Fatal Desire

Chapter 95 Only she can bring him

Zhao Yansen raised the corners of his lips slightly and said in his usual unhurried manner, "To make her happy, you have to make her angry first?"

His tone was calm and unmoved, yet it clearly expressed his attitude.

Teacher Yu was unaware of their other identity and, based on Zhao Yansen's attitude, assumed they had ulterior motives.

"The young lady has a pleasant appearance and a gentle personality," Teacher Yu said with a smile. "She doesn't seem difficult to please."

What Teacher Yu could see at a glance, Zhao Yansen naturally understood perfectly well as well. However, after so many years, Song Xi had long since developed a resistance to his flattery; his attempts to please her were far less effective than a stranger's compliments.

Song Xi and her assistant went into the inner room, where the nanny was making afternoon tea. She looked at the freshly baked desserts and pastries, sat down and ate some sweet soup and chestnut ice cream. The desserts caused her brain to release dopamine, which made her feel much happier.

The assistant and nanny brought afternoon tea to the courtyard. Song Xi came out with a big smile. As soon as she lifted the gauze curtain, she was suddenly met with Zhao Yansen's gaze.

He looked at her smiling face and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Song Xi suppressed her smile and walked casually to Teacher Yu, watching Teacher Yu's skillful hands move.

For decades, Teacher Yu has dedicated himself to the lonely and tedious work of intangible cultural heritage crafts, embodying the spirit of craftsmanship: "a lifetime of responsibility for one thing."

The buzzing of the welding torch subsided, and Teacher Yu put down the welding torch and adhesive tweezers, saying to Song Xi, "Xiao Xi, right?"

Song Xi nodded and smiled sweetly: "Teacher Yu."

"The value of a birthday gift for an elderly person doesn't lie in its price, but in the sentiment behind it." Teacher Yu stood by the nanmu wood table and gestured to her, "Put the gold enamel hairpin from the fireproof board into the alum pot."

"Is that so?" Song Xi followed Teacher Yu's instructions.

"That's right, the steps are correct." Teacher Yu introduced with a smile, "This is called the 'Washing Hairpin Style'."

Song Xiyang smiled and said, "I've learned something new."

The assistant brought out an official leather case from the room and placed it on the nanmu wood table. Teacher Yu opened the case, took out five exquisitely painted cloisonné powder boxes, and taught Song Xi how to mix enamel with glaze.

Teacher Yu watched Song Xi's movements and couldn't help but exclaim, "Your thinking is clear and logical, and your skills are meticulous. Have you studied this?"

“I haven’t studied it.” Song Xi’s smile spread like an oil painting, and her words were clear. “I studied biomedicine, and every step of the experiment has to be rigorous and meticulous.”

"That's a pity. I was hoping someone as talented as you could come and be my apprentice." Teacher Yu took out a blue gun from the toolbox and handed it to Song Xi. "Dip it in the prepared enamel and then apply it to the acid-washed gold hibiscus body."

Song Xi lowered her eyes and operated the machine carefully.

The glaze drips onto the hibiscus petals formed by cloisonné, with bright yellow stamens and emerald green leaves, reminiscent of the unrestrained elegance described in Su Shi's poem, "Hibiscus in autumn water, time opens and closes on its own."

Teachers Song Xi and Yu teach openly and honestly, and the students concentrate on their studies, creating a picturesque scene within the simple and elegant courtyard.

Beside the square well, which exudes the charm of Jiangnan, Zhao Yansen was making a phone call, with melodious laughter occasionally reaching his ears. He glanced to the side and saw Song Xi's beaming face.

I finally smiled from the bottom of my heart.

Song Xi and Teacher Yu spent the afternoon learning intangible cultural heritage techniques and returned home with a wealth of knowledge. As the sun set, they politely declined Teacher Yu's offer to stay for dinner and drove away.

Luo Xiao, in the driver's seat, glanced at the rearview mirror and sensed that the atmosphere between the boss and the young lady had become strange again. He didn't quite understand why they had so many conflicts, but one thing was clear.

No matter how fierce the argument gets or how strained the relationship becomes, the boss will still treat the young lady with a cold shoulder.

Perhaps this is Zhao Yansen; even when they have conflicts and quarrels, the foundation of their relationship still exists, so he has endless patience to tolerate her.

We dined at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant in Italy that evening. Song Xi remained quiet and well-behaved throughout, not uttering a single unnecessary word.

Zhao Yansen followed her lead.

As Song Xi left the restaurant, she glanced at the time, looked up at Zhao Yansen and said goodbye, "Brother, you go ahead with your work, I'll go home by myself later."

Zhao Yansen ignored her, coldly shoving her into the car, completely unmoved by her struggles. After putting Song Xi in, he got into the car from the other side.

Song Xi, like a small figurine, was placed perfectly inside the leather seat before she could even resist.

When Zhao Yansen came up, she immediately turned and glared at her fiercely.

Zhao Yansen coldly said, "Go to Juntan." Seeing that the situation was not right, Luo Xiao immediately raised the baffle and started the engine cleanly and efficiently.

The neon lights of the city receded outside the car window, while a few rays of light shone into the carriage, illuminating Song Xi's face.

She seemed stubborn and unhappy.

Song Xi still doesn't understand why Zhao Yansen could sleep with her while not loving her.

Perhaps they are all like this, with a cold and indifferent nature at their core.

Zhong Yiheng only cared about the interests of the Zhong family his whole life. He was never short of young and beautiful girls around him, who would pamper and coax him, but never give him any official status.

The "pampering" he received was insignificant to him, but the girl magnified his good qualities infinitely.

Song Xi had no romantic feelings for Zhong Yiheng, so she could interact with him normally and didn't mind that he had been with many women.

But Zhao Yansen is different.

Song Xi occasionally let his mind wander, wondering if, without her, he would be like Zhong Yiheng, constantly surrounded by female confidantes. On the surface, she appeared glamorous, but in reality, she was incredibly corrupt.

But if Zhao Yansen were truly corrupt, she definitely wouldn't like him.

If you don't like it, you don't need to care whether it's dirty or not.

So, assuming you've hit a dead end, you simply can't figure out a solution.

Regardless of love or not, if we only consider lust, Song Xi can find an answer.

When she was in China, she prevented Zhao Yansen from seeing other women. And the reason he didn't find anyone else during the four years she was gone was because no one else could satisfy him.

There are some things that no one else can give him; only she can bring them to him.

But that was not love after all.

Fortunately, she no longer craves his love; she only wants to fill the void in her heart.

In the end, give her back her whole self, and give him back his whole self.

She stopped bothering him, but he still kept trying to get close to her.

Zhao Yansen raised his hand, unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, and then glanced at her.

Song Xi was furious with her brother. Their eyes met for a moment, and she immediately turned to look out the car window.

She didn't even look at him.

Without warning, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm, easily pulled her over, and with a twist and lift, she was forced to straddle his lap.

In the dim light, I could make out the man's face. He was calm and composed, with a steady and proud expression. He was always at ease and remained unfazed no matter what happened.

"You've ignored me all day." Zhao Yansen leaned back in his chair, amused as he watched her puffed-up face. "What are you angry about?"

Song Xi stared intently at his handsome face, both angry and resentful: "Don't you ever think you've gone too far?"

He was the one who wanted to drive her away and send her abroad. She was just obediently following his instructions, but in the end, it became her being disobedient.

Zhao Yansen gathered her long hair from her chest to her shoulder and patiently asked, "What did you do wrong?"

As he spoke, his prominent Adam's apple bobbed. Song Xi held back for a moment, but couldn't resist and raised her hands to grab his neck.

"Everything you do is too much. My brother is a big jerk. I hate you."

Halfway through his harsh words, Zhao Yansen suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pressed his forehead against hers, lowered his brows, and forcefully pierced her eyes with his gaze.

"Don't hate me."

(End of this chapter)