Fatal Desire

Chapter 93 Holding her wrist tightly

In the past, Song Xi would have happily agreed and would have insisted on taking Zhao Yansen with him.

But things are different now than before.

At the very least, saying goodbye shouldn't create new romantic memories.

She simply stayed quietly and obediently by his side, without interfering or causing any trouble, like a transparent person.

Since he wasn't going to participate in any further entertainment activities and Zhao Yansen had finished discussing his work, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

Song Xi got into the car and sat properly next to Zhao Yansen. The air seemed a bit warm, so she brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

Luo Xiao, in the driver's seat, noticed her expression and turned the air conditioning down a notch: "Miss, is this temperature alright?"

“Sure,” Song Xi said with a smile.

Luo Xiao started the engine, and the car drove away from the private estate, the lush green scenery slowly receding outside the car window.

Song Xi sat in her chair, holding her phone, replying to unread messages one by one.

Meng Weixian checks in at fixed times every day in the group, posting his daily life as a young master on the front line in Northwest China.

Meng Weixian: "I'm terrifyingly strong right now.jpg"

Qin Fanghao: "Meng Qiang is scared. Seeing that you're adapting quite well, why don't you not come back? Stay there and build our motherland and benefit the people."

Meng Weixian: "?"

Meng Weixian: "No! I have to go back to managing my planetarium!"

Song Xi: "You can hire a professional agent to help you run the planetarium."

If many second-generation rich kids don't want to manage their companies themselves, their parents usually hire professional agents to manage them so that the younger generation can live a safe and secure life.

Meng Weixian: "I painstakingly built the planetarium. I racked my brains over every single detail. How could I hand it over to someone else? No way!"

Meng Weixian: "Carl Sagan said, 'It is my honor to share the same planet and the same time with you in the vastness of space and the infinity of time.'"

Meng Weixian: "The charm of astronomy is boundless; I must experience it for myself!"

Whenever astronomy and snow on the river are mentioned, Meng Weixian has a lot to say. Song Xi and Qin Fanghao are used to it and let him post his long and rambling theories in the group.

A new message popped up on my phone screen; it was a private chat with Qin Fanghao.

Song Xi slowly switched chat windows.

Qin Fanghao: "Shang Shixu suddenly asked me last night, 'You and your brother aren't related, are you?'"

Qin Fanghao: "Weren't you on a business trip to Shanghai? What happened? Why is he suddenly asking this?"

Song Xi was stunned.

She was quick-witted and grasped the logic behind the timing problem in just a few seconds.

Did Shang Shixu see her kissing Zhao Yansen?
Before Song Xi could reply, Qin Fanghao sent another message:
"He had asked me before if I knew about the explosion at the National Tsing Hua University lab, but I didn't tell him and just pretended not to know."

Some memories, like a cross, spun deep within Song Xi's heart, causing fine beads of blood to seep out.

Her face paled slightly as she slowly typed: "My brother was at the business dinner last night, so Shang Shixu most likely saw him."

Qin Fanghao took two minutes to gather her thoughts and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Song Xi: "It's alright, don't worry."

She wouldn't let this crazy, forbidden love ruin their future; it wasn't worth it.

The deep, bleeding scars that once etched themselves on her heart have, with the passage of time and personal growth, now only faint traces of pinholes remain. Only by digging very carefully can one discover large patches of incompleteness.

Song Xi thought to herself that she would return Zhao Yansen soon.

We never expected it to last forever, so it was somewhat expected that we would part ways now.

In the quiet carriage, irregular sounds suddenly rang out.

It felt as if something was patting Song Xi's heart again and again. She turned her head to look, and what came into view was the man's beautiful knuckles tapping lightly on the cold handrail.

Song Xi shifted her gaze, looked up, and unexpectedly met Zhao Yansen's deep gaze.

Her fingertips twitched unconsciously, and a sharp, throbbing pain spread to her heart.

Zhao Yansen scrutinized her expression and, noticing that she had lost her morning radiance, asked, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Song Xi paused for two seconds, then broke into a smile, "Good news, we won the patent lawsuit."

"Why are you looking so gloomy when something good has happened?" Zhao Yansen reached out and gently pinched her delicate cheek.

The partition between the front and rear seats did not rise, so Luo Xiao in the driver's seat could clearly see their every move.

Realizing this, Song Xi reflexively slapped Zhao Yansen's hand away and leaned back abruptly, as if she had been frightened.

"No," Song Xi said with an impeccable smile. "Brother, don't pinch my cheeks. If you pinch them too much, the left and right sides will become asymmetrical."

Zhao Yansen's hand froze almost imperceptibly in mid-air for a moment, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

A few seconds later, a large hand grabbed her wrist and suddenly pulled her back. Song Xi was caught off guard and her upper body leaned forward.

The two were closer than they had been half a minute ago.

Zhao Yansen remained calm, gently pinching the soft flesh of her right cheek with his long fingers, and following her logic:
"Pinch the left cheek, then the right cheek, and it will be symmetrical."

Song Xi opened her eyes wide, her long eyelashes fluttering, and protested: "You can't just pinch my little sister like that."

“It wasn’t casual.” Zhao Yansen repeated her words calmly and composedly, “I thought about it seriously for three seconds.”

Song Xi: "..."

Bad older brother.

The girl glared at him angrily, her cheeks as soft as cotton candy. Zhao Yansen held her wrist tightly, a lazy smile curving his lips.

after an hour.

Upon arrival at the destination, the car came to a smooth stop.

Zhao Yansen had just pardoned Song Xi's wrist, but along the way he kept pinching and playing with her hand, casually touching her slender wrist and casually pinching her fingers.

When Song Xi got out of the car, her hands felt numb and tingly, as if they didn't belong to her. She reasonably suspected that Zhao Yansen wanted a younger sister so he could tease her anytime.

After stretching his wrists, Song Xi looked around and realized that the car had actually driven into a lane that combined the narrow alleys and tall houses of Jiangnan water towns with the characteristics of Western row houses.

She turned to look at Zhao Yansen, her eyes filled with doubt, silently asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Pick a birthday gift for the old lady," Zhao Yansen said succinctly.

When Song Xi heard that Madam Zhao was having trouble deciding what gift to give, he immediately followed Zhao Yansen's lead.

"I also want."

The alleyway was ancient and narrow, paved with bluestone. The two walked side by side toward the innermost courtyard, their arms brushing together unintentionally.

Outside, Song Xi tried to avoid physical contact with Zhao Yansen, but he still managed to grab her slender wrist.

Song Xi was slightly taken aback. She blinked her eyelashes, and the mist that had covered her eyes dissipated, leaving only a clear and bright look.

"Brother, you don't need to touch me outside."

“Why not?” Zhao Yansen’s long, slender fingers slid down, weaving between her fingers. Just a second before their fingers were about to intertwine, Song Xi suddenly pulled her hand away.

He shook his fist and it was empty.

She calmly replied, "We only agreed that you would let me sleep with you until I got tired of it."

Zhao Yansen's eyes suddenly darkened as he stared at her and said in a deep voice, "Tired of her?"

(End of this chapter)