Fatal Desire

Chapter 68 is playing with fire, and it's no ordinary fire.

Before Song Xi could speak, Chi Wang replied, "I'm busy, I don't have time. Isn't it enough that my sister came? Do you want to invite the entire Zhao family over?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare." The young master's face hardened. "If they come, what will become of us!"

Most of them, including Chi Wang, believed that Song Xi was an illegitimate daughter of the Zhao family, born to a different surname, and a half-sister to Zhao Yansen.

So when they learned that Zhao Yansen was a sister-complex, their first reaction was disbelief.

But no one questioned it.

Dare to doubt that man? Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times; he was playing with fire.

Take Zhuang Xuecheng, the Hong Kong bookmaker, for example. He didn't know what was good for him and clung to the young master's sister. After a few days, he was humiliated and had to go home.

It is said that he has anorexia and is undergoing treatment.

The Crown Prince invited him to dinner, but he kept wolfing down his food, causing the Crown Prince to spend a lot of money.

Zhao Yansen's decision not to seek retribution from the dealer was already a great favor, and the dealer had no reason to be dissatisfied.

He seemed to do nothing, yet he drove people to the brink of despair.

In comparison, the angelic little sister is much more endearing; she's practically a kind and approachable little princess.

After learning at the last wedding that Song Xi was Zhao Yansen's fiancée, many people plotted to use Song Xi as a stepping stone to climb the Zhao family's social ladder.

Upon hearing about Zhuang Xuecheng's affair, the number of people with guilty consciences immediately halved, but many still harbored designs on Song Xi.

After dealing with those young masters, Song Xi drank half a cup of tea, his mouth dry.

Zhou Ji'an glanced at her, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Chenxing has been investigated?"

“It’s vicious market competition.” Song Xiping said calmly and unhurriedly, “President Zhou, you don’t need to worry about false accusations.”

The collaboration between China-Switzerland and Morningside is important to both Morningside and China-Switzerland, but their levels of importance differ.

Zhou Ji'an seemed to be just making conversation, and after hearing her reply, he fell silent.

Song Xi glanced at his wheelchair and remained silent.

A moment later, she got up and went to the restroom. Returning the way she came, as she passed the terrace, she heard people talking in hushed tones.

"Although Mr. Zhou is in a wheelchair, he still has a dignified bearing and his demeanor remains undiminished. It is said that the Zhou family has started arranging his marriage again."

"If I remember correctly, he got married a few years ago."

"Your news comes too late. They've been divorced for a year already!"

"Huh? How did they get divorced?"

"Divorce always comes down to the same reason: incompatibility, incompatibility in every way." The voice suddenly dropped even lower. "I heard that Mrs. Zhou wanted a divorce, and Zhou Ji'an, in an attempt to win her back, chased after her in his car, only to get into an accident halfway there, which injured his leg..."

He didn't continue speaking, but his tone was meaningful, and the meaning he was expressing was quite clear.

Just as Song Xi was about to leave, Zhou Yilin walked towards her from the front. The beautiful woman wore a champagne-colored long dress that accentuated her graceful and tall figure; even a casual snapshot looked like a fashion editorial.

Song Xi smiled and nodded, preparing to walk past her, when Zhou Yilin turned around and called out to her, "Miss Song."

"Miss Zhou, is there something you need?" Song Xi turned around.

"Have we met before?"

"No."

Zhou Yilin scrutinized Song Xi, whose expression remained unchanged.

"I wonder if I have been inadequate in my hospitality just now?" Zhou Yilin asked with a smile. "It seems that Miss Song doesn't have a good impression of me."

“Miss Zhou, you’re overthinking it.” Song Xi remained calm, a faint smile always on her face. “It’s just my nature.”

Zhou Yilin felt that she was treated differently from ordinary people, with a hint of unidentified emotion.

It wasn't envy, jealousy, or hatred, nor was it condescending disdain; it was just an indescribable feeling.

"I see, I was overthinking it." Zhou Yilin's tone was slightly apologetic. "If there was anything I did wrong in terms of hospitality, I hope Miss Song will forgive me." "You're too kind, Miss Zhou."

After the polite exchange, Song Xi gracefully departed.

Wandering through the long corridor covered with thick carpets, she returned to the tea room, feeling listless. But the moment she looked up, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The man who Chi Wang had said not long ago that he was too busy to attend her birthday party suddenly appeared.

Zhao Yansen leaned against the back of the sofa, his long arms draped lazily over the armrests, his slender fingers casually controlling the rim of the glass, shaking it absentmindedly, causing the amber liquid to ripple gently.

The dazzling light from the crystal chandelier spilled down, casting a layer of decadent, cold light over him, revealing his collapsed waist.

Song Xi's gaze shifted slightly, and when she saw the Samoyed lying obediently next to Zhao Yansen, her eyes lit up immediately.

Without disturbing her brothers who were chatting, she walked straight over and reached out to pick up the fluffy, adorable pet.

Looking over, Chi said, half-jokingly, "Oh, Angel Sister and Smiling Angel."

"Its name is Xiaoqi."

Song Xi sat naturally on the leather sofa to Zhao Yansen's right, holding a small white Samoyed in her arms, her face beaming with smiles.

In the old opera verses, this is described as the emperor being greatly pleased.

Zhao Yansen glanced at her lazily from the corner of his eye, saying nothing about her behavior of changing the dog's name without informing the owner.

Zhou Ji'an's gaze shifted between Song Xi and Zhao Yansen. A moment later, his forehead twitched suddenly.

Unmelted ice cubes lay quietly at the bottom of the wine glasses on the coffee table, crystal clear, reflecting a little light, slightly dazzling.

Before Zhou Ji'an could delve deeper, the auspicious time for blowing out candles and cutting the cake was approaching, and Zhou Yilin came over to call them downstairs.

Zhou Yilin was taken aback when she suddenly saw Zhao Yansen. Seeing Song Xi playing with the Samoyed only added to her confusion.

A young nobleman brought a dog to his friend's birthday party?

Luo Xiao has the right to speak on this matter.

Two hours earlier, he was driving Mr. Zhao and his Samoyed back to their courtyard house when, for some reason, Mr. Zhao received a phone call and changed his mind. Instead of going home, he turned the car around and drove to the birthday party to walk the dog.

The scene of the young master appearing with an adorable pet... was utterly bizarre.

Everyone who saw or heard about it found it unbelievable, but Song Xi was only focused on petting the dog.

The others went downstairs to celebrate Zhou Ji'an's birthday, but Zhao Yansen was too lazy to go down, so he wouldn't let Song Xi go down either.

They are not at home, nor in the enclosed space of a hotel, but in the Zhou family's villa.

Because of this situation, Song Xi was alone with Zhao Yansen, and a fine tingling pain gradually appeared in her palms.

She couldn't tell whether the resistance had existed in the past or had been added in recent years; she only felt that her heartbeat was like the chirping of cicadas at the end of summer, as thin as a wisp of silk, carrying the meaning of utter annihilation.

Song Xi took a breath, put the Samoyed back on the sofa, stood up and said to Zhao Yansen, "Brother, I still want to go down and take a look."

After she finished speaking, she immediately turned to leave in front of him.

But the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Song Xi gasped, not understanding why Zhao Yansen would do such a thing. The warmth of her brother's embrace, which she used to feel, now burned her, causing her to instinctively recoil.

Zhao Yansen noticed that Song Xi was avoiding his advances, but unusually, he didn't stop. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"…Don't……"

Song Xi had no strength to struggle at all. In just a few seconds, she was sitting steadily on the man's lap, staring blankly at him.

Those shimmering, affectionate peach blossom eyes revealed a hint of lingering shock.

Zhao Yansen had the leisure to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear: "Why are you running?"

Song Xi: (The Overlord) was overjoyed.jpg
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P.S.: She didn't sleep in chapters 64 and 65, but she used his hand, so he said things like, "My hand has become your little toy."

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