Fatal Desire

Chapter 58: Engraved with words unique to her

Her expression and tone held no hint of ambiguity, yet Zuo Ci's heart skipped a beat.

He stared blankly, then heard his own voice say, "Never been in a relationship... single."

"So, do you have a girl you like or are currently pursuing?" Song Xi asked again.

She is very special; her voice, appearance, and the aura she exudes all possess a magical power that makes people submit to her.

Zuo Ci lowered his head and smiled shyly, "Not yet."

Song Xi tapped her fingertips on the windowsill a few times slowly, then smiled brightly: "Perfect, otherwise I was worried it would be inconvenient if you had a girlfriend."

"An apology needs to be sincere. How about you come shopping with me?"

The streetlights fell on her bright face, as if coating it with a thin layer of cold light, making her look inexplicably gentle and lonely.

"How long will it take?" Zuo Ci asked subconsciously.

Song Xi glanced at her watch, then looked at him outside the car: "Two hours. I'll take you back to school after we're done shopping."

She knew he had to go back to school tonight, or rather, she knew everything about him.

Zuo Ci glanced at the back seat, then at the passenger seat, seemingly hesitating about where to sit.

“Here.” Song Xi gestured to the passenger seat.

Zuo Ci hadn't been in the entertainment industry for long, but he knew about the legendary sugar daddy. He sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and felt extremely uneasy.

It was late, and the night was as black as ink, just like the heart of a capitalist.

The girl in the driver's seat, effortlessly wielding the steering wheel, is a white figure, transcending capitalists—clean, dazzling, and unattainable.

Song Xi glanced at the young male college student next to her. He had a soft appearance and belonged to the category of "pretty boy" as described online.

A puppy.

Completely different from Zhao Yansen's aggressively handsome yet cold-hearted appearance.

When her brother was eighteen or nineteen, he was spirited, handsome, and noble, and never showed any shyness or helplessness.

Upon entering the luxury goods section of the mall, Zuo Ci suddenly realized that this young lady genuinely needed someone to accompany her shopping and carry her things, rather than taking advantage of him.

Moreover, he discovered that this beautiful young lady was down-to-earth and could wear both expensive luxury clothes and ordinary-priced clothes.

Her confidence does not come from material possessions, so she does not need to accumulate luxury goods.

Zuo Ci, acting as the young lady's attendant, carried shopping bags in both hands and watched as she bought two ice creams.

Song Xi smiled and handed him the ice cream: "Here you go."

At this point, Zuo Ci could accept the gift with peace of mind, but she was still a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

After finishing their ice cream, the two went to the Patek Philippe Mansion. When they came out again, exactly two hours had passed, and Song Xi drove Zuo Ci back to school.

Zuo Ci broadened his horizons considerably that night, like tasting a piece of candy he had never eaten before, and countless sweet feelings welled up in his heart.

After getting off the bus, he stood in front of it, nervously clutching the strap of his backpack, and boldly asked Song Xi for her contact information.

Song Xi gave it to him, then took a black and gold box from the shopping bag and tossed it out, her tone gentle:

"Thanks for your hard work today."

After saying that, she started the car and drove off decisively.

Zuo Ci stared at the rear of the Ferrari for a while before snapping out of his daze and looking down at the things in his arms.

I recently bought a men's watch from Patek Philippe.

She just gave it to him like that?!
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Houston, the energy capital of the United States. Home to NASA's Johnson Space Center, which also houses Texas Medical Center, one of the world's largest medical complexes.

The JM Group is a renowned, mysterious, and wealthy Jewish financial family in the United States, with influence extending to all sectors of the national economy.

Today, after discussing the cooperation with distinguished guests who had traveled from afar, the head of the conglomerate, Fesdler, specially hosted them at his private estate. In the outdoor hunting grounds, a blonde beauty bent down to pour wine, while the sounds of animals—some joyful, some tranquil, and some mournful—drifted faintly from the nearby woods.

Zhao Yansen sat in the main seat of the sofa, not glancing to the side, his long fingers holding his phone, swiping it listlessly.

The most recent chat log was when she messaged me saying she wanted to plant some lilies and clivia in the yard.

Instead of asking for his opinion, just let him know.

“Mr. Zhao, hunting is a pleasure, why not give it a try?” Fesdler asked Zhao Yansen, having the beautiful woman place the gun on the table.

"Go ahead and play." Zhao Yansen's voice was so indifferent that no emotion could be discerned.

Having met him not on the first day, Fesdler knew his nature well: he was a man of his word, and prioritized profit above all else. So he didn't try to persuade him any further and got up to go hunting on his own.

Zhao Yansen leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, his eyelids barely lifting as he glanced at the gun reflecting a cold light on the table, showing little reaction.

He caught a glimpse of a squirrel on a tree branch not far away and suddenly remembered something from the past.

That year, Song Xi was eager to learn archery from him. When she arrived at the club and was changing her equipment, she looked around curiously and saw something inside a cabinet, so she climbed in to investigate.

Song Xi turned around and called out to him, "Brother."

Zhao Yansen bent down, took out the black item inside with his left hand, and at the same time reached in with his right hand to pull her out of the cabinet.

"Why do you always crawl around everywhere, like a little squirrel?" he said, his gaze sweeping over Song Xi's messy, tousled hair.

"What is this?" Song Xi asked with a sweet smile, her eyebrows curving upwards.

Zhao Yansen opened the black leather bag, and inside was a gun.

Song Xi raised her hand and touched the gun barrel with interest: "Can I use it?"

Zhao Yansen strode up behind her and manipulated her fingers: "Hold it with both hands, like this... don't let your fingertips leave the trigger."

He taught Song Xi the basic movements step by step, and when he saw the girl in front of him covering her face, she exclaimed "Wow!" in surprise.

"I want to learn this." Song Xi changed her mind at the last minute, turned back to look at him, her big eyes sparkling.

Archery and spear fighting were no different to Zhao Yansen, so he followed her wishes and taught her how to use a spear.

During practice, she mentioned coming back to learn archery again and ordering a bow and arrow for Song Xi. Zhao Yansen looked down at her:

"You can embroider words on your bows and arrows, whatever you want."

Song Xi likes fancy and whimsical things, and she wants to engrave her own unique words on everything that belongs to her.

"Xixi!"

"Princess Xixi's Xixi?" Zhao Yansen's dark eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement as he teased her.

Song Xi, completely oblivious, nodded obediently: "Mm!"

The little squirrel on the branch disappeared in a flash. Zhao Yansen lazily squinted his eyes, feeling much happier than before.

The next second, the phone rang. After answering, Luo Xiao on the other end said:

"Entertainment reporters photographed the woman on a secret date with a male celebrity, but all the press releases about the scandal have been blocked."

Zhao Yansen's eyes suddenly darkened, and the little bit of good mood he had just risen instantly turned to ashes.

Luo Xiao reported everything the entertainment reporter had photographed and all the information he had gathered to the Crown Prince.

The very obedient and honest Song Xi not only drove the car he personally picked out for her to go on dates with other men, but also gave the other men a men's watch.

The golden sunlight shone down, illuminating Zhao Yansen's extremely gloomy eyes.

She took the watch from him, but gave it to another man?

(End of this chapter)