Fatal Desire

Chapter 88 Should I Flip the Card, Princess?

The man's breath sprayed onto her ear, stirring a hot, itchy sensation, and Song Xi couldn't help but shrink back.

After exchanging a few words with Cheng Nian, she hung up the phone, looked up, met Zhao Yansen's gaze, and said:
"I also have to attend a business dinner."

Zhao Yansen grabbed the back of her neck with his large hand, forcing her to tilt her long neck back: "Let's go ahead."

He knew her too well; she had no interest in banquets and would always go to the backyard alone to drink alone in her sorrow.

“No.” Song Xi shook her head. “I have to be responsible for my employees.”

"Employees are more important than your brother?" Zhao Yansen placed his four slender fingers on the side of her neck, his thumb stroking her soft lips.

In my field of vision, the man appeared nonchalant yet domineering and assertive.

Song Xi stared at him and asked, "Then why is the younger sister following her older brother so late at night?"

She wasn't stupid; she knew perfectly well what it meant to say he was going with her. But she insisted that he say it to her directly.

Zhao Yansen chuckled, meeting her gaze. Their eyes met almost imperceptibly, his dark pupils like black holes in the universe, drawing her in with an irresistible force that made her soul tremble.

Song Xi felt that the depth of a relationship was like a parabola, rising steadily until it reached its peak and then declining.

She believed that the moment when her feelings for Zhao Yansen were at their most intense had passed.

Now, her feelings for him are a mixture of resentment and resistance, and are naturally declining.

But it seems... emotional changes can also be like the curve of an electrocardiogram, with ups and downs, and an unknown outcome.

Song Xi's eyes sparkled; though lost and confused, they remained moist, never dull or lifeless. Her face was exquisitely painted, her lips rosy like rose petals. She exuded a mature charm, a blend of youthful innocence and alluring beauty.

Zhao Yansen looked at her calmly, and Song Xi stared back at him for a moment, a hint of displeasure creeping into her eyes.

It's as if she's serving him in bed.

Song Xi was displeased and tried to pull away from Zhao Yansen's embrace by pushing against his strong chest with both hands. But the man easily grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"What kind of temper is that?"

"What kind of temper could it be?" Song Xi knelt directly on his thigh and said irritably, "Princess temper."

Zhao Yansen laughed when he heard this.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it down to her lower abdomen, his voice low and chuckled: "Choosing a name, Princess?"

She sat firmly in his lap, so even with eight cameras positioned around her, it was impossible to capture his true actions clearly.

The man's eyes held a lazy smile, his expression a mix of seriousness and nonchalance, yet he was not at all a rogue.

Song Xi's face flushed slightly along with her hands, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "At least we have to wait until the banquet is over."

Finally, he asked, "Where do you live?"

He doesn't even call me "brother" anymore.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes and narrowed them slightly: "What do you think?"

Zhao Yansen owned several residences in Shanghai, all of which Song Xi had favored. The Zhong family's private estate also had a suite specifically reserved for him.

Invited by Zhong Yiheng, Song Xi had visited the manor with Zhao Yansen before and knew the layout and where her brother's private room was.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Song Xi rolled her eyes and asked, "Is Yiheng here?"

"Inside," Zhao Yansen said succinctly.

Zhong Yiheng attended a banquet in the hall.

Song Xi understood, and slowly withdrew her hand, saying, "Then I'll come find you after the banquet."

"Alright then." Zhao Yansen smiled casually and gently pinched her cheek. "Princess Xixi, drink less alcohol."

Beauty truly can be deceiving. Song Xi obediently replied, "Okay." "Then I'm leaving." She got up and left his embrace. This time, he didn't forcefully pull her back.

Song Xi walked through the back courtyard and returned to the simple yet luxurious hall. She couldn't find Shang Shixu, but instead saw Cheng Nian eating caviar.

Zhong Yiheng, dressed in a dark striped suit, was surrounded by five or six people greeting him. Song Xi glanced at them, then looked away and asked Cheng Nian:
"Where is General Manager Shang?"

"President Shang has had too much to drink and is resting in the lounge for a while," Cheng Nian said.

"Very drunk?"

“It’s not serious, he’s just tired from standing,” Cheng Nian replied, repeating the previous statement.

Neither Shang Shixu nor Cheng Nian are the type to take their health for granted; if it's not serious, it means there's nothing to worry about.

Relieved, Song Xi picked up a piece of blueberry cake. Ignoring Zhao Yansen's advice, she drank and ate the cake simultaneously.

Cheng Nian clicked into the news report and showed her phone screen to Song Xi: "President Song, the summit report included your photo, and many netizens have turned into praise machines, showering you with compliments."

Song Xi glanced over at the corner of her eye.

On the screen was a front-facing photo of her sitting in a conference room seat, dressed in a suit and tie, with beautiful and elegant features, exuding an air of intellectual sophistication.

Something suddenly flashed through Song Xi's mind, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gripped her phone to browse related reports about the summit.

As expected, none of the reports, whether text or pictures, contained any trace of Zhao Yansen.

It was as if he had never shown up at the summit; it was all just her imagination.

However, the ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist is a clear indication that Zhao Yansen did indeed come.

At this stage, Song Xi's desire for Zhao Yansen is like flowing water, with no beginning or end in sight, and it is always prone to boiling over midway.

Reason was eroded to the point of thinness by alcohol, and the sight of the blood-red wrist made him act recklessly.

Time held a duality at this moment: it flowed so quickly that the dinner was almost over before she'd even had a few drinks. Yet, it also flowed so slowly that the cells in her body were frantically agitated.

Before the banquet was over, Song Xi called Shang Shixu and asked Cheng Nian to ride back to the hotel in his car. He didn't ask her what her plans were and readily agreed.

The manor was vast, like a maze, and Zhong Yiheng sent burly bodyguards to escort Song Xi, which she did not refuse.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, I slowly stopped in front of my brother's private suite.

She unlocked the door with her fingerprint, opened it, and walked in with practiced ease.

The room floor was covered with carpet. Song Xi took off her high heels and went barefoot without slippers.

The quiet space was suddenly filled with the 'click' sound of a lighter striking each other.

Song Xi raised her eyes and looked over.

On the sofa, a cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth. He wore a dark silk bathrobe with the collar loosely open, revealing broad shoulders and well-defined, muscular physique. His handsome and upright face inexplicably exuded a touch of roguish charm.

Upon seeing her appear, Zhao Yansen raised his eyelids slightly, took the cigarette from his lips, stubbed it out, and threw it into the ashtray.

As soon as Song Xi stopped, the man's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace without any resistance.

Caught off guard, Song Xi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't scream, save your voice." Zhao Yansen lifted Song Xi's chin and kissed her intimately. He was very patient today, and she was immersed in his gentle kiss.

Excessive intimacy elicited a response.

Zhao Yansen's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He stared at Song Xi's moist lips for a while, then looked up and stared straight into her eyes.

Song Xi's peach blossom eyes are very beautiful, with bright pupils, a thin layer of intoxication on them, and reddish corners.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head and gently sniffed her neck, the scent of roses and lychees mingling with the smell of alcohol: "Have you been drinking?"

(End of this chapter)