Fatal Desire

Chapter 92 My only interest is spoiling her
“Why would I think about him?” Song Xi said. “I don’t even have time to think about my aunt, let alone someone else.”

Zhao Yansen looked at her for a while, his dark eyes expressionless.

"I'm hungry." Song Xi looked up at him and said with a light smile, "Brother, let's go eat."

The estate is nestled against the mountains and overlooks the water, with two villas inside. The business dinner held last night took place in the villa on the left, while they are currently in the villa on the right.

The villas are surrounded by lush green trees, creating a quiet and private environment that is so clean that it seems devoid of any human presence.

In a huge and luxurious restaurant.

Zhong Yiheng sat in his chair, his arrogant face devoid of any emotion, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

A girl wearing a short top and a JK skirt bent down, flicked a lighter, and bent over to light his cigarette.

The faint starlight illuminated his pupils, allowing him to see the two people walking towards him calmly.

Zhong Yiheng waved his hand, and the beauty immediately stepped back. The cigarette she had just lit was extinguished without hesitation and stubbed out in the ashtray.

Smoking is prohibited when the Zhao family's heir appears with Song Xi.

"Brother Yiheng." Song Xi greeted Zhong Yiheng politely when she saw him.

Zhong Yiheng, dressed in a dark gray suit with a crown lion brooch studded with magnificent yellow diamonds on the lapel, shifted his gaze from Zhao Yansen to Song Xi:
"Sister Xi."

Song Xi smiled and then followed Zhao Yansen to sit down at the dining table.

An exquisite and unique long dining table, with fresh flowers changed daily in the center, exudes a clean and understated luxury.

Zhong Yiheng gestured for the beauty to sit down, then asked, "What would you like to drink, Sister Xi?"

Song Xi didn't need to answer, so Zhao Yansen calmly instructed her, "Make her a red bean latte."

Song Xi's favorite drink is red bean latte, the more red beans the better, and she never finds it too sweet, unlike her brother.

Upon hearing this, Song Xi smiled with delight.

She shifted her gaze to the beautiful woman beside Zhong Yiheng, who seemed to be about the same age as her.

Zhong Yiheng remained expressionless, glancing at the beauty with a sidelong glance.

Upon receiving the message, Shen Ruoying immediately stood up and introduced herself.

"Hello, Shen Ruoying is a dancer."

"Miss Shen, you're too kind," Song Xi said with a polite smile. "Song Xi."

Shen Ruoying sat back down: "Miss Xi."

Song Xi and Zhong Yiheng have similar eyes, both being noble and peach-blossom shaped, but they give off very different vibes.

The former is affectionate, the latter is fickle.

Shen Ruoying couldn't help but take a few more glances at Song Xi.

Song Xi's peach blossom eyes, framed by thick lashes, held a slight smile, suggesting a pleasant mood. She exuded a refreshing, misty aura, quietly permeating her surroundings with a powerful presence. Even without speaking, she effortlessly evoked a natural sense of goodwill in others.

Based on her refined demeanor and Zhong Yiheng's attitude towards her, Shen Ruoying was certain that Song Xi and Zhao Yansen were not in that kind of relationship.

Shen Ruoying had been by Zhong Yiheng's side for two and a half years and had seen Zhao Yansen twice from afar.

This man, the eldest son of the Zhao family in the capital, has a powerful background and ruthless methods. In the world of fame and fortune, almost no one can stand on equal footing with him.

When those arrogant rich kids mentioned him, they looked at him with respect and wanted to climb up to him, but no one could get too close to him.

Rumors circulate that the Zhao family's heir is a power-hungry individual, extremely rational and astute, and so self-disciplined that it's impossible for anyone to find a way to curry favor with him.

Such a cold and indifferent man makes one wonder what his closest bedmate would be like.

Delicious dishes and fine wines were served one after another: crispy roasted chicken with black truffle, drunken crab with Moutai and herbs, smoked cod with jasmine tea, cashew seaweed, braised goose feet with abalone sauce... all of which were delicious and appetizing.

Song Xi sipped her red bean latte and glanced at Shen Ruoying, who was eating raspberry double-skin milk pudding and wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels necklace around her swan-like neck.

Zhong Yiheng has a new girlfriend again. Or rather, a girlfriend, right?

While Song Xi was lost in thought, a plate of river shrimp suddenly appeared in front of her, and she turned her head to look at it.

Zhao Yansen then served her jasmine tea-smoked cod and ordered in a flat tone, "Eat."

Song Xi smiled sweetly, then pulled herself back to reality and began to eat slowly and deliberately.

The four of them ate quietly and politely, adhering to the principle of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

After dinner, Zhong Yiheng asked Shen Ruoying to go to the backyard to look after the cats. Only after she left did he begin to discuss serious matters with Zhao Yansen.

Song Xi vaguely understood what they were talking about.

Huasong Group acquired a leading US AI smart home company, and Zhao Yansen went to San Francisco a few days ago for this very reason.

Zhong's is a leading emerging technology industry group in China, occupying 80% of the high-end market share.

The two young men are preparing to penetrate overseas and domestic markets, forging a new era of global AI smart homes.

Zhao Yansen leaned against the back of the chair, his posture calm and relaxed, his demeanor and speech displaying the refinement of a noble young master, yet his cold words clearly revealed his dictatorial and autocratic nature.

After finishing two cups of red bean latte, Song Xi needed to go to the restroom.

She turned her head to look at her brother, and before she could speak, he already understood the meaning in her eyes: "Don't run far."

“Okay,” Song Xi replied obediently.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Xi went to the restroom. When she came out again, she ran into Shen Ruoying, who was holding a Persian cat.

The two walked side by side to the restaurant, and Shen Ruoying casually mentioned, "This is the first time I've seen Mr. Zhao with a girl."

"Is that so?" Song Xi understood the implication and smiled nonchalantly. "Not a single one?"

“No.” Shen Ruoying leaned closer to Song Xi and whispered, “Mr. Zhao usually finds it noisy when someone is breathing next to him.”

He paused, then added, "But I only heard this from someone else, so it's hard to tell if it's true or not."

Song Xi smiled and asked, "Miss Shen is very beautiful. Is she a dancer in the entertainment industry?"

“Not in the entertainment industry,” Shen Ruoying said with a smile. “I work in an opera and dance troupe, dancing classical dance.”

Song Xi: "The Goddess of the Luo River?"

"Miss Song knows about classical dance?" Shen Ruoying asked, slightly surprised.

“My friend is an actress who studied dance; I’ve heard her mention it.” Song Xi smiled slightly.

Shen Ruoying suddenly realized and handed over her business card: "I have a performance in Beijing next month. If Miss Song and her friends want to go, they can contact my manager anytime. He has tickets."

The two girls walked and chatted, sometimes breaking into bright smiles, their youthful energy creating a warm and beautiful scene.

Zhong Yiheng tilted his head and asked Song Xi, "Xi-mei, would you like to see a light show?"

Song Xi glanced at Zhao Yansen; the man was wearing a high-quality black shirt, exuding an aloof and meticulous air. They should finish discussing business now.

“Don’t look down on your brother, he’s not interested,” Zhong Yiheng laughed. “Your brother’s only interest is spoiling his sister.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Ruoying's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Brother...dotes on his sister...

The Lantern Festival at the Forbidden City in Beijing is as weighty as a history book; the light show on the Bund in Shanghai is as modern as a magazine.

The private luxury yachts on the Huangpu River are full of extravagance and debauchery. When Song Xi last came to Shanghai, he stood on the deck with his eyes shining as he admired the dazzling beauty of the city.

Zhao Yansen assumed she liked it and planned to stay and watch the light show with her.

But then Song Xi politely declined, saying, "If my brother isn't interested, neither am I."

(End of this chapter)