Fatal Desire

Chapter 85 Bracelet
Song Xi watched as Zhao Yansen walked over.

He looked quite different today, wearing an executive jacket and a pair of old-fashioned glasses perched on his high-bridged nose. Even so, this did not diminish his sharp, aloof demeanor; rather, it added a touch of haughty self-restraint and propriety.

Behind the mirror, Zhao Yansen's deep black eyes swept over her from head to toe: "When did you come to Shanghai?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xi's heart skipped a beat. She didn't tell Zhao Yansen when she left.

"I came by passenger plane yesterday." She looked up at him intently, thinking that he shouldn't be angry.

Song Xi glanced at Zhao Yansen's left chest and saw the rectangular name tag on it. She blinked in surprise and asked, "Huh?"

The name tag clearly read Fang Chen. When did he change his name?
The summit's dedicated registration and reception areas were constantly staffed, attracting industry leaders from both China and abroad. Reputable television media conducted interviews with exceptional professionalism, while a large number of uniformed security personnel and police officers closely monitored the summit's security.

Another man, around fifty years old and wearing the same executive jacket, walked over and said, "Mr. Zhao Fang, the summit is about to begin. This way, please."

Song Xi looked somewhat bewildered and turned to look at Zhao Yansen, who, however, appeared calm, composed, and aloof.

Zhao Yansen glanced at Song Xi, his Beijing accent languid: "President Song, let's go."

The medical summit, which involved new policies and was jointly organized by the government and the chamber of commerce, was attended by a middle-aged man representing the government; he was a true local.

His gaze swept subtly between Song Xi and Zhao Yansen twice before he smiled calmly and asked, "Mr. Fang's friend?"

The young master of the Zhao family would not answer such obviously stupid questions, so he looked at Song Xi and asked them.

Song Xi met his gaze and smiled calmly: "Song Xi from Morningside Biotechnology."

They turned out to be attendees.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, but his eyes still betrayed his scrutiny of Song Xi, trying to discern what was special about her.

The Crown Prince of the Zhao family holds a high position and is an outstanding figure among the scions of aristocratic families. He is not interested in romance, controls the situation, and is ruthless and efficient.

Unlike the playboy who indulges in sensual pleasures, he rarely makes public appearances and enjoys an extremely high reputation.

Today, however, he made an exception and attended the summit discreetly as an assistant, which inevitably aroused curiosity.

Song Xi was also full of doubts.

Why is Zhao Yansen here? To arrest her and take her back? No way, she hasn't done anything wrong.

He probably came to discuss business and just happened to run into her. But why would he forge his identity?

Song Xi walked into the venue without figuring it out, so he simply stopped trying to figure it out.

The conference hall was simply furnished with neatly arranged seats. The electronic screen displayed images of the speakers on stage. Government and chamber of commerce representatives were on stage, while the seats below were mainly occupied by well-known figures in the domestic and international pharmaceutical industry, as well as scientific research experts.

In countless shots, Song Xi sits in the spot where her information card stands.

She turned around to look for Zhao Yansen and saw him exchange a few words with the middle-aged man in hushed tones before calmly stretching his long legs and striding towards her.

"President Song, are you dumbfounded?" Zhao Yansen sat elegantly in the chair next to her, raising his eyebrows to ask with a leisurely air.

Song Xi asked, puzzled, "Why are you sitting down?"

Zhao Yansen toyed with the lighter with his long, slender fingers, glanced at her disdainfully, and said in a cool voice, "If you don't sit here, where will you sit?"

"On stage? Front row, main seat?" Song Xi asked, offering two different answers. She actually felt that Zhao Yansen disdained attending such a summit; logically, he shouldn't be here.

Zhao Yansen spent five days in San Francisco after leaving Beijing to finish his work. He went straight back to his courtyard house after getting off the plane, only to find that his sister had run away without a word.

She's the little princess I've raised with all my heart. What if she's snatched away by some random man? What if he doesn't know how to take care of her and hurts her?

Song Xi waited for Zhao Yansen's answer, but before he could speak, she noticed that he had somehow acquired a black velvet box in his hand. "Give me your hand," Zhao Yansen commanded in a low voice.

The huge business venue was packed. All around them sat business leaders and industry elites in suits. In addition, cameras were flashing, indicating that everyone's actions were being recorded.

Song Xi didn't move, and discussed with him, "How about we talk about it after the summit?"

"Not good." Zhao Yansen grabbed her wrist with his large hand, opened the black velvet box, and took out an exquisite pigeon-blood red bracelet.

The chain is silvery-white, shimmering with gold under the light, and is set with Rosser Reeves Star rubies from Sri Lanka, their fiery red hues dazzling. Each blood-red diamond is exquisitely crafted, making it an extremely perfect work of art.

She was slender, and the bracelet swayed slightly as it was put on. Zhao Yansen adjusted it with his well-defined fingers, making sure the bracelet fit her delicate wrist perfectly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Xi felt quite uncomfortable, but she did not struggle.

From this angle, the man's eyelashes are very long. Even as he lowers his eyes to put on the eyelashes for her, he still doesn't look inferior. He remains elegant, handsome, and unassuming.

His fair wrist was wrapped in a cool bracelet, and his long fingers lingered on her wrist with interest, scrutinizing her closely. He felt she had lost weight.

"Why aren't you gaining weight?" Zhao Yansen admired Song Xi's fair wrist, the blood-red diamond making her white skin appear even whiter. "Those nutritionists are all useless, bring in a new batch."

The air began to circulate.

Song Xi couldn't help but look up. The man's casual, cold black eyes were unfathomable, as if he was about to brutally swallow her up in the next second.

She didn't quite understand what he meant.

Even after all that, she kissed him, slept with him, took over his bed, and insisted that he sleep with her... She did everything she should and shouldn't have done, yet he could still treat her like a younger sister as if nothing had happened.

Is he really that desperate for a younger sister?

Song Xi tried to pull her hand away, but Zhao Yansen easily grabbed her wrist.

His warm fingertips pressed forcefully against her throbbing pulse, as if he had forcefully seized her heart.

Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids to look directly at her, his brows slightly furrowed: "Don't you like it?"

Song Xi lowered her eyelashes to look at the expensive bracelet on her wrist. The gift from Zhao Yansen was naturally the best in the world, not only beautiful in appearance but also of unparalleled value.

"I like it." Song Xi paused for two seconds, then added, "It's very beautiful."

"If you like it, that's fine." Zhao Yansen squeezed her wrist, then released her hand and stood up with a cold expression.

The moment he stood up, the entire room fell silent; almost everyone watched him leave.

The middle-aged man in the executive jacket sitting in the middle on the stage didn't find this scene strange.

It would be truly remarkable if that young nobleman were to actually attend such a summit.

After Zhao Yansen left, the talks officially began.

Song Xi stared at the bracelet, puzzled. After a moment, she shifted her gaze toward the solemn doors of the conference hall.

Four or five seconds.

She withdrew her gaze, her long eyelashes fluttering, her clear eyes reflecting the exquisite ruby ​​bracelet.

Did Zhao Yansen come just to give her the bracelet?

(End of this chapter)