Fatal Desire

Chapter 84 provides her with all the assistance and platform she needs.

Zhao Yansen was wearing a black silk robe, the belt loosely tied at the waist, and the collar open. Water droplets rolled down the lines of his chest muscles and eventually disappeared into the scenery.

"Nothing." Song Xi admired the view for a while, then moved to the side. "Brother, come and go to sleep. I'm sleepy."

She wasn't shy at all, openly inviting men to sleep with her.

He never taught her; she picked up those bad habits from somewhere.

As soon as Zhao Yansen lifted the covers and lay down on the bed, Song Xi reached into his robe and hugged his waist without any obstruction.

The man had just finished showering; his strong, muscular body was still slightly damp, making it feel even warmer and more comfortable to the touch. She twitched her nostrils; she could still smell the delicate fragrance of his shower gel.

She was very restless in his arms.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to be close, Song Xi was never shy. She tilted her head back, pressed her lips to Zhao Yansen's, and kissed him slowly.

Zhao Yansen tightened his arms around her waist and, with a little effort, easily lifted her up.

Their eyes met. Song Xi breathed softly as Zhao Yansen pressed her down on the bed and kissed her, her slender legs wrapped around his waist.

As they kissed, her strength gave way, her breath became unsteady, and she loosened her long legs that were wrapped around his waist. Seeing this, Zhao Yansen immediately picked her up, had her straddle him, and continued kissing.

The sounds of their kisses were soft and low, their desire hidden. Zhao Yansen gave Song Xi enough time to catch her breath, and once she recovered, he held her tightly again and again, entwining her with his love.

After a long while, the kiss ended, and Song Xi buried her head in Zhao Yansen's arms, breathing rapidly. He touched her hair and then touched her neck; she wasn't sweating.

Once Song Xi was satisfied, she started to feel sleepy and soon fell asleep against Zhao Yansen's warm and firm chest.

Zhao Yansen held her as they lay down, his arm under her neck, embracing her completely possessively. He then turned off the light and closed his eyes to rest.

Because Zhao Yansen values ​​privacy, the servants usually do not dare to go upstairs without permission unless there is something they absolutely need to do, such as delivering medicine to Song Xi.

But Song Xi was still a little nervous. She didn't stay in bed much in the morning and left his room quietly, making it seem like a spy mission. Zhao Yansen was amused by her.

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In the lawsuit against Fu Wenxin, Song Xi did not use Morningside Legal Department. She handed the case over to a lawyer introduced by Song Yunyu. That female lawyer was known in the industry as the number one devil in the legal profession, and had handled several nationally sensational legal aid cases with an extremely high success rate.

Inside Morningside Biotech's conference room, a meeting that had been going on for an hour and a half was still ongoing.

Shang Shixu ended the call and came in from outside the door, and the R&D manager who was giving a report immediately paused.

Shang Shixu sat down to Song Xi's right and then gestured for the manager to continue reporting.

Song Xi glanced at Shang Shixu, who took a sip of coffee and seemed somewhat pleased.

Did you receive a call from the God of Wealth?

The meeting officially ended forty minutes later. The R&D manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left the meeting room with a pounding heart.

Song Xi looked at Shang Shixu with a leisurely air and joked, "Did you mix alcohol into your coffee?"

"The stuff we've mixed in is even better than the wine." Shang Shixu smiled mysteriously, not bothering to keep her in suspense any longer, and pushed his laptop in front of her. "Huasong Group is interested in cooperating with us to help us integrate our sales ecosystem and increase our market share by 25% within two years."

Huasong Group?

Song Xi paused slightly, her gaze fixed on the computer screen, her fingertips hovering over the touchpad as she browsed the contract proposal.

Who contacted you?

“President Jiang Liangqun.” Shang Shixu recalled receiving Jiang Liangqun’s call with a pleasant surprise. “Huasong Group’s subsidiaries are almost all over the world. It’s quite unexpected that their CEO would take the initiative to contact me.” He paused, then asked, “Do you know him?”

When Morningside needs to make a public appearance, Shang Shixu usually takes the place. He is thoughtful, meticulous, and adept at interpersonal relationships, and he has a knack for dealing with all kinds of well-known businessmen.

However, a group as large as Huasong is not something he can access simply because he has the ability or the will.

“I don’t know him.” Song Xi quickly skimmed through the document, picking out the key points to examine in detail, and finished reading the cooperation proposal in a short while. “My brother knows him.”

Brother Song Xi...that young master of the Zhao family.

During Song Xi's four years in the United States, Shang Shixu never heard her mention Zhao Yansen, nor did he ever see Zhao Yansen visit her in the United States. Therefore, he subconsciously assumed that their relationship was just so-so.

But that doesn't seem to be the case. And when he called Song Xi that night, he clearly heard a man's voice... Was it her brother?
It shouldn't be. He remembered the man's tone carrying a subtle, ambiguous undertone.

After some thought, Shang Shixu tentatively asked, "I've reviewed the contract, and there are no problems. Shall we discuss this further?"

When Song Xi was a child, Zhao Yansen supported her no matter what she did. He provided her with all the help and support she needed.

"Why refuse a partnership that's offered to us? We have the capability to do it well and achieve a win-win situation for both parties." Song Xi leaned back, his eyebrows casually raised. "It's an honor for them to cooperate with Morningside."

This confidence doesn't seem out of place on her; it fits perfectly, and every smile and gesture is captivating.

"I'll handle the communication," Shang Shixu said with a gentle smile. "You can focus on the summit."

The summit was held in Shanghai.

This was Cheng Nian's first business trip since she started working for Song Xi. She worried for several days in advance and prepared a lot of things, only to find that none of them were needed.

The plane landed at Hongqiao Airport, and the two checked into a hotel to rest for the night. The International Medical Digital Summit officially kicked off the next day.

In front of the skyscrapers, one luxury car after another drove in, all belonging to presidents of well-known companies in the industry. Reporters, carrying cameras and microphones, rushed forward to interview and report.

The flashing light from the camera illuminated Cheng Nian's eyes, and she reflexively closed them. When she opened them again, she found that Song Xi remained completely unfazed.

"President Song, don't you find it dazzling?" Cheng Nian asked curiously.

"Generally speaking, compared to assassination, being visually jarring is nothing," Song Xi said casually.

Assassination?

Recalling the news of the assassination of the CEO of a foreign company that she had seen some time ago, Cheng Nian was instantly filled with respect and forced herself to keep her eyes open.

Song Xi looked over and smiled, "There's no need to be so alarmed. Just think of it as attending a lecture and learning exchange."

Cheng Nian smiled and said, "Yes, I understand, President Song."

President Song is very approachable and often jokes around in private. As long as he doesn't make any mistakes at work, that's fine.

The assistant secretary couldn't enter the main venue, so she could only watch the live stream from the secondary venue. After saying goodbye to Song Xi, Cheng Nian followed the other subordinates to the business conference room on the side.

Today, Song Xi wore a well-made blue suit. Her slender and upright figure made her look neat, capable, beautiful, and elegant.

The important figure made a dignified entrance, and many reporters turned to interview him. The cameraman was still focused on filming Song Xi, and only after being reminded did he move the camera to focus on the man in the executive jacket.

Before he could take more than a few pictures, the handsome man strode toward Song Xi and asked in a deep voice, "When did you arrive in Shanghai?"

(End of this chapter)