Fatal Desire

Chapter 91 She deserves the best in the world
"..." Song Xi was silent for a few seconds, then quickly racked her brains to find a way to explain, "That's just a way of making things up."

"Are you kidding me?" Zhao Yansen chuckled, lust surfacing in his eyes, his long, slender fingers smoothing her disheveled hair.

The shirt was made of a light and soft fabric, which was very comfortable to wear, and at the same time, it allowed me to clearly perceive his morning reactions.

Zhao Yansen wasn't this jerk before. Every time she came to him, he was extremely gentle, worried that she would faint if he used even a little force, since she did have a low threshold and there was a precedent for this.

While he's still restrained now, he's become much more direct and rude. He offers himself up without her even having to express her needs.

Zhao Yansen's gaze fell on Song Xi's face, and a lingering desire, like the warmth of the night before, surfaced in his eyes.

After a brief moment of eye contact, he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and husky with the raspy sound of early morning:
"If you're not hungry, sleep a little longer. Get up when you're hungry."

Song Xi rubbed her face against his firm chest muscles and said in a muffled voice, "Then find someone to get me a computer, I need to use it."

She never uses other people's computers when it comes to confidential company information.

"Hmm." Zhao Yansen uttered a muffled, hoarse monosyllabic word, seemingly asleep, and it was unclear whether he had heard clearly.

Song Xi assumed he had heard her clearly and closed her eyes to catch up on sleep.

I woke up again at noon.

The manor servants pushed open a clothes cart, on which hung luxurious and beautiful clothes and exquisite ornaments.

The computer was delivered by Luo Xiao.

Instead of washing up and changing clothes, Song Xi sat on the sofa fiddling with the computer, her fingertips hovering over the touchpad as she worked on a database problem.

The floor-length curtains automatically opened to both sides.

Bright sunlight streamed into the room, re-outlining her face. Beneath her thick, long lashes, her large, bright eyes had clear, translucent pupils, as if glistening water was about to burst forth.

Zhao Yansen stood at the head of the bed, loosely fastening his bathrobe, and looked over, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Song Xi looked down at the computer screen, then looked up as if she had noticed something and saw the man's tall and slender back.

She acted as if nothing had happened and lowered her head to continue working.

Once it's done, call Shang Shixu to let him know.

However, Cheng Nian answered the phone.

"President Song, President Shang drank a bit too much last night and hasn't woken up yet." Cheng Nian said that after they left the manor yesterday, Shang Shixu went to a bar and drank until almost dawn before returning home.

Song Xi never inquired about Shang Shixu's private affairs. Knowing that he was in good health, she said, "Then when you wake up, tell him that the database matter has been settled."

"I understand, Mr. Song," Cheng Nian replied, then asked, "Do you have any other plans for today?"

“No.” Song Xi pondered for a moment. “You don’t need to follow me. You are free to do as you please. You can go straight back to the capital, or stay for two more days.”

"Okay, got it."

After ending the call and putting down her laptop, Song Xi stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the shower room. She glanced at it with foam in her mouth.

My brother is a germaphobe.

Song Xi muttered to herself and focused on washing up. When she finished, Zhao Yansen also came out of the shower.

He casually draped a bathrobe over his shoulders, his muscles were strong, his clothes were exquisite, and his aura was sharp and powerful, always exuding a fatal allure.

The pampered princess had no idea how to help others change clothes, and even though that person was Zhao Yansen, the man she loved, she never even considered changing his clothes.

Taking off your clothes is fine, but putting them on is unnecessary.

Song Xi slipped on her slippers and walked into the living room. She stopped at the neatly arranged clothes on the trolley rack and suddenly hesitated about what to wear. After thinking for a moment, she picked up an elegant and mature long dress.

The man's shirt slipped off his body and fell onto the carpet. She had just finished putting on her undergarments when she heard the steady footsteps of a man behind her.

Song Xi turned around and saw Zhao Yansen picking up the long dress she had chosen, asking, "Wear this one?"

“Hmm.” Song Xi stated her reasoning, “The marks from last night haven’t faded yet, so I can’t wear a short skirt, and pants are a bit stuffy.”

Zhao Yansen's gaze swept over her alabaster skin, the ambiguous red marks particularly noticeable, revealing his despicable behavior.

He chuckled softly, lifted his skirt, and strode towards her.

Zhao Yansen personally helped Song Xi get dressed, and she was easily lifted onto the sofa by the man, allowing him to do as he pleased.

She noticed that the sofa under her feet, though equally soft and comfortable, was not the same sofa they had been intimately entwined on the day before.

I don't know when it was replaced.

The pure white silk fabric slid down Song Xi's waist, softly outlining her slender and graceful figure. In that instant, the dress seemed to be infused with her body fragrance, making it even more elegant.

Song Xi raised her hands, and the ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist jingled softly, its clear sound like a bright spring.

"How much is this?" she asked curiously.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes, slowly and methodically tied her skirt sash, and said without looking up, "Thirty million."

Song Xi pressed on cautiously, "In RMB?"

“US dollars.” Zhao Yansen lifted his eyelids and looked at her with a leisurely air.

“Oh.” Song Xi laughed heartily, “I deserve such an expensive bracelet.”

Without the slightest affectation, she genuinely believed she deserved the best in the world. She looked every bit the charming and confident little princess.

Zhao Yansen raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes filled with a nonchalant smile as he stared at her.

The two stared at each other for a while. Song Xi was captivated by the top-tier male beauty, and her heart rate was a little fast. She jumped off the sofa, walked to the full-length mirror, spun around, and then smiled, her eyebrows curving upwards. She was very satisfied with the dress.

She looked at Zhao Yansen in the mirror: "Brother, are you very busy today?"

"I can stay with you," he said calmly.

When he talked about accompanying her, it was actually mostly her accompanying him.

Song Xi didn't have any objections; she used to love following Zhao Yansen around.

At first, he thought she was too young and only agreed to let her stay with him in Beijing. After Meng Weixian took her to the Northwest to study astronomy, he took her with him whenever he had free time.

...Except for meetings with Zhao Zongting and others involving major secrets, she cannot be brought along.

They had visited many cities, both domestic and international, at the same time, including this private estate.

The origin of the manor is a well-known story. In the 1940s and 50s, when the Zhong family was still living overseas, the country was in trouble. The Zhong family overcame all difficulties to send a large amount of supplies back to China, solving the urgent problem.

Later, the government specially allocated this land to the Zhong family as a token of gratitude.

When Zhong Yiheng's father was in charge of the family, the Zhong family moved back to China and built this manor villa.

Song Xi knew many powerful and influential people, but few of them had ever seen her in person.

Zhong Yiheng was one of them. When he first saw Song Xi, he was quite incredulous; the way he looked at her clearly said:
Why does the Crown Prince of the Zhao family always carry a young girl with him?

Thinking of this, Song Xi tilted her head: "Is Brother Yiheng here?"

Zhao Yansen calmly adjusted his cuffs, his tone ambiguous: "What, missing him?"

(End of this chapter)