Fatal Desire

Chapter 104 Carrying her away in public
Chi Wang: "Should we call your brother?"

A tall, half-Chinese, half-German man, over 1.85 meters tall, bowed and lowered his posture, carefully asking the girl questions... Anyone who didn't know better would think he was his sister.

"No need..." Song Xi didn't finish her sentence, and the call wasn't even finished.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, as if they had been abruptly covered by thick soundproof glass, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The door with its embossed patterns was pushed open indifferently from the outside in.

Everyone in the room turned their gaze toward the entrance.

A tall and slender figure walked in calmly, still wearing that well-tailored, expensive black suit, which made him appear even more aloof and proud.

The young masters and ladies inside the house suddenly came to their senses, and some of them showed surprise, clearly not expecting the young master of the Zhao family to visit tonight.

They all stood up in bewilderment, wanting to say hello.

Zhao Yansen strode to the sofa, his voice indifferent, uttering only two words: "Get out of the way."

A chill ran down Chi Wang's spine, and his mind went blank for a moment. He immediately stepped aside and said, "Brother Yansen, I was just thinking about whether to call you when you arrived."

Song Xi's vision was obscured by a layer of grayish-white mist, making it difficult to see clearly, but he could vaguely make out who the newcomer was.

Brother.

She immediately relaxed, letting her guard down. She leaned her head against the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and took a nap. She hadn't slept much lately due to being busy at work, and the alcohol had numbed her senses, making her sleepy.

With the dim light, Zhao Yansen could see Song Xi's condition.

Her delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows evoked the image of Hestia, the pure and innocent goddess of Greek mythology. A faint blush rose to her fair cheeks, like two moons reflected in water, meant to be admired from afar, their light shattering at the slightest touch, slowly spilling out as water.

"What did you give her to drink?"

Zhao Yansen's tone sounded ordinary, but Chi Wang's heart skipped a beat: "A cocktail with 20% vodka in it."

The crown prince of the Zhao family is very clear about what is separate from what is right: family ties are family ties, friendships are friendships, and interests are interests.

Zhao Yansen's sharp, cold eyes swept over Chi Wang. "I wasn't here. Who told you to give her the wine?"

The men and women around dared not utter a sound, for fear of incurring his wrath. The Crown Prince was not there for fun, but to settle scores.

I've never seen him act like this before, even when Chi Wang makes jokes without any sense of propriety. It seems this time, someone has really crossed his line.

In the stillness, Song Xi reached out and tugged at the fabric of Zhao Yansen's trousers at the knee, her eyes weary and her voice soft: "I wanted to drink it myself... Brother, I'm sleepy, it's not comfortable to rest my head on this."

Zhao Yansen slowly loosened his cufflinks, bent down, and easily scooped her up with his strong arms, holding her firmly in his embrace.

Song Xi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her face against his chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhao Yansen calmly carried Song Xi away; his purpose in coming here was all too clear.

Families with younger sisters are generally unhappy about their sisters drinking and coming home late.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the Crown Prince's figure disappeared from sight.

Damn, this was even more exciting than the race this afternoon!

Apart from Zhou Ji'an, he stared intently at the doorway, his eyes shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to discern his specific emotions.

“Yansen finally has a younger sister, and I’m worried you’ll lead her astray,” Meng Boyu said to Chi Wang as he walked over, holding a whiskey.

“Oh, how could I not know?” Chi Wang plopped down on the sofa. “Last time, Angel Sister wanted to eat Qingfeng steamed buns from Haicheng, so he sent a plane to Haicheng to bring the chef to Beijing to make them for her, so she could eat freshly baked Qingfeng steamed buns. This ‘breakfast stall’ is more expensive than Musk’s rockets.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished. So much pampering? His illegitimate younger sister is the Crown Prince's Achilles' heel?!

Li Shuyi clenched her fingers tightly, gripping the champagne glass in her hand. The cold water droplets on the glass seeped into her skin, spreading a cool sensation.

"Is Mr. Zhao very protective of his own?" she asked Jiang Shangxue.

Jiang Shangxue: "The older brother protects his younger sister; the family is normal."

In order to protect their own interests, powerful families will unite to fight against outsiders. A prominent family like the Zhao family will have even stronger family cohesion than other families.

Li Shuyi looked at the empty single sofa, and the image of the man who had pushed open the door without warning not long ago uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

He stood there, looking down at us with an air of cold mystery.

That powerful and oppressive aura made everyone hold their breath. But the next second, he bent down and picked up his sister in one swift and easy motion, without being rough.

Her heart skipped a beat, and although Li Shuyi's face had just returned to normal temperature, her earlobes were starting to get hot.

She didn't know what it felt like to be held in the arms of a man like that, but she knew that the Crown Prince didn't seem to be as cold-hearted as rumored.

He also has a gentle side.

Li Shuyi couldn't help but recall the first time she met Zhao Yansen.

It was early autumn when she and her uncle, an official, went to a refined private kitchen for a meal. Midway through the meal, her uncle left the table and hurriedly walked outside.

This was the first time her uncle had been in such a hurry, and she was curious. She pushed open the Chinese-style carved window and looked at the two figures standing by the small bridge and flowing water.

The man's figure was shrouded in thick shadow, but his handsome and tall silhouette could be vaguely discerned. The dim light from the stone lamp accentuated his cold and aloof demeanor.

My uncle, who always had a straight spine, bowed appropriately when facing him, appearing to be humble and subservient.

Some people can make others fall for them with just their back view.

"Didn't Song Xi just return to the country? Why is she so close to Mr. Zhao?" Li Shuyi collected her thoughts and then asked Jiang Shangxue.

"She went abroad four years ago. Is there something wrong with their relationship?" Jiang Shangxue said.

"No problem." Li Shuyi answered outwardly, but inwardly she felt something was off. "Maybe it's my sixth sense."

Jiang Shangxue thought she was worried that her sister would not agree to her brother's marriage, and said, "Song Xi is not an unreasonable and spoiled young lady. She will not make things difficult for people for no reason."

Li Shuyi had something on her mind every day.

“Madam Zhao doesn’t invite outsiders to her birthday banquet.” Jiang Shangxue patted her shoulder. “She favors you a lot. Once you marry into the family, you will naturally be able to attend her birthday celebration.”

"I hope so." Li Shuyi frowned and took a sip of wine.

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The all-black sedan, like a drop of ink falling into the darkness of Beijing, rolled over the web of neon lights and moonlight. The club's gilded sign in the rearview mirror gradually shrank.

In the back seat compartment.

As the alcohol took effect, Song Xi felt like a small boat shrouded in a thick white fog, her mind growing increasingly hazy.

Zhao Yansen unscrewed the bottle of honey water with one hand, lifted her cheek with his large hand, and coaxed her to drink the honey water to sober up.

Song Xi opened her eyes groggily and saw a familiar face. She smiled, her beautiful peach blossom eyes seeming to hold the morning glow, radiant and charming.

"Brother." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice sweet but not cloying, almost like a coquettish plea, "Why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)