Fatal Desire

Chapter 66 What an outrageous statement!

“The Chi family is the organizer of the party,” Song Xi said. “Many celebrities from Beijing will be attending. Take a look and see if you’re interested.”

She doesn't participate in charity galas or similar events; she basically leaves the decision to Shang Shixu, and whether or not she shows up is entirely up to him.

Chi Wang, that kind of pampered young master who appears to be living a life of extravagance but is actually shrewd and calculating, is very difficult to please.

Shang Shixu pondered for a few seconds before saying, "I'll accept it first, and let you know when I'm going."

"Hmm." Song Xi picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. "I've made some progress on the last whistleblower's letter. The envelope and the return address the whistleblower sent were both fake."

She took out the envelope and handed it to Shang Shixu, continuing, "The person who delivered the letter in the surveillance footage is not the writer; he was entrusted by someone else to deliver it, so we can't trace the source back... But don't you think the handwriting looks familiar?"

Shang Shixu placed the charity gala invitation on his desk, carefully examined the envelope, and suddenly looked up:

"Fu Wenxin".

"Fu Wenxin".

The two spoke almost simultaneously, their voices overlapping.

Fu Wenxin was one of the original four founders of Morningside Ventures.

He was also a former friend of Song Xi and Shang Shixu.

Fu Wenxin and another founder, Cai Yi, had secretly sold their drug patent to an American company. After being swiftly kicked out of Morningside by Song Xi, they disappeared without a trace.

Shang Shixu pulled out a chair and sat opposite Song Xi, his eyes showing a hint of gloom: "She's back?"

“I just got back three months ago,” Song Xi said. “During the riots in the United States, Cai Yi was accidentally shot and killed. Later, by chance, Fu Wenxin met Qiao Kun, who is your biological father. Qiao Kun admires Fu Wenxin very much, and according to rumors, he wants her to marry Qiao Yifan so that she can assist Qiao Yifan in managing the Qiao Group.”

Qiao Yifan failed to win the cooperation project with Zhongrui Group in the last competition with Chenxing. If Fu Wenxin joins the Qiao family, then with the old and new grudges combined, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to join forces with the drug supervision authorities to shut down Chenxing in order to bring it down.

"Qiao Kun would do anything for the company, and Fu Wenxin's wolfish profit-driven nature does indeed fit his requirements," Shang Shixu mocked.

The fact that Qiao Kun abandoned them, mother and son, for personal gain will forever remain a thorn in Shang Shixu's side.

The towering office building's facade reflects the blinding sunlight, while a ray of sunlight shines through the glass window into the office.

Song Xi glanced at the golden sunlight, then looked away and said to Shang Shixu, "I'll take Cheng Nian with me to the Shanghai Pharmaceutical Summit in May. You can go back and take a look then."

Shang Shixu: "Fu Wenxin has a lot of information about Chenxing. We need to find out what she's planning to do."

At this critical juncture for Morningside Ventures, which is crucial for its successful IPO, major mistakes are not an option.

In the afternoon, Song Xi went to the laboratory to verify the list of innovative drugs under development to ensure that they were legal and compliant and would not give anyone any reason to use them against him.

Cheng Nian brought over the contract documents for her to sign and gave a detailed report on her recent work.

Song Xi lowered his eyes and signed the document briskly, then calmly said, "Come with me to a place later."

"Understood, President Song." Cheng Nian took the document, carefully examined the signature, and confirmed that the information was correct.

I went to a luxury brand store to have clothes custom-made by a designer.

Song Xi's clothing is handled by a separate person. She brought Cheng Nian with her this time to have a suit made for the summit.

Cheng Nian was flattered and somewhat apprehensive: "President Song, I appreciate your kindness, but this is too expensive, I can't afford it."

“I’m in a good mood lately, so don’t feel guilty about it.” Song Xi sat in the VIP room drinking tea and eating snacks. “Consider it my gift to you for your official appointment.”

Cheng Nian still felt it was inappropriate and wanted to refuse, but she couldn't persuade Song Xi otherwise.

President Song treats his loyal subordinates very well. He never loses his temper for no reason and often provides benefits. Apart from his high work requirements, he is practically perfect. Cheng Nian once witnessed President Song 'scolding' a 30- or 40-year-old elite executive to tears... The president's authority and oppressive aura are terrifying to contemplate.

When I came out of the store, it was already dark, dusk was falling, and the city lights were just coming on, making the ancient capital a dazzling spectacle.

Cheng Nian sat in the driver's seat and drove, while Song Xi leaned back on the leather sofa in the back seat, idly scrolling through her phone.

The cute male college student who was also a celebrity sent her three messages.

Two of the posts are beautiful pictures of fiery sunset clouds, and the other is a text message:

"Miss Song, sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if you've ever seen the sunset at our school, and I wanted to share it with you. (emoji)"

Song Xi typed, and the official reply was: "Very beautiful, thank you for sharing."

She didn't even send such formal messages to the young master Zhao Chengyou.

Suddenly remembering something, Song Xi asked Cheng Nian, "Has Yan Tingli called again?"

After Song Xi handed her business card to Yan Tingli at the wedding, Yan Tingli would call the company headquarters every few days to ask Song Xi out, but Cheng Nian politely declined each time.

An excellent assistant/secretary needs to have the ability to help the boss deal with unwanted romantic advances.

“No, Mr. Yan hasn’t called for thirty-two days,” Cheng Nian replied.

Song Xi leaned back in her chair, bored, and tapped the Happy Match app on her fingertip. Just as she was about to pass the level, the car braked suddenly. Her body lurched forward due to inertia, and her phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

Cheng Nian was extremely flustered and turned to look at Song Xi nervously: "President Song, I'm sorry... are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Song Xi bent down to pick up her phone, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

"No." She had just delivered the clothes to Mr. Song when she made a mistake. Cheng Nian was terribly flustered. "I'm sorry, Mr. Song... I hit someone's car."

In contrast, Song Xi was particularly calm: "Don't rush to apologize, get out of the car and see what's going on."

At the street corner, two expensive luxury cars collided head-on with a loud "bang," startling passersby.

Song Xi and Cheng Nian got out of the car to investigate. The other party involved in the accident was a Lamborghini Revuelto, a million-dollar sports car, which had one of its rearview mirrors damaged.

"Who hit my beloved car?! Don't they know this is my favorite car? You've damaged my precious vehicle, how are you going to pay for it?"

Before seeing the car owner, one could hear their voice.

Amidst the bustling traffic, a slightly angry male voice drifted clearly into Song Xi's ears, sounding somewhat familiar.

The car owner pushed open the door and got out of the car. With a long stride, his slender and tall figure immediately came into Song Xi's view.

"Brother Chi Wang," Song Xi said with a polite smile.

One second Chi Wang was yelling, "Who hit my car?", the next moment he saw Song Xi standing in front of the Ferrari and immediately realized what had happened.

"My angel sister, is that Ferrari yours?"

Song Xi: "It's mine."

"It's alright, it's alright." Chi Wang rested his right hand on the hood of the Lamborghini, leaned to the side, and said nonchalantly, "The car was brought here to be hit."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers were stunned and speechless.

Was the car driven there just to be hit?
What an outrageous statement!

(End of this chapter)