Fatal Desire

Chapter 80 Xixi, Who's the Bastard? (4)

Song Xi's eyes welled up with tears, her delicate brows furrowed, and she tried to kick her leg to retreat, but Zhao Yansen calmly grabbed her knee.

His eyelids drooped, his gaze downward, his eyes deepening. A moment later, his thin lips pressed against her knee, the kisses moving upward, and Song Xi couldn't help but tremble.

The man's large, powerful hands easily held her thighs, pressing against her soft, delicate skin, sharing his body heat.

The moment her neat short hair brushed against her side, Song Xi completely softened.

The strong wind gently nibbled at her sensitive spot, grinding against the grape buds on the branch, causing the buds to tremble even more violently, from the outside in.

The sounds of licking and kissing in the quiet room were too clear. Song Xi made a "hmm" sound, couldn't help but grab her short, black hair, her eyes burning, and told him to stop.

He was unmoved.

Her heart pounded, her voice trembled, but she still mustered the strength to call out "brother," muttering intermittently:
"Asshole...Asshole."

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yansen raised his head, his expression calm: "Xixi, who's the bastard?"

Song Xi's eyes were glazed over, her long, curled eyelashes trembling, and she couldn't answer for a moment.

Zhao Yansen asked in a deep voice, "Does this already fall into the category of being a bastard?"

He didn't need her to answer.

The fastidious and aloof man leaned down again, allowing her to experience his high-bridged nose and passionate kiss in a different way.

Extremely powerful, yet extremely soft and delicate.

Song Xi was like a reed, floating, weightless, and falling in the ripples created by Zhao Yansen.

A tingling, numbing sensation coursed through her body, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Incongruously, she recalled a sentence she had spoken not long ago.

"I think you're about to ride on my head."

Almost as soon as she recalled the image of her brother saying those words, Song Xi's mind was filled with dazzling colors, like fireworks exploding.

She was still savoring the aftertaste, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

Zhao Yansen's hot breath approached Song Xi's ear, his voice low, magnetic, and husky, as if seducing her:

"Do you like it?"

"Mmm..." Song Xi's hands trembled as she hugged his neck, her long legs wrapping around his strong, slender waist like clingy vines.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head, his thin lips covering hers, the slow kiss was both soothing and passionate.

I could faintly taste the bitterness of Chinese medicine, and another unique flavor.

Realizing what that smell was, Song Xi turned her head to avoid it, but Zhao Yansen grabbed her chin and kissed her hard.

After the kiss ended, Zhao Yansen lowered his head and buried it in Song Xi's neck, inhaling her slightly sweet and warm scent.

The man's restrained, soft breathing echoed in her ears, subtly captivating her heart. Song Xi couldn't help but hug his broad shoulders tightly.

Her heart was beating so fast.

It could burst out of your chest if you're not careful.

That night, Song Xi couldn't sleep with her head on her brother's arm, but she felt incredibly content.

The psychological pleasure far outweighs the physiological pleasure.

It seems that the missing piece in my life has been filled a little bit.

The next day.

After finishing a two-hour high-level meeting, Song Xi returned to her office. Before she could even settle into her chair, she received a call from Xiao Xunzhi.

She hadn't saved his number, and seeing it was an unknown number, she hesitated for three seconds before answering.

Xiao Xunzhi's voice was penetrating and carried the habits of the military: "Sister Xi, I invited Yansen to the dinner. Your sister-in-law Wen Ning is familiar with the Yan family. I thought it was just a meal to get to know each other and had no other intentions, so I acted as a matchmaker."

Song Xi was surprised, not expecting Xiao Xunzhi to call her personally to say all this. Xiao Xunzhi didn't misunderstand her relationship with Zhao Yansen; he simply thought his sister couldn't bear to see her brother go astray. He said in a righteous tone that someone would investigate whether the Yan family was secretly engaging in power-for-sex transactions, and if the evidence was conclusive, he would not tolerate it, even if his wife had a good relationship with the Yan family.

Finally, I thanked Song Xi for reminding me and told her to come to my house for dinner another day.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi pondered for a few seconds and then smiled slowly.

Xiao Xunzhi's interference in the Yan family's affairs will only hasten the Yan family's downfall.

Why does it feel like Xiao Xunzhi was being used by her brother?

*
Before going to Shanghai to attend the pharmaceutical summit, Song Xi accompanied her aunt to an after-part event.

The reason for this was that Jiang Chushuang, the youngest daughter of the Jiang family, returned from studying art in New York and opened a gallery in the art district of Beijing.

Within the circle of wealthy women, Jiang's mother and Song Yunyu had a relatively good relationship.

Song Yunyu happened to be free, so she agreed to support the event and also took her workaholic niece out for a stroll.

On the day of the gallery's opening ceremony.

As night falls, the daytime visitors to the exhibition gradually disperse, and the lights of the two-story villa opposite the gallery begin to illuminate the night.

Waiters in formal uniforms moved back and forth, laying tablecloths, preparing flowers, and adjusting the lighting. The head waiter, wearing a proper bow tie, stood at the door and checked the list of visiting guests with the doorman.

As night deepened, important figures from the gallery's after-party arrived one after another. The hostess, Jiang Chushuang, dressed in a business-style haute couture gown, greeted each guest with a warm and cheerful smile.

In the secluded area hidden by the six-fold screen, a round night lamp sits on the coffee table, emitting a faint glow.

Song Yunyu sat in the leather sofa, holding a teacup between her fingers as she drank tea, her demeanor elegant and refined.

Sitting opposite her was Jiang's mother, and the two were chatting, praising each other's children. Jiang's mother praised Song Xi, while Song Yunyu praised Jiang Shangxue and Jiang Chushuang.

In front of her elders, Song Xi sat upright, slowly took a sip of tea, raised her eyelashes, and looked into the distance.

A family of three is enjoying the famous paintings on display in a brightly lit natural landscape.

Meng Jinxing, Gu Qing, and their son... the handsome young man who called her "Mermaid" at Meng Boyujiang Shangxue's wedding.

The gallery was a mixed bag of people, and for Song Yunyu to come here as such was clearly a condescension, hence Jiang's mother was especially hospitable.

The wealthy young men of Beijing also seized the opportunity, mingling among the crowds, busy making connections, their words and actions all warm and friendly. The atmosphere was further enhanced by the aroma of the wine.

The phone screen lights up; a new call has come in.

—International long distance.

Song Xi glanced at it, her eyes flickering slightly. After politely saying goodbye to her aunt and Mrs. Jiang, she got up and went around to the quiet area by the back door to answer the call.

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ah Xi."

"Sister Guan Yue, how have you been lately?" Song Xirou asked with a smile and concern.

"The same as always," Fu Guanyue said with a smile. "We just moved to Paris a few days ago. When are you coming to help us warm up our new home?"

The background noise of a baby's laughter came through the receiver. Song Xi looked up at the hanging moon in the sky and said half-jokingly, "Housewarming, huh? I'll go in a while. I've been busy with work since I got back to China, so busy I'm dizzy. I might need Dr. Fu to prolong my life."

"Still can't sleep?" Fu Guanyue's smile faded.

"I'm asleep, but I still want you to keep me alive." Song Xi said a little cheekily.

"Alright! When you arrive, I'll extend your life, to a thousand years!"

Song Xi smiled and talked on the phone with Fu Guanyue for about ten minutes. During that time, she pondered for half a minute whether or not to tell Fu Guanyue about Zhou Ji'an.

On second thought, she realized that she only now knew where Fu Guanyue was, and that she hadn't known that day, so it couldn't be considered deceiving Zhou Ji'an.

Before hanging up the phone, Fu Guanyue asked Song Xi, "Will you come back to settle down after Morningstar goes public?"

(End of this chapter)