Fatal Desire

Chapter 62 Only Song Xi could make him make an exception.

After returning home, Song Xi went to sleep in silence.

Surprisingly, she slept very well all night. In fact, it was probably second only to her wedding night.

Could it be that Zhao Yansen's kiss was a sleeping pill on the banks of the Seine?
Waking up refreshed, Song Xi was even able to spare the time to let her thoughts wander.

After washing up, she first worked out at the gym for an hour, sweating profusely, before showering and changing clothes and going to the restaurant to have breakfast with her aunt.

A few days ago, Song Xi instructed Steward Qin to replace the flowers in the garden with palace lantern lilies and clivia. She hadn't had time to properly appreciate them yet. This day, after breakfast, Song Xi strolled around the yard with great interest.

The bright spring sunshine shines down, making the courtyard sparkle. The lush foliage and vibrant colors of the precious flowers create a magnificent and colorful scene.

The lawn sprinklers started working, and the splashing water wet Song Xi's clean, bony knees. She exclaimed and turned away from the trouble.

Zhao Yansen returned at this time.

As soon as Song Xi looked up, her gaze met his head.

The girl stood frozen in place, her bright, dark eyes fixed on Zhao Yansen, the light illuminating the fine, pale golden down on her cheeks.

She was very thin, and the elegant white dress made her look slender and graceful. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few strands of her dark hair were lifted by the breeze, radiating a bright vitality.

She lacked the coquettish charm she had when we kissed in bed last night.

The antique paintings and decorations displayed in the home not only reflect the owner's changing moods but also change with the seasons, taking into account the right time, place, people, and feng shui.

After consulting with Song Yunyu, Steward Qin prepared to go to the warehouse to select suitable items. As he strolled through the garden, he saw Zhao Yansen and immediately bowed respectfully to greet him.

The man's gaze drifted over again, and Song Xi finally spoke, "Brother."

She spoke softly, unlike the rebellious woman who argued with him last night and defended her right to 'sleep with men'.

The phone rang; it was Jiang Shangxue calling.

Song Xi was a little surprised. She pulled herself back to reality, stopped looking at Zhao Yansen, and started walking in the opposite direction while swiping to answer the call.

Jiang Shangxue didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "I'd like to ask you for a favor regarding Weixian's matter."

Song Xi moved her phone away, glanced at the call screen to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and said, "What's the matter?"

“It’s related to the Meng family’s project.” Jiang Shangxue asked her, “Are you free today? Let’s meet and talk.”

“This afternoon is fine,” Song Xi said.

Neither of them were the type to be fussy or complicated, so they quickly agreed to meet at the Bulgari Hotel.

In the spacious, high-ceilinged interior, Song Xi and Jiang Shangxue sat elegantly by the window, overlooking a lush garden with a wide view. A delicate English afternoon tea was laid out on the table.

Although Jiang Shangxue was Meng Weixian's ex-girlfriend, she didn't have much contact with Song Xi and Qin Fanghao.

The circle of people exchanged resources and connections frequently, and such social interactions were considered normal. Song Xi was not surprised by Jiang Shangxue's invitation.

Last year, the Meng family signed a five-year construction project agreement with Dingce. However, Dingce and Stratalux went bankrupt shortly after their merger, causing the cooperation to fall through.

The Northwest Project was the Meng family's lifeline.

Song Xi understood: "According to you, the Northwest project is very important to the Meng family, so why not send Brother Boyu?"

Meng Boyu is the rightful heir to the Meng family. Meng Weixian, that playboy obsessed with astronomy, would rather die than work on a construction site carrying bricks; he'd probably smash his own foot in the process. He's utterly incapable of running a business.

Jiang Shangxue: "When Huasong Group tendered the project to the Meng family, it appointed Weixian to supervise the progress on-site until completion."

Meng Weixian was stationed there, and Meng Boyu would occasionally visit... It all sounded normal.

Song Xi took a sip of tea, waiting for Jiang Shangxue to continue.

“Weixian is spoiled and can’t handle hardship. He won’t stay there for long. We want him to come back after a while.” Jiang Shangxue paused for a moment, then said, “But we need to consult Mr. Zhao beforehand.”

Upon hearing this, Song Xi raised her eyes: "The CEO of Huasong Group is Jiang Liangqun. What does this have to do with my brother?"

“Jiang Liangqun is following Mr. Zhao’s orders,” Jiang Shangxue said. They always spoke only to the point, never revealing every detail, but they both understood each other perfectly.

Since Jiang Liangqun of Huasong Group is Zhao Yansen's man, why doesn't Meng Boyu just go directly to him?
Song Xi thought to herself, her brother is very easy to talk to.

After clarifying the relationship, Song Xi nodded: "I'll go back and ask my brother what he thinks."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shangxue sighed, "This is troublesome."

Song Xi agreed, and the matter was basically resolved.

The powerful and wealthy are inherently driven by power and profit, let alone the high-ranking prince. When it comes to interests, they can be as ruthless as they want.

Only his sister could make him make an exception.

Song Xi was unaware of Jiang Shangxue's inner thoughts. As she slowly ate her scones, she couldn't help but sigh.

The two young masters of the Meng family truly possess the magnanimity inherited from their ancestors.

Meng Weixian attended his ex-girlfriend's and older brother's wedding as a groomsman; Meng Boyu didn't mind his wife going to great lengths for her ex-boyfriend.

What are the Zhao family's ancestral traditions?
Perhaps because of the large age difference, Song Xi couldn't figure out what Zhao Yansen and Zhao Chengyou were similar in.

When Zhao Yansen went home for dinner that evening, Song Xi sat opposite him and curiously examined him for a few seconds.

Zhao Yansen keenly noticed, but did not stop her, allowing the energetic girl to peer into his body with her eyes.

As the young master grew up and no longer needed anyone to worry about him, Song Yunyu began to focus her attention on her niece. She watched Song Xi take her medicine and had a nutritionist specially prepare her diet... After the million-dollar yellow croaker maw entered her stomach, Song Xi felt that she was being overly nourished, and the cells in her body seemed to be sprinting a hundred meters, noisy and boiling.

She felt much calmer after taking a shower.

After dinner, Zhao Yansen left the courtyard. Song Xi didn't find an opportunity to talk to him about the Meng family, and wondered if he would come back tonight.

She put on her frameless glasses, sat at her desk, and focused on her work. By the time she finished, it was nearly midnight.

Stretching, Song Xi remembered Jiang Shangxue's request and decided to try her luck to see if Zhao Yansen was there.

She walked to his door, but unusually hesitated.

I've typed it so many times before that I'm now rusty.

In the end, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He is back.

The door opened from the inside, and a tall, imposing man appeared before Song Xi. She looked up at him, obediently calling him "Brother," and explained her purpose:

"Can we remove Meng Weixian from that project?"

Zhao Yansen looked down at the girl, his expression showing no anger, yet a sense of oppression was overwhelming.

"?" Song Xi was puzzled, her eyes trembling slightly.

Zhao Yansen did not answer her previous question, but turned and stepped into the room, gesturing for her to follow.

"Come in."

"okay."

Song Xi glanced at the man's large hand; it was pale and bony, long and strong, containing a terrifying yet restrained power.

Something popped into her mind, and she paused thoughtfully.

Without warning, the large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room with immeasurable force.

"Um...what to do?"

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