Fatal Desire

Chapter 59 Why are you here?
On Saturday morning, Song Xi sat on the swing in the courtyard, eating Hong Kong-style dim sum while making a video call with Qin Fanghao.

The swing's two ropes are adorned with exquisite flowers, the cushions are soft and comfortable, and the decor is subtly luxurious, making it feel like a princess's exclusive seat.

"You want the entertainment reporters' contact information just to feed them? President Xi, you're a real bodhisattva." Qin Fanghao was on set, the background was a bit noisy, and his tone was sarcastic, clearly not understanding why Song Xi would fabricate scandals for the media.

"The press release didn't go through, so feeding failed." Song Xi lightly tapped her toes and slowly swayed on the swing.

Qin Fanghao: "Aren't you afraid your brother will get angry?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Song Xi said fearlessly with a contented smile in his eyes, "The emperor is far away and can't control me for the time being."

The makeup artist came to touch up Qin Fanghao's makeup. She glanced at the camera sideways and asked, "What are your plans for today? Are you free to go to the hot springs?"

"Today won't work. I have an appointment at the tea house at 3 p.m. to discuss business."

Which teahouse?

"Over there on the North Fourth Ring Road," Song Xi said. "It's quite far from where the film crew is shooting. Let's reschedule for another day."

"OK, I'll hang up now."

Song Xi had an appointment with Jin Minchuan in the afternoon. Regarding the last incident, the Drug Administration personnel probably didn't have any evidence, so they came over after hearing a little bit of a rumor.

The industry is fiercely competitive, and it's not uncommon for people to be outwardly friendly but inwardly report each other. However, she always felt that the person who reported Morningside was up to no good this time.

The teahouse club is located deep in a hutong, in a relatively secluded location. Song Xi drove there, passing by many luxury cars along the way.

She slowly stopped at the door, handed the car keys to the security guard, and walked straight in.

The ancient-style building exudes a restrained and elegant Chinese atmosphere. The crabapple blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, their petals as delicate as silk, pink and translucent. A gentle breeze blows and the petals fall in a shower, as if one were in a pink rain.

Inside the tea room, a light mist of tea steamed in. As soon as Song Xi stepped into the room, the aroma of tea wafted over her nose, its sweetness infused with a refreshing fruity fragrance.

Song Xi and Jin Minchuan sat facing each other, with brewed golden melon tribute tea on the tea table. Each held a cup and took a small sip.

"After seeing Miss Song at the hospital last time, my Lingling has been saying that she saw a fairy." Jin Minchuan said with a smile, praising her appropriately without appearing obsequious or frivolous.

“Lingling is so cute,” Song Xi continued, “I… I remember she wore a hospital gown last time, was she sick?”

When asked about his daughter's illness, Jin Minchuan looked slightly melancholy: "Yes, it's chronic respiratory inflammation, and she's currently receiving medication."

Drug treatment is generally for mild chronic respiratory inflammation.

Song Xi understood: "Lingling is such a lively and healthy child, I believe she will recover soon."

"Thank you, Miss Song."

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Xi began to get down to business. Jin Minchuan apologized to her first, saying that the two new employees did not understand the procedures and that he was sorry for the conflict. He said that he had already disciplined them and that it would not happen again.

The whistleblower sent an anonymous envelope, which Jin Minchuan then handed to Song Xi.

The whole thing sounds like a hoax, just someone playing a prank.

Song Xi tapped the envelope thoughtfully with her fingertip and chuckled, "Director Jin, there's no need to feel too guilty. This matter won't have much impact on the company."

It could even be said that there was a slight blessing in disguise, because the whistleblower verified all the company's medicines, discovered the problem in time, and reduced large-scale losses.

The two talked for half an hour before Jin Minchuan took his leave. Song Xi slowly sipped her tea, examining the sender and recipient information on the envelope in her hand.

The sender is most likely a fake, but the handwriting looks somewhat familiar.

Song Xi put the envelope into her bag, finished her cup of tea, and then got up to leave. As she walked through the courtyard, she ran into Jiang Shangxue, whom she hadn't seen for some time.

Beside her was Li Shuyi, who was wearing a dark blue Beijing-style cheongsam.

The two sisters appearing in the same scene, exuding both coolness and elegance, create a unique scene for spring.

Judging by the time, Jiang Shangxue should have just returned from her honeymoon with Meng Boyu.

Song Xi smiled politely, "Happy wedding."

"Thank you." Jiang Shangxue's voice was clear and pure, yet slightly cold. Her gaze towards Song Xi seemed to hold a hint of melancholy.

"Miss Song, it's a pleasure to meet you." Li Shuyi looked Song Xi up and down and extended her hand in a friendly manner. "We met at the wedding."

The rhinestones in her manicure shone brightly in the sunlight, dazzling Song Xi.

"Miss Li." Song Xi briefly shook hands with Li Shuyi, smiling without changing her expression. "I have to go now."

She lifted her foot and walked towards the door, noticing that the gaze behind her lingered for a while, but Song Xi didn't care much.

She just felt something was off.

Although Zhao Yansen didn't explicitly say he wanted to get married, he felt awkward and caught in the middle when facing his chosen sister-in-law. In terms of various qualities, Song Xi did have feelings for Li Shuyi. A renowned jewelry designer, winner of the Couture Design Awards (the Oscars of the jewelry world), from a respectable family, and the Li family owning a well-known business…

As he pondered this, the car drove out of the alley. The street was deserted, except for a thin figure walking aimlessly.

look familiar.

This is the second time Song Xi has thought of this word today.

She slowly braked, rolled down the window, and spoke to the male college student outside who looked like a lost soul: "Zuo Ci."

That morning, Zuo Ci overheard Song Xi and Qin Fanghao talking about going to a teahouse on the North Third Ring Road in the afternoon. He figured that given her status, she would definitely choose the best teahouse, so after searching for a while, he found this place.

The teahouse was grand and solemn, and it didn't seem like a high-end place he could enter, so he lingered there.

Are they aloof? Some are, too, worried about being shut out.

“Miss Song, what a coincidence.” Zuo Ci turned to look at Song Xi, his smile, which was both refreshing and clumsy, as if they were meeting by chance.

Song Xi didn't expose him, saying, "Where are you going? I'll take you."

Her appearance and personality were extremely pleasing, and Zuo Ci relaxed slightly: "Are you free? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Seemingly afraid that she would misunderstand, he immediately added, "Thanks to you, Director Lin gave me the opportunity to audition for the third male lead. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to get this role."

“No, I just mentioned it casually. He ultimately decided to use you because you fit the role requirements,” Song Xi said casually.

Her refusal left no room for negotiation, leaving Zuo Ci speechless.

After a moment, he cautiously asked, "Are you going shopping today?"

Song Xi stared at him quietly for a moment, making Zuo Ci's back break out in a cold sweat, before she finally spoke: "Get in the car."

Considering the male college student's pride, Song Xi chose a hot pot restaurant for dinner, and the two of them went shopping after they had filled their stomachs.

The process was similar to last time, except that Song Xi didn't go home this time, but checked directly into the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Zuo Ci followed behind her carrying various exquisite gift bags, noticing that the manager had reserved a luxurious two-bedroom private suite for her.

"Just give the things to the receptionist," Song Xi said.

“…Okay.” Zuo Ci was a beat late. After emptying his hands, he took out a black and gold box from his pocket. “This is too valuable, so I’ll return it to you.”

"Take it." Song Xi glanced at it only once. "If anyone causes you trouble recently, remember to tell me."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Ci felt a surge of warmth coursing through his heart. He stood there, stunned, watching Song Xi leave.

Even if a young lady is approachable, her noble status cannot make people ignore the class differences.

Check into the suite.

After taking a shower, Song Xi picked up her charging phone and checked it; there were no messages.

Has Zhao Yansen abandoned her?

Song Xi couldn't help but let her mind wander.

The screen was practically being stared through, but the phone remained completely still.

The ancients guarded the Waiting-for-Husband Stone, she guarded the Waiting-for-Brother Machine.

Song Xi pinched the jade safety buckle below her collarbone, feeling rather annoyed. She rolled around on the spacious bed and suddenly noticed the condoms on the bedside table.

Out of sheer boredom, he reached out and picked it up to examine it closely.

Strawberry flavored ultra-thin version...that's quite interesting.

Since we're bored anyway, why not take it apart and take a look?

Unexpectedly, as soon as the packaging box was torn open, Song Xi heard a soft, slow knocking on the door.

A strange premonition suddenly arose in her heart. She paused, then hurriedly got up, threw the condom into the trash can, ran to the door, and opened it.

Zhao Yansen was dressed in a black suit, with the buttons of his white shirt loosely fastened, revealing his sharp and sexy Adam's apple. He was tall and slender, staring down at her.

Men's eyelashes are naturally long, and because of the light and shadow inside and outside the door, Song Xi couldn't discern the emotions in his eyes, only feeling that the surroundings were excessively cold.

She spoke, her tone a mixture of surprise and shock:
"Brother, you... how did you get here?"

(End of this chapter)