Fatal Desire

Chapter 6 Zhao Yansen treated her like a treasure.

"I hope so." Song Xi's face beamed with the same radiant smile as always.

Zhao Yansen lazily lifted his long eyelashes, his gaze subtly scrutinizing her.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, as fair as snow, and her appearance was strikingly beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and her smile had a sweet charm that was endearing.

This little body is so fragile that it could be blown away by a strong wind.

Zhao Yansen asked casually, "Eating grass every day abroad?"

“I didn’t eat grass, and my three meals a day were normal.” Song Xi truthfully explained, “The water and soil incompatibility is most likely due to my body’s inability to react, and it has little to do with the food I ate.”

"The doctor gave me an IV drip, and I'm all better now."

Zhao Yansen was indifferent; he slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks and walked past her.

Song Xi was puzzled, but she still turned her head and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, thank you for tonight."

She thanked both Uncle Mu and the doctor in person.

Song Xi was wearing a floor-length slip dress made of thin material. Before leaving the room, she had deliberately put on an extra cardigan.

When she turned to look back at Zhao Yansen, the silk hem of her skirt brushed against his ankles, light and cool.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhao Yansen's tone was indifferent, and the meaning behind it was all too clear.

Now that she's in the Zhao family, she shouldn't give outsiders a chance to criticize her or say that the Zhao family has mistreated her.

Even if it wasn't Song Xi, but Li Xi or Song Bei, he would treat them all the same.

Song Xi obediently replied, "Okay."

She stood there, gazing at Zhao Yansen's hands hanging at his sides—

The fingers are long and beautiful, and the pale blue veins on the back of the hand meander like distant mountains without a single flaw.

She had once meticulously sketched, bitten, and caressed those hands.

The man's wrist bones were cold white and lean, with a glaring red flash across them.

I don't know if it's a red string or something else.

Song Xi looked again.

The white light overhead illuminated the emptiness; the person from the dream had vanished without a trace.

Perhaps it was because she had returned to this city that old memories frequently appeared in her dreams.

When Song Xi first met Zhao Yansen, she had just turned eight.

Before this, all her knowledge of Zhao Yansen came from her aunt.

Song Yunyu instructed her to be polite and follow the rules when moving into the new home, as the Zhao family were all outstanding, a top-tier family, and held high positions of power.

Her school registration could be transferred from the southern part of the city to a top school in the capital, and her living environment could be changed from a small city with ordinary infrastructure to a prime location in the capital where land is extremely valuable.

Every time Zhao Yansen is mentioned, Song Yunyu's eyes are filled with admiration and envy.

Therefore, Song Xi's first impression of him was: a young master from a powerful and influential family, who was superior to others from birth, and who was completely different from her.

The day we moved into the Zhao family's house was a sunny day.

Song Xi followed behind her aunt, passing by a six-fold silk screen embroidered with a complete bamboo pattern, and saw a handsome young man leaning lazily against a sandalwood armchair, casually casting his gaze over her.

He casually toyed with the cup with his long, slender fingers, while sunlight streamed into the room from the window behind him, its golden light dazzlingly bright.

But it couldn't compare to the nonchalant smile beneath the boy's lazy brows.

Her aunt bent down and gently reminded her, "Xixi, from now on he will be your brother."

He looked at her, his expression indifferent, as if she were invisible.

Song Xi, dressed in a new pale yellow dress, looked like a timid sunflower, calling out softly.

"elder brother."

At that time, she never imagined that one day Zhao Yansen would treat her like a precious treasure.

Reluctant to exert even a little effort.

……

The next morning, after washing up, Song Xi went to the dining room to say goodbye to Song Yunyu before leaving the courtyard.

People at the table are enjoying their meal in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Song Xi glanced at Zhao Yansen, but the man ignored her, as if she wasn't worth even half a second of his attention.

“Auntie, Chengyou, I’m in a hurry to get to the company, so I won’t have breakfast with you!” “How can you have the energy to work if you don’t eat breakfast? Pack it up and eat it on the way. Hey… this child is still the same as before.”

Watching Song Xi's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Song Yunyu turned back and said to Zhao Yansen sitting opposite her, "Xixi has been busy with work since she came back from the United States and hasn't had much rest."

“She doesn’t feel tired.” Zhao Yansen put down his knife and fork, his tone casual.

"Yes," Song Yunyu smiled gently, "as long as she doesn't find it tiring or difficult."

"But Xixi is the same. You rarely come back, so she should at least stay and have breakfast with you."

Zhao Yansen moved out and lived alone a long time ago. Last night was the first time he had returned home in four years.

Zhao Yansen remained calm: "It's alright."

Seeing that he really didn't care, Song Yunyu smiled and asked him again how his breakfast was and whether it suited his taste.

Meanwhile, Zhao Chengyou secretly took out his phone and tattled on Song Xi.

"Sister, Mom says you're not a good enough parent."

When Song Xi received the message, she roughly understood and replied with a smile, "Oh? Then I'll just be your older sister from now on."

Zhao Chengyou: "It's understandable that you don't want to be one."

Despite his young age, he speaks in a more old-fashioned way than she does.

Song Xi tapped her slender, fair fingers lightly on her phone screen twice and slowly typed: "Please send me a WeChat message from my older brother. I'll go apologize to him."

As for what kind of apology to offer, who knows?

Did you not pay your respects to the Crown Prince?

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The warm morning sunlight shone down, illuminating the courtyard and highlighting the vibrant colors of the precious plants and flowers.

Zhao Yansen is the only cool tone in the bright and colorful scene.

He was exceptionally tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His clothes fluttered in the breeze, reflecting the faint sunlight, giving him an air of refined elegance despite his unconventional appearance.

Zhao Chengyou did not immediately send Zhao Yansen's WeChat to Song Xi. Firstly, due to his upbringing in a prominent family, he was not allowed to make decisions on his own. Secondly, there was the issue of blood ties; he was somewhat afraid of his half-brother.

After Zhao Yansen ended the call, Zhao Chengyou held his phone and slowly walked up.

"Big brother."

"what's up."

The man's voice was slightly lower than usual, carrying an air of indifferent languor.

Holding his phone, young Master Zhao politely asked, "My sister wants to add you on WeChat. Can I pass it on to her?"

It was as if they had suddenly fallen silent.

The air fell silent for a few moments.

Add me on WeChat.

Zhao Yansen repeated himself slowly and deliberately, raising an eyebrow slightly, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Chengyou: "My sister said she wants to apologize to you."

Zhao Yansen's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "What kind of apology are you talking about?"

“Not paying respects to the Crown Prince is a capital offense,” Zhao Chengyou quoted Song Xi verbatim.

"..."

Zhao Yansen gave a cold, dismissive sneer. "No need."

The refusal was clean and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Okay," Zhao Chengyou said dejectedly.

He held his phone, opened his chat with Song Xi, and typed a reply.

"Sister, my brother said there's no need for greetings, his contact information..."

Just as Zhao Chengyou was halfway through knocking, a thick shadow suddenly fell over him, enveloping him.

Looking up, she saw the man who had just coldly rejected her.

Zhao Chengyou was stunned: "Big brother."

With his well-defined fingers, Zhao Yansen casually toyed with the lighter. His long eyelashes drooped lazily, and with a 'click,' a pale blue flame rose.

"Push it to her."

(End of this chapter)