madam Xiao continued, "Xunzhi is the same age as you, and his child can already run."

Zhao Yansen tapped his long fingers on the armrest twice casually and said lazily, "How many do you want?"

(End of this chapter)