Fatal Desire

Chapter 87 I like to hug him and kiss him

Without warning, the man lifted his eyelids and cast a precise glance his way.

Shang Shixu felt a chill run down his spine.

A deathly silence pervaded the backyard of the manor. Dark clouds gradually obscured the moon, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into endless darkness. Shang Shixu was hidden among the pine and cypress trees like the shadow of the trees, while Zhao Yansen comforted Song Xi on the back of the head, like another shadow of her.

It seemed that even darkness had distinct levels at this moment, with Zhao Yansen in the higher level of light and Shang Shixu in the lower level of darkness.

Zhao Yansen looked at him coldly, calmly, and disdainfully.

The dark shadows of the lush foliage fell on Shang Shixu, like a huge, heavy rock pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

Shang Shixu had never seen Song Xi so childlike, relaxed and unguarded, without any concern for the consequences of her actions.

When he met Song Xi, she had just arrived in the United States. At that time, she was afraid to enter the laboratory and often communicated with the professor.

Shang Shixu gradually became familiar with her. He still remembered that Song Xi at that time squeezed her energy and emotions tightly, like a shriveled and wrinkled sponge.

It was as if her entire soul had been drained away by something.

Yet she appeared calm on the surface, smiling calmly, busy calmly, and dazzling calmly.

I once saw a saying: When pain reaches its extreme, a person will experience a period of calm.

He thought that Song Xi was in a similar situation.

Her 'period of time' can be precisely measured as six months.

After six months, Song Xi finally officially entered the laboratory. His body gradually woke up from its dazed state, but his soul was still sinking and floating.

Song Xi never talked about her family. Shang Shixu initially thought she had fallen out with her family, for example, that her family didn't support her studying abroad, and that she had fought back fiercely, using her six months of lab time to work part-time. Or that her family had encountered trouble and she had come out to seek refuge. In short, Shang Shixu felt that Song Xi and he had a natural sense of kinship.

It wasn't until Song Xi returned to China and they met at the Night View Bar that Shang Shixu learned she was actually the sister of Zhao Yansen, the heir of the Zhao family in Beijing.

Meng Weixian said her brother dotes on her to an extreme degree; there's nothing he won't do for her. Qin Fanghao, on the other hand, said her brother is very strict with her and doesn't allow her to associate with disreputable people.

On one hand, Shang Shixu felt that Song Xi's fate was very similar to his. He was the illegitimate son of the Qiao family and Qiao Yifan's half-sister, while she was the illegitimate daughter of the Zhao family and Zhao Yansen's half-sister. On the other hand, he felt that she was much luckier than him and had met a kind person who did not care about her background.

Both of these ideas secretly pleased Shang Shixu.

He even thought that he and Song Xi were similar to the male and female protagonists in a literary work.

Having shared similar experiences, they deeply sympathized with each other; no one understood each other's pain better than they did.

But what he witnessed tonight shattered all his past fantasies.

Qin Fanghao and Meng Weixian had known Song Xi for many years and had never doubted the relationship between Song Xi and Zhao Yansen.

The gaze of the person in a higher position was extremely oppressive, and Shang Shixu was defeated after a few seconds of confrontation. In fact, there was no need for a confrontation; he didn't even have the strength to compete with him and was completely crushed from the start.

Zhao Yansen spent more than a decade personally building a tower for Song Xi that was difficult for most people to reach.

The princess grew up in a towering castle, surrounded by men of equal or higher status.

Others could spend their entire lives trying to climb to the princess's windowsill and touch a single hair on her head; they could only look up at her day and night, hoping she would soften her heart and glance down at them.

Shang Shixu frowned, turned around and left in a disheveled state.

Song Xi was completely unaware of this; she nestled in Zhao Yansen's arms, overjoyed by the kiss she had just received.

Perhaps it was the allure of male beauty, but she especially liked to wrap her arms around her brother's waist, feeling the warmth emanating from his strong body while passionately kissing him.

Song Xi lifted her chin from his embrace, her eyes sparkling with charm: "Why aren't you wearing your daytime clothes?"

"Do you think it looks good?" Zhao Yansen put one hand on her waist and used the other to brush away the bangs on her forehead. Song Xi nodded: "It has a special charm, especially when she wears glasses, it makes her look different from usual."

More restrained, more aloof. That kind of aloofness is a refined and elegant coldness, very unique.

Zhao Yansen smiled, his warm fingertips brushing against the corner of her eye: "I'll wear it for you to see later."

Song Xi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you wear glasses?"

Zhao Yansen let out a soft "hmm".

His handsome, angular face was covered with a cold light, his jawline was firm and smooth, and below it was a prominent, sexy Adam's apple.

Song Xi swallowed and asked again, "When will it be back? Will it be sometime in the future?"

She always takes things too seriously and pushes her luck.

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone nonchalant: "When do you want to?"

Song Xi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the capital first, when we'll have more time."

Haste makes waste; good things should be saved for later, and we shouldn't rush them.

On the other side, Shang Shixu hurriedly walked back.

Only after leaving the quiet courtyard and the terrifying sense of oppression and hurriedly returning to the lively but not noisy hall did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Nian walked over, looking worried: "President Shang, you look terrible, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Shang Shixu waved his hand and took a deep breath.

Cheng Nian shouldn't interfere too much in her boss's affairs, but seeing Shang Shixu looking lost, she couldn't help but ask, "Have you resolved your matter?"

Shang Shixu only then remembered that he had important business with Song Xi. He picked up his phone, about to call Song Xi, when he suddenly stopped, remembering something.

"The company's cooperation project with Huasong requires General Manager Song to authorize database access," Shang Shixu instructed Cheng Nian. "Give her a call."

"Okay, Mr. Shang." Cheng Nian, unaware of his thoughts, readily complied with the work instructions.

When Song Xi received Cheng Nian's call, she was discussing with Zhao Yansen what gift would be appropriate for Old Madam Zhao's birthday.

"I haven't seen the old lady in a long time. What if she doesn't remember me and kicks me out?"

"Who's got a death wish and dares to bomb the princess?" Zhao Yansen tapped her on the head lightly. "Talking nonsense all day long."

His touch was very light; it didn't hurt. Before Song Xi could utter a sound, her phone rang. She glanced at it; it was her assistant.

Song Xi swiped to answer the call and cleared her throat: "Cheng Nian, what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Cheng Nian looked at the business sequence in front of her and reiterated the database permissions.

Song Xi understood and calmly said, "I'll handle it when I get back tonight."

The spring breeze blew, lifting her long, smooth, black hair before it slowly fell back down.

Zhao Yansen twirled a strand of hair around his long fingers and casually scratched her face with the end of the hair.

Song Xi felt ticklish and couldn't help but dodge.

The call continued. Zhao Yansen held her tightly in his arms, his voice low, slightly husky, as he seductively said:

"Come with me tonight?"

(End of this chapter)