Fatal Desire

Chapter 9 I almost bumped into his arms

Upon receiving the order, the driver, wearing white gloves, immediately turned the vehicle around and changed the destination to a courtyard house that occupied the entire alley.

Upon arriving at the destination, Zhao Yansen got out of the car and said, "No need to wait," before walking straight inside.

Luo Xiao and the driver were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

As Song Yunyu carried the gift bag out of the main hall, she saw a tall and upright figure heading towards the east wing.

She called out to him, "Yansen."

Zhao Yansen stopped in his tracks.

"You're going to the east wing, right?" Song Yunyu picked up the exquisite gift bag in her hand. "This is a shawl for Xixi. If it's convenient for you, could you please leave it at her door?"

"She didn't come back?" Zhao Yansen asked casually.

"You're back," Song Yunyu said gently. "Xixi went back to her room after dinner, saying she was busy revising the project proposal."

Zhao Yansen nodded, his long fingers carrying the gift bag, and strolled leisurely through the garden.

As soon as I stepped into the east wing, I ran into a servant who came out.

The servant had been working here for three years, but this was the first time she had ever seen the legendary young master of the Zhao family in person. Her nerves immediately tightened, and she was terrified of this powerful man.

"Where is Miss?"

Seeing that he had taken the initiative to ask questions, the maid immediately pointed nervously to the second floor.

"The young lady is in her room."

The snow stopped at dusk, and a cold mist rose from the depths of the dense grass, like scattered dandelions.

The rustic brick floor was stained a reddish-brown. The tall man with long legs walked leisurely. He lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at the octagonal window on the second floor.

The window sash opened from the inside out, and a gentle breeze blew into the room, causing a corner of the dark green curtains to tremble like a light, fluttering skirt.

Just as Zhao Yansen reached the door, it opened from the inside, and Song Xi, not paying attention, nearly bumped into him.

She quickly backed away to avoid falling into the man's arms.

"I'm sorry, brother," Song Xi apologized, "I didn't see you here."

Zhao Yansen glanced down at her.

The young girl had just finished bathing; her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, about seven-tenths dry, with wisps of moisture still clinging to the ends. A thin mist of fragrance enveloped her neck, giving her the appearance of a lotus emerging from water.

She was wearing a bathrobe, and as she hurriedly backed away, the neckline inadvertently opened, revealing a large expanse of fair and smooth skin. A drawstring around her waist accentuated her slender figure, and below that were a pair of beautiful, shapely, and straight legs.

Zhao Yansen had just returned from outside, wearing a cool-toned dark suit, looking extremely casual and relaxed. His jacket buttons were undone, and he hadn't even tied his tie, exuding a lazy and aloof air.

The corridor is filled with delicate plants and flowers. Dew, affected by gravity, rolls down the veins of the green leaves and condenses into crystal-clear water droplets.

Water droplets refracted into a spotless mirror, reflecting the disheveled girl and the well-dressed man.

The two appearing in the same frame create a strong aesthetic contrast.

The man's deep, cold features made his eyes and brows extremely aggressive. Even with his eyelids drooping, his handsome appearance was alluring, and his aura still exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

Song Xi adjusted her bathrobe, tidied her appearance, and then looked up at him.

Zhao Yansen tossed the gift bag he was holding into her arms. "You're such a grown-up and your eyesight is still so bad. Is decreased vision a side effect of not being used to the new environment?"

"No, there are no side effects from not being used to the new environment."

Song Xi took the gift bag, looked down and peeked inside, and found that it contained a luxurious wool shawl.

She didn't presume to be kind, and suddenly smiled brightly: "I was just about to go to my aunt to get it, and you brought it over, thank you, brother."

Once the gift has been delivered, there's no need to stay any longer.

Zhao Yansen didn't even glance at Song Xi, who had a boyfriend, and walked to the right side of the corridor.

Song Xi looked up and saw a man's tall and straight back.

He has long legs and takes big strides; in the blink of an eye, he can cover a great distance.

She quickly reached out and grabbed him: "Brother!"

"What are you doing?" the man replied lazily. "Where are you going?" Song Xi looked up.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes and looked at the slender, pale fingers clutching his sleeve: "Do I need to report to you where I go?"

"No." Song Xi sensed the sarcasm in his words and let go of his hand. "I wanted to tell you that I asked Chengyou to send me your WeChat."

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow, but did not reply.

“I’ve requested to add you as a friend, but you haven’t accepted yet,” Song Xi said.

Zhao Yansen replied casually, "So?"

"You can agree now."

Her eyes were earnest, her tone sincere, and she carried a familiar air of self-righteousness.

Meeting those pure and beautiful eyes, Zhao Yansen's gaze was like a deep pool, his voice carrying undisguised coldness as he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Song Xi, by what right do you command me now?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xi blinked her long eyelashes in surprise.

Without waiting for her reply, Zhao Yansen curled his thin lips and strolled away.

Looking at the man's tall and imposing figure, Song Xi couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind his words.

Was she rejected?

Go back to the room and close the door.

Song Xi tossed the shawl onto the foot of the vintage bed, lay back on the bed, and stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.

Recalling the conversation just now, she kicked her legs irritably: "He won't even add me on WeChat, what a stingy guy."

"Zhao Yansen is a stingy bastard! A stingy bastard!"

Song Xi lay languidly on the bed, burying her face in the pillow. After a moment, she reached for her phone on the bedside table.

A new unread message popped up on WeChat.

Shang Shixu: "The timing of the China-Sweden agreement conflicts with the government's roundtable meeting. I won't be able to go to the club with you the day after tomorrow. Should I have my secretary accompany you?"

Song Xi pondered for a few seconds and replied, "No need. The business world is like a battlefield, full of cuts and slashes; getting slashed occasionally is perfectly normal."

Song Xi: "Don't worry too much."

Morningside's newly developed drug patent is currently unavailable on the market, making it highly groundbreaking and practical. She was 80% confident of persuading Zhongrui Group, but Zhou Ji'an…

It's difficult.

Song Xi got out of bed, sat at his desk to study the materials, and stayed up half the night, finally falling asleep at three in the morning.

When I woke up again, it was already past nine o'clock.

After washing up, she went downstairs and made herself a cup of coffee.

Song Xi was sitting comfortably on the sofa, drinking coffee, when she suddenly noticed a maid stuffing an exorbitantly priced custom-made suit into a paper bag.

She casually asked, "My brother's clothes?"

The eldest daughter of the Zhao family has an excellent reputation. She is stunningly beautiful, has a strong personality, and is flawless inside and out, like an angel descended to earth.

The kind that drops hearts when it shakes its wings.

“Yes,” the maid replied enthusiastically, “Mr. Zhao instructed us to throw it away.”

Throw it away?

Song Xi beckoned, and the maid immediately handed her the suit.

She picked up the black suit in her hand with a puzzled look and examined it closely. It was clean and spotless, and she couldn't understand why Zhao Yansen had thrown it away.

Suddenly she remembered that last night, in her panic, she grabbed Zhao Yansen, and he was wearing the same clothes.

Just because she touched it, does that mean it has to be thrown away?

(End of this chapter)