Fatal Desire

Chapter 55 Male Beauty is the Most Dangerous
The dizziness of being swept away by the ocean waves extends from the dream into reality.

When Song Xi opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight, and the morning light lifted a corner of the gauze curtain, shining into her eyes.

She stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, her thoughts as chaotic as dust motes dancing in the light.

A moment later, Song Xi rolled over and lay face down on the bed, burying her face deeply into the pillow.

"Ah... this dream is too unreal..."

Song Xi let out a soft moan, covered her burning cheeks, and burrowed into the blankets, making a mess of her hair.

Zhao Yansen would never be so harsh on her.

Even in matters of the flesh, he was reluctant to exert himself.

He could make her feel good without lifting a finger.

Early in the morning, with her heart and blood surging, Song Xi rolled around several times before calming down.

She poked her head out from under the covers and glanced at the clock.

seven thirty.

I have to have breakfast with my maternal grandparents.

Song Xi slowly got out of bed, washed up, and went into the dressing room to change her clothes. While doing so, she opened her phone, logged into her alternate account, and posted a new status update.

I hope our attraction is mutual, not something I obtained through any means.

The accompanying image is of a dazzling, bright starry sky. The stars in the deep blue sky shine like diamonds.

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There was an urgent official document that needed to be stamped, so Secretary Qiu took a car to the compound on the outskirts of Beijing early in the morning.

His car was different from that gentleman's; he couldn't drive directly up the mountain, so he transferred to the park's shuttle bus at the foot of the mountain.

After receiving permission, Secretary Qiu walked into the office at the end of the deep corridor.

The office was spacious, simple, and airy. The entire east and west walls were lined with neatly arranged books and files, giving it the appearance of a library at first glance, exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere. A solid wood desk stood before the south-facing window, and a distinguished, aloof man sat before it.

The posture of someone in a high position looking down on the masses, the black silk shirt fits him perfectly, the cuffs are rolled up twice, and his firm muscles are faintly visible.

Secretary Qiu stepped forward, his back bent at a perfect angle, opened the kraft paper bag, and presented the paper document.

"We are awaiting instructions."

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyelids, browsed through the contents, and then slowly took the red clay seal and stamped it.

Secretary Qiu took the document, sealed it with thread in front of him, and then turned it upside down and flipped it from all angles. The document was important and could not be made to any mistake.

After making sure there were no problems, he smiled and said, "I won't disturb you and your family any longer, so I'll take my leave now."

Zhao Yansen remained unfazed, took a cigarette from the pack, loosely held it to his lips, and lit it.

Secretary Qiu bent down and left.

The building stands amidst the mountains and forests, a place of deep tranquility. Occasionally, a gentle breeze will drift by, passing by the delicate white magnolias blooming outside the window, carrying wisps of their fragrance into the room.

Zhao Yansen reached into the black ashtray, lightly flicked off the ash, held his phone in his large hand, swiped the screen, and his dark eyes gleamed slightly.

New developments.

They attract each other, like a star map.

The faint light in Zhao Yansen's eyes gradually pressed down, and his long, thick eyelashes cast a somber shadow beneath his eyelids.

The simple-minded boy from the Meng family seems to be studying astronomy.

Meng Weixian once tried to 'lure' Song Xi to go to the Northwest to watch the meteor shower and observe celestial phenomena by having her lie to Zhao Yansen, saying it was a summer camp organized by the school.

That silly boy is immature and might do something stupid at any time. He looks like a student in a best man's suit, but he's young and knows how to cause trouble.

Zhao Yansen guessed that a lively and energetic girl like Song Xi would probably prefer to be with people her own age, and a sudden feeling of irritation welled up in his heart.

He cherished her dearly, afraid of ever wronging her, but occasionally he couldn't help but want to argue with Song Xi about something.

Zhao Yansen toyed with his phone, tapping it once or twice, and in a moment, dialed Luo Xiao's number.

The call was answered instantly: "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yansen took a drag of his cigarette, a thin wisp of smoke escaping from his lips, his voice muffled: "Give the Northwest project to the Meng family, and let their idiot go." "Yes, I'll arrange it right now."

It took Luo Xiao a while to realize who the Second Fool was. He didn't understand how the Second Young Master Meng had offended this Crown Prince, but he still immediately agreed.

Of all people to offend, I had to offend this one. I can only hope for the best.

Around 11 a.m., Song Yunyu and Zhao Zongting arrived.

When Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao saw them, the smiles on their faces instantly faded. The warm atmosphere did not become more lively with the increase in the number of people; instead, it became more solemn.

Song Xi couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, and she became more cautious in her words and actions.

This day was not as easy as yesterday. With a respectful and admiring attitude, she obediently stayed by the side of the respected elder.

The twilight deepened and the sun began to set. Song Xi bid farewell to the two elders, descended the stairs, and pretended not to see Zhao Yansen's Hongqi car as she quickly walked forward.

The man in the car stared at her slender back and frowned.

Upon seeing Zhao Yansen, Song Xi's mind was immediately filled with the wanton dreams of the previous night, and she needed to calm herself down.

On the steps, Mrs. Xiao watched as one black car after another drove away. Two little heads popped out of the back windows, waving and smiling as they said goodbye to her.

Once the car was out of sight, the maid stepped forward and reminded her, "Madam, it's chilly at night, why don't you come inside?"

Madam Xiao turned gracefully and walked slowly inside: "Was it really Sen-ge who carried Xi-er back yesterday?"

"It's true. Miss accidentally got her shoes wet while fishing."

My shoes got wet during the day.

She did the same at night.

Song Xi turned her head and stared at the fleeting lights outside the car window, briefly summarizing this trip to visit relatives.

She swallowed hard and looked down at the men's watch on her slender wrist.

Anyone with eyes can tell at a glance that it's not hers.

Male beauty is the most dangerous.

Song Xi was powerless against the cool and safe aura emanating from Zhao Yansen. Last night's erotic dream acted as a catalyst, urging her to get even closer to him.

This kind of intimacy occurs in normal male-female relationships and is beautiful and joyful, which is why people use the phrase "the joy of fish and water" to describe it.

But what happened between them, who grew up together, was abnormal and clingy.

Dirty yet vivid.

He asked her if she understood even the slightest bit of shame.

She understood; he simply didn't have any improper thoughts about her.

Even though he doesn't like her at all, he can unconditionally fulfill her wishes and sleep with her just because she's her.

Song Xi sometimes really resented Zhao Yansen.

If you don't like her, then just ignore her.

How cruel it is to be nice to her on one hand, and tell her he doesn't like her on the other.

Return to the courtyard.

After getting out of the car, Song Xi politely said goodnight to Song Yunyu and Zhao Zongting, then turned and went back to her bedroom.

Zhao Yansen and Zhao Zongting discussed official business in the study for half an hour. When they came out, they glanced at the gentle moon in the sky.

In the past, Song Xi wished he could tell her every minute of his schedule.

Now, she doesn't care whether he comes home or gets hurt.

Zhao Yansen went upstairs and walked to Song Xi's room. Light streamed out through the gap between the door and the floor, the light was faint but within reach.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door wouldn't open, so Song Xi calmly asked through the door, "What is it?"

(End of this chapter)