Fatal Desire

Chapter 102 Apology
Since he brought up her decision to go abroad, Song Xi seems to no longer hide the past and openly face the four years they spent without each other.

But listening to her nonchalant tone, Zhao Yansen felt as if something was slowly slipping away, which made him feel a rare sense of unease.

He stared at her silently, which puzzled Song Xi. She asked softly, "Am I disturbing your work?"

A gentlemanly man would usually say no gently and considerately, but no one could fathom Zhao Yansen's true thoughts.

Zhao Yansen nodded, calmly asking, "How do you plan to apologize?"

"Apologize?" Song Xi's eyes widened.

Outside the plane window, the sea of ​​clouds surged, the setting sun shone like gold, and the entire city of Shanghai gradually shrank beneath our feet, like an exquisite game of chess.

The afterglow shone into her clear eyes, like a shimmering golden flame surging within them.

Zhao Yan smiled casually, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "You're always throwing away your brother for all sorts of trivial things, aren't you going to say anything?"

What do you mean by a mess?

Is it her career? Or her friends?

"My brother isn't mine."

Song Xi blinked and corrected his wording, "It's not a matter of throwing it away."

Zhao Yansen glanced at her: "If my brother isn't yours, whose is he?"

His words were ambiguous.

Song Xi couldn't tell whether he was referring to her brother or to her person, as the two conveyed completely different meanings.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Xi remained silent.

Zhao Yansen rolled up the paper in his hand and touched her chin. His dark eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he held her tightly, saying, "Hmm? Why aren't you answering?"

"..."

"You don't care, so why ask so many questions?" Song Xi retorted, angrily slapping away the rolled-up document paper.

"You're getting bolder and bolder." Zhao Yansen leaned closer to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Don't you treat me like a human being? Don't you have any emotions or desires?"

On the way back to the capital, Song Xi was still thinking about brotherly love and respect with his sister, but he himself brought up the seven emotions and six desires.

"He's my brother, okay?" Song Xi said in a tone that was half coquettish and half reproachful. "I've never seen a brother who cares about so much like you."

"If the eldest brother is really like a father, then my father is everywhere in the world, and I would be controlled to death."

"Oh?" Zhao Yansen's dark eyes stared at her, his tone carrying a hint of danger. "You have many older brothers?"

Song Xi suddenly raised her eyelashes, her bright eyes reflecting his handsome face. For some reason, her hormones seemed to be acting strangely; she felt a strange excitement.

Song Xi reached out and gently tugged at Zhao Yansen's expensive sleeve with her fingertips: "Brother, are you angry?"

Her voice rang with joy, her happiness overflowing.

Zhao Yansen stared at her slender white fingers with drooping eyelids, his expression indifferent: "Answer me."

“I only have one brother, you.” Song Xi’s delicate eyebrows curved like crescent moons as she said sweetly, “Why would I need so many brothers? I’m not a pigeon spirit.”

She kept saying that he was her only brother, and the angrier he got, the happier she became.

Hearing Song Xi's reply, Zhao Yansen felt much better, but he still maintained a cold expression.

Song Xi was in a good mood. When the flight attendant came over to ask her what she wanted to eat, she ordered fruit and dessert for herself and also ordered a glass of whiskey and a delicate dinner for Zhao Yansen.

The two-hour flight from Shanghai to Beijing passed in the blink of an eye.

The private plane landed safely at Beijing Capital International Airport.

The Zhao family's driver had been waiting for a long time, and then drove the Hongqi car back to the courtyard house in an orderly manner. Outside the car window, the lush leaves of the ginkgo trees were illuminated by the streetlights on both sides of the street, forming a dark sea that seemed to be rushing away.

Upon arriving home, Song Xi spent half an hour in the hall with Song Yunyu, mainly discussing matters related to Old Madam Zhao's birthday.

The following week, Song Xi threw himself into work, including collaborations with China and Switzerland, the lawsuit with the Qiao family, and other drug development.

Zhao Yansen also seemed very busy. He was the behind-the-scenes boss of Huasong Group. In addition to handling the group's official business, he also held meetings with his fathers.

On Friday, Song Xi and top clinical experts discussed unmet medical needs and explored ways to optimize clinical research designs.

After the meeting ended and I returned to my office, I hadn't even settled in when Chi Wang called.

“Brother Chi Wang.” Song Xi turned his office chair around and looked down at the ancient capital city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Chi Wang stated his purpose. "I've invited a group of racers to the club for a competition. Want to come and have some fun?"

Qin Fanghao was filming, Meng Weixian was in the Northwest, Shang Shixu was meeting with his business partners to discuss a project... Song Xi had some free time.

Zhou Ji'an would also be attending the gathering organized by Chi Wang. She happened to have something to discuss with Zhou Ji'an, so she agreed.

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Saturday, racing club.

Several top-of-the-line supercars were parked in the service area: Ferraris, Porsches, McLarens... Several familiar young men leaned against the cars, smoking.

The roar of the engine tore through the oppressive afternoon air as a matte black Lamborghini slowly drove into the VIP passage of the racetrack.

Seeing this, one of the young men teased, "Young Master Chi, you've arrived quite early."

"Do you guys know why I'm late today?" Chi Wang said casually, twirling his car keys. "My dad insisted I ride a shared bike, saying it's environmentally friendly."

"Yeah, you brought that yellow bike over in the trunk, right? I saw it when I parked."

“The environmental protection community should give you a special ‘self-deception’ award!” another young master laughed.

"Young Master Chi, what are we playing today?" A club employee dressed in a custom racing suit jogged over, his face beaming with a fawning smile.

"Not everyone's here yet, wait a bit." Chi Wang tossed the car keys to the mechanic and walked over to Song Xi.

In front of the club's annex, Song Xi wore a pair of exquisite sunglasses, looking quite relaxed and at ease.

Her gaze swept past Chi Wang and fell upon the young ladies who arrived late, with Jiang Shangxue and Li Shuyi walking in the very center.

They didn't linger outdoors; the group went straight to the spacious and luxurious VIP room to watch the game while drinking.

Many people came over to talk to Song Xi, and she sat on a single sofa, socializing with grace and poise.

Beside him, Chi Wang recounted his recent troubles: "My dad insists that I go on a blind date with the daughter of a diplomat, and the girl speaks five languages."

Holding a glass of champagne, Li Shuyi asked in a gentle voice, "How did you respond?"

Chi Wang: "I showed her my game account with all-language skins."

Zhou Ji'an commented: "With your intelligence, you could have been a court attendant in the Qing Dynasty, specializing in amusing the emperor."

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

In the lively yet quiet atmosphere, someone suddenly asked, "Li Shuyi, is your family planning a marriage alliance with the Zhao family? Our matriarch has heard that Madam Zhao has invited you to her birthday celebration."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone's eyes turned to Li Shuyi, who was standing next to Song Xi.

Topics related to the Zhao family are always sensitive, and the atmosphere became unusually solemn.

There was a three-second silence.

Chi Wang tilted his head and quietly asked Song Xi, "Sister, is she your future sister-in-law?"

(End of this chapter)