Fatal Desire

Chapter 121 It Doesn't Matter If You Hate Me

My ears felt itchy and numb when I listened to him speak.

Song Xi resisted the urge to rub her ears, her clear eyes fixed on Zhao Yansen.

"Isn't it okay?"

He used to agree to her requests, but now he's just going back to how he was a few months ago.

"No." Zhao Yansen's slender fingers twirled a few strands of her hair, his voice low and deep, carrying a subtle but serious tone.

"XiXi, it's okay if you hate me. But it's meaningless to only like one side of me."

There's a difference between an older brother and a man. An older brother is a good older brother who can unconditionally fulfill her wishes, including severing ties.

Men have inherent flaws; they might hurt or upset her, and their desires prevent them from letting her come and go as she pleases.

Song Xi clearly didn't understand the deeper meaning behind his words. She only knew that her brother was a bad brother and didn't want to continue making mistakes.

"Say what you will." Song Xi didn't want to argue with Zhao Yansen anymore; she never got a serious response from him every time she asked a question.

Song Xi bent down, trying to squeeze out of his confinement, but Zhao Yansen grabbed her slender waist with his large hand, exerted force with his palm, and easily lifted her onto the golden nanmu cabinet.

Song Xi gasped and tried to struggle, but Zhao Yansen braced himself on both sides of her legs, firmly trapping her.

They were in the living room, where someone could appear at any moment and witness their intimate moment.

Song Xi was terrified and said anxiously, "Brother, what exactly do you want? You came to me yourself a while ago, I didn't force you. If I did something wrong again, I apologize. As for other bad things, it's all my own fault, it has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to take care of me anymore."

She had said these words once before and didn't want to repeat them, but he always disregarded her feelings.

Song Xi's eyes welled up with tears, and she was on the verge of crying, which was completely different from when she cried to Song Yunyu.

A piece of an organ inside Zhao Yansen's chest cavity suddenly collapsed, causing him to feel a long-lost stinging pain.

In that instant, Song Xi pushed him away forcefully, quickly climbed off the cabinet, and fled without looking back.

Zhao Yansen was left standing there, his gaze following her figure, his eyes dark and unreadable.

After harboring ill intentions towards her, he drove Song Xi down a path of fear.

The surroundings were quiet and still, and Zhao Yansen noticed that he was showing signs of losing control.

The initial motivation for sending Song Xi abroad was simple: she was still young, just turned eighteen, and had lived by his side for ten years. He was the man she had the most contact with, and she probably didn't even know what love was.

Song Xi is youthful and energetic, stubborn yet brave, acting on impulse. She always goes ahead without considering the consequences.

As the world expands infinitely, she sees more than just him, and he worries that she will regret it when she comes to her senses.

A teenage girl is just looking for something new, but a man seven years her senior is thinking long-term.

The entanglement of desire and love, and the word "morality" tormented Zhao Yansen on countless nights.

He sent Song Xi abroad, allowing her to escape moral troubles, grow up carefree, and incidentally come to understand her own heart.

If she regrets it and doesn't want to be with him anymore, they can still go back to where they were before.

But she longed to get away from him.

Zhao Yansen, in an extremely rare moment, reflected on himself and felt a sense of frustration.

For him, he had enjoyed a power and status that no one else could reach since birth. Raising a girl in those years was certainly not easy, but he also found joy in it.

On the first day Song Yunyu brought Song Xi to the courtyard house, he treated her like she wasn't there. Later, in order to win him over, Song Yunyu sent Song Xi to him so that he could take care of her.

As the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Yansen had a deep relationship with Song Xi, so it would be much easier for his aunt to stay in the Zhao family.

At first, Zhao Yansen only felt that Song Xi was a pitiful little thing, having no parents and being used by her aunt. How could she have been raised for so many years?

How did he raise her to hold a fruit knife and scream at him to get out?

Before Song Xi confessed her feelings, Zhao Yansen thought he was very good at taking care of her, but after she resolutely broke off the relationship, he was no longer sure.

Remembering Song Xi's panicked and frightened appearance, Zhao Yansen raised his hand and pinched his brow bone.

She was terrified that their relationship would be discovered by others.

She couldn't bear being accused of having an affair with her own brother, nor could she oppose her aunt. Zhao Yansen could mold Song Xi into an innocent girl seduced by an older man, but he simply couldn't make her choose him over Song Yunyu.

He raised her; Song Yunyu did nothing except be her blood-related aunt.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yansen scoffed softly, a mocking smile curving his lips.

He actually minded her relationship with Song Yunyu.

It can even give rise to an emotion called "jealousy".

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Song Xi left the courtyard house and went straight to the company. She put Zhao Yansen out of her mind and threw herself into her work.

He doesn't go home after get off work, but stays in an apartment in Xizi Bay.

The medicinal diet was delivered as usual, but it wasn't the same medicine as Song Yunyu's; it was a prescription written by Dr. Xu.

Zhao Yansen was like that; his responsibility as an older brother was greater than anything else.

Song Xi didn't protest and obediently drank it all, hoping to recover her health as soon as possible so that Zhao Yansen wouldn't have to take care of her anymore.

His good and his bad were both unbearable for her.

After drinking it for a while, the effects were quite noticeable. During a surprise lab visit to the R&D building, Cheng Nian secretly glanced at Song Xi a few times and couldn't help but say:

"Mr. Song, you look much better than before."

Song Xi changed into a white coat and praised her generously: "Your work efficiency is also higher than before."

"Mr. Song taught me well." Cheng Nian flattered him with a smile, neither arrogant nor impatient.

Song Xi smiled faintly.

As she entered the laboratory, renowned scientists in the field greeted her.

Song Xi was decisive and efficient. After a brief exchange, he stood in the cell culture room and observed the organoid model under the microscope.

R&D Director Tang pointed to the screen and reported: "This small molecule inhibitor of the new target shrank tumors by 40% in mouse models, but there are some issues with the liver toxicity data..."

Song Xi quickly flipped through the structured manuscript: "What is the toxicity dose window? What if we remove two methyl groups?"

Tang Qiming: "The computational chemistry group is running simulations, but it may be necessary to redesign the framework."

Song Xi said, "I want a clear conclusion on this at the board meeting tomorrow morning: either continue burning money or cut the project."

The experts at the R&D center wanted Song Xi to come to the laboratory building, but they also didn't want her to. She had insightful views on drug development and could perfectly solve bottlenecks, but she also had very high standards, and if you weren't careful, she might leave you speechless with her questions.

Song Xi worked in the research and development building for three days, not leaving the laboratory until at least 8 o'clock each day.

Today is no exception.

At 9:30 p.m., she returned to Xiziwan. While taking the elevator, she leaned against the wall of the car and texted on her phone.

The elevator has arrived at the floor.

Song Xi stood at the door of the house, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and with a soft "click," she went inside and turned to close the door.

Unexpectedly, a large hand pushed open the door, and before Song Xi could react, the person strode in. She was forced to stagger back two steps, and then a strong arm pulled her around the waist and into a familiar chest.

The pleasant scent of cool sandalwood wafted over, relaxing Song Xi. However, due to the force of the blow, her lips bumped against his collarbone, causing her to frown slightly in pain.

The man pulled her tightly into his arms and kicked the door shut with his long legs.

"boom--"

The door closed.

In an instant, the sound vanished.

Zhao Yansen lowered his head, his chin resting on Song Xi's neck, his thin lips parting and closing as he spoke, brushing against the snow-white skin of her neck.

Why do you smell like hot pot?

(End of this chapter)