Fatal Desire

Chapter 119 Don't you know I don't like you?
Song Xi tried to pretend that she was fine, but she couldn't control herself.

Over the years, through all sorts of twists and turns, only her aunt remains her family.

The Zhao family is ultimately just the Zhao family, and Zhao Yansen is just Zhao Yansen. He wasn't anyone to her a long time ago, and he won't become anyone to her in the future.

Song Xi could not disregard her aunt for her own selfish desires.

They did all sorts of things that lovers do. If they were discovered, how would others view them?

Morally corrupt?

How will they criticize Zhao Yansen?

Shameless and despicable? A beast in human form? So desperate that he seduced a young girl?
The Zhao family is such a prestigious family that they care so much about their reputation. How could Zhao Zongting, such an upright and honest man, tolerate their illicit affair? And how much harm would her existence cause her aunt? Song Xi, who was so devoted to love in her youth, couldn't consider any of this. Her mind was completely focused on the other person.

Song Xi doesn't care about getting hurt herself, and she doesn't want others to get hurt because of her.

She wiped away her tears, cleared her throat, and tried her best not to cry: "Auntie, I want to move to the west wing."

She initially lived in the east wing because her aunt wanted her to get along well with Zhao Yansen and have him take care of her.

Now, neither of these is needed.

Song Yunyu was slightly taken aback: "Why the sudden move?"

Song Xi remained calm: "My brother lives in the east wing. It will be inconvenient for him to bring his wife back after his wedding."

Song Yunyu scrutinized her face but noticed nothing unusual.

Zhao Yansen's lips were chapped several times recently, as if he had been bitten. On the old lady's birthday, his niece suddenly had a red mark on her neck.

She thought...

It seems that she is overthinking.

"If you want to move, then move," Song Yunyu comforted her.

Song Xi took a sip of tea and then said, "The company might be quite busy lately, so I might not be able to come back often."

"Work is important, but your health is more important." Song Yunyu held her cold hand. "I'll have Zhang Ma come to your apartment to cook some medicinal food."

Song Xi deliberately said, "Still drinking?"

"You've never liked taking medicine since you were little," Song Yunyu said, tapping her smooth forehead with a helpless tone.

Song Xi: "Nobody likes to drink medicine. If people liked to drink medicine, that would be terrible!"

Song Yunyu was amused by her, and her mood improved considerably.

Song Xi pondered for a long time, but in the end, she didn't tell her aunt that she was going abroad in a while.

After chatting for a while, Song Xi got up and went back to her room.

She stood at the head of the bed, slowly looking around the exquisite and elegant bedroom.

Every corner was decorated by Zhao Yansen according to her wishes; it holds many unforgettable memories for her.

The room was still the same room, the decoration was still the same, but they were no longer themselves.

Fu Guanyue asked her if Zhao Yansen might never like her or develop romantic feelings for her. If things didn't go as she wished, would she even give up their original affection?
Song Xi said with certainty at the time, "No."

He wouldn't dislike her.

That unwavering conviction was initially the hardest gem in the world, but Zhao Yansen personally chiseled a crack into it, and over those four years, it crumbled and collapsed little by little.

Today, it has been ground into powder.

Song Xi stared intently at the ceiling, which was devoid of any dazzling, mysterious starry sky; instead, there was only a blank expanse stretching to the horizon.

The stars can only be seen when night falls.

Once the lights of the world are lit, their lights will go out.

Two slow, deliberate knocks sounded at the door.

The rhythm was so familiar that Song Xi knew who was outside the door without even having to look.

She composed herself and walked gracefully to open the door.

Zhao Yansen was very tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. Standing at the doorway, he almost filled Song Xi's entire field of vision.

He wore an exquisite black shirt, the buttons loosely fastened and the collar casually folded down, exuding an innate air of nobility and superiority.

Approaching thirty, Zhao Yansen's sharp edges have faded with time, and his demeanor, sculpted and refined by years, has become increasingly composed, self-disciplined, and handsome.

A faint smell of nicotine lingered around her nose. Song Xi looked up at Zhao Yansen and slightly furrowed her brows.

Was he just smoking?

She collected her thoughts and asked casually, "Brother, is there something you need?" "Lab explosion." Zhao Yansen paused for a rare moment, as if afraid that a certain word might hurt her. When had he ever spoken so cautiously? His demeanor was cold and weary.

"You haven't forgotten yet?"

"I haven't forgotten," Song Xi replied, not understanding his question, "but it's all in the past."

It was something that really happened, and it was such a big accident, how could she forget it?

Zhao Yansen's deep gaze fell on her face, measuring it inch by inch, and his voice was gentle and deep: "Then why are you crying?"

Song Xi was taken aback, then realized that he had just seen it.

"Can't I miss my aunt? I've been gone for four years and haven't come back even once. My aunt is my only family, yet I neglected her because of other unimportant things. Can't I feel guilty and hate myself?"

She asked him in a soft voice to avoid appearing vulnerable in front of him.

Despite her lack of aggression, Zhao Yansen felt a dull, indescribable pain stirring in a corner of his heart.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going inside."

Song Xi was about to step back and close the door, but Zhao Yansen beat her to it, easily pressing down on the door panel with his hand.

Song Xi couldn't close the door, so she looked up at him.

Zhao Yansen suddenly chuckled softly and spoke, his voice hoarse with the smell of smoke, its meaning ambiguous:

Do you like me, or your brother?

Song Xi met his gaze directly, without flinching or even hesitating.

She said calmly, "Why do you ask that, brother? Don't you know I don't like you?"

Zhao Yansen stared at the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes in front of him, without finding the slightest flaw.

Just like yesterday when she was with him, she didn't show the slightest unusual emotion.

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyelids and examined her hands.

I didn't pinch the tiger's mouth (the area between the thumb and index finger).

Song Xi remained expressionless, her gaze shifting from him to the approaching servant outside.

"Brother, someone's coming, please move aside."

Zhao Yansen lowered his eyes, straightened his tall and imposing figure, and glanced at her coldly.

The two servants greeted him nervously.

The servants were there to help Song Xi pack her things and move them to the west wing room. They were allowed to go in directly.

Song Xi didn't look at Zhao Yansen and stepped into the dressing room with an ordinary gait.

The walk-in closet has wardrobes on all four sides, and a jewelry display stand in the middle. When the lights are turned on, the glass cabinets shimmer with light.

She leaned against the counter, looked down at her palms, and saw they were covered in a fine layer of sweat.

So he went to the bathroom and washed his hands with fruit-scented hand soap.

Song Xi looked up at herself in the mirror. After the laboratory explosion was made public, she faced it calmly.

Well then, it's time to say goodbye.

After leaving the bathroom, she nestled into a single sofa, picked up her laptop, and sent an email to her therapist, Virginia, to schedule a meeting in advance.

The servants were efficient and soon moved her belongings out of the east wing.

Song Xi packed her things, glanced at the ceiling, then closed the door behind her without looking back, and went downstairs with her computer in her arms.

She thought Zhao Yansen had already left home, but when she came downstairs, she still ran into him.

Several cigarette butts were piled up in the ashtray on the coffee table.

Zhao Yansen leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette between his lips, and lit it with his head tilted to the side.

A thin mist rose slowly, blurring his deep, handsome features.

Song Xi stared at him for a while.

Zhao Yansen slowly lifted his eyelids, his deep black eyes glancing over.

Through the swirling smoke, their eyes met.

Song Xi didn't speak, and didn't even call him "brother".

Finally, Zhao Yansen spoke first: "Why are you moving?"

(End of this chapter)