Fatal Desire

Chapter 78 Xixi, Who's the Bastard? (2)

"This is Miss Song Xi, CEO of Morningside Biotech," Luo Xiao introduced. "She is also a young lady from the Zhao family."

Luo Xiao had informed Song Xi about the guests at the dinner party on the way there, and she was able to quickly make a judgment based on their appearance.

Song Xi smiled politely and said, "Mr. Yan, is that you? Hello."

Yan Xingzhen suddenly realized what was happening.

His son, Yan Tingli, had recently tried to get close to the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, but not only did he fail, he was instead toyed with by her.

I originally thought the eldest daughter of the Zhao family was a cold and aloof heiress, but I never expected her to be so approachable.

"President Song, you're not only beautiful, but also so young and accomplished." Yan Xingzhen stood up, and everyone else present immediately stood up as well, treating Song Xi with utmost respect.

Song Xi didn't respond to that, which was taken as tacit acceptance of his praise.

She was an outsider at this dinner party, so there was no need for her to engage in polite formalities and try to steal the spotlight.

The table was set with exquisite dishes and fine wines. Song Xi sat down to Zhao Yansen's left, glancing at the wine in front of him out of the corner of her eye.

Does the wine poured by the beauty taste better than usual?
The woman in the cheongsam is named Mingzhi. She is a kept woman by the Yan family, used to please those in power in exchange for the family's prosperity.

Yan Xingzhen had vaguely heard that Old Madam Zhao seemed to have taken a liking to the fourth young lady of the Li family, but the empress is the empress, and beauty is beauty. He believed that Zhao Yansen would not refuse the temptation offered to him.

Mingzhi was terrified. She glanced at Song Xi, then looked at Yan Xingzhen as if seeking his opinion.

A few seconds later, she walked around the dining table, the hem of her cheongsam swaying as she went, revealing her slender, fair legs and unintentionally creating a perfect S-curve figure.

Mingzhi stood beside Song Xi, her diamond earrings swaying gently, and bent down at just the right moment to pour wine.

"Mr. Song, hello, my name is Mingzhi."

Everyone says that the young master of the Zhao family is a sister-obsessed brother. If you want to win his heart, you might start by pleasing Song Xi.

The beautiful woman exuded a subtle, yet alluring, fragrance that lingered around the nose. Song Xi was starting to like it.

She casually remarked, "Miss Ming's perfume smells quite nice."

"If you like it, Mr. Song, you can add me on WeChat and I'll send you a bottle."

“I do like it, but there’s no need to give it to me as a gift,” Song Xiyou said. “You don’t have to own what you like.”

“President Song is insightful.” Mingzhi said with a humble yet proud smile, “I was the one who was foolish.”

While Song Xi's attitude was impeccable, her sense of boundaries was very clear, carrying the aloofness of a noble lady raised in a prestigious family.

Mingzhi raised her eyelashes and glanced at Zhao Yansen, only to be caught off guard by the man's deep black eyes, causing her heart to skip two beats.

He wasn't looking at himself... he was looking at Song Xi.

Given their relationship, it wasn't unusual, but why was the Crown Prince's gaze so restrained, yet containing an inexplicable aggressiveness?

Mingzhi then withdrew and returned to her position.

Zhao Yansen's well-defined fingers toyed with the celadon teacup, his gaze fixed on Song Xi, his eyes darkening slightly.

The girl sat in a rosewood chair, enveloped in a shimmering light, her slender neck and delicate shoulders revealing a refined and poised air.

In a dark corner of the private room, where the ceiling light couldn't reach, Song Xi stared at that spot, her eyelashes blinking slowly.

They lived in a dark and damp environment, and no one knew what they did, not even their elders living under the same roof.

Even away from there, standing in the sunlight, she is still Song Xi, and he is still Zhao Yansen; their identities will not change in any way.

A man's lazy voice called out in her ear: "Song Xi".

Song Xi turned to look at him.

Zhao Yansen asked, "Have you eaten?" "Yes, I have."

Song Xi took a sip of the red wine in front of him, but didn't notice any difference between the wine poured by the beauty and the others. Yan Xingzhen's voice rang out from the private room, talking about his appointment at the procuratorate, but he didn't pay attention.

After a moment, the conversation stopped.

Upon hearing their words of farewell, Song Xi immediately turned to look at Zhao Yansen, who nimbly and calmly rose to his feet, taking her slender wrist in his large hand.

"go home."

Song Xi was pulled up by him, said "oh", and followed.

Yan Xingzhen was single-mindedly focused on his official career, his stern old face heavy with worry and melancholy.

Mingzhi opened her beautiful eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on Zhao Yansen's hand that was wrapped around Song Xi's wrist, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

Aren't they being a little too intimate?
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As Song Xi got into the car, before she could even warm the black leather seats, the man who got in behind her reached out and wrapped his strong, powerful arm around her slender waist, pulling her onto his body.

Song Xi screamed for less than a second before Zhao Yansen grabbed her chin and kissed her with a cool, alcoholic scent, his thin lips instantly swallowing her breath.

His kisses were passionate and seductive, his hot breath brushing against her face, the sticky moisture seeping onto her skin, causing her long eyelashes to flutter.

Song Xi wanted to speak, but the man took advantage of the moment she opened her mouth to forcefully and domineeringly probe in, capturing her soft tongue, passionately entwining it, and deepening the kiss.

The darkness inside the carriage seemed to conceal everything. In this quiet spring night, the wet sounds of lips entwined were amplified infinitely, striking Song Xi's brain directly.

She almost lost her ability to speak, and felt as if the places he touched were burning her, gradually losing sensation.

"Ugh...well..."

Song Xi suddenly realized what was happening, pressed her hands against Zhao Yansen's chest, and struggled violently to push him away.

She gasped for breath, her watery eyes glaring at him menacingly: "What are you doing!"

The streetlights shone through the car window, casting a slanted light on Song Xishu's beautiful face, making her snow-white skin appear as if covered with a layer of soft, velvety light.

Zhao Yansen stared intently at her; her reaction in the private room had been far too indifferent.

In the past, she would have confidently questioned him about who that person was, or tried to trick him into revealing information with a smile.

"What can I do?" Zhao Yansen lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Serve the princess in her bedchamber."

After catching her breath, Song Xi recalled the scene she had just witnessed and refused, saying, "I don't want you."

"Don't want to?" Zhao Yansen's expression turned icy. "You want to find dirty men outside?"

Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forcefully, then scolded her afterward.

Song Xi raised her head, her docile demeanor vanished, replaced by an aggressive edge like a hedgehog: "What makes you say that? Men outside are dirty, but aren't you dirty too?"

She used to be able to guarantee that there were no other women around Zhao Yansen, but in the four years she was away, in those more than a thousand days and nights, she couldn't control him... In fact, she couldn't even be sure that he was clean before. Maybe he had already been used by someone else at some point, but she just didn't know it.

She knows nothing.

He didn't let her know anything.

Song Xi's eyes reddened and her nose stung. She tried to push Zhao Yansen off her, but he held her tightly.

"Where am I dirty?"

Song Xi frowned: "Let me go."

Zhao Yansen released his grip on her hands, looked her up and down, and asked, "Do you think that just because I'm seven years older than you and have more experience, I must have slept with a lot of people?"

(End of this chapter)