Fatal Desire

Chapter 123 Dangerous, Not to be Trifled With (1)

Zhao Yansen's gaze swept over the tuft of hair sticking up on her head, and he said in a casual tone, "Come and eat."

Song Xi then noticed the sumptuous breakfast laid out on the table. She scratched her cheek in confusion, but finally took a step forward.

She is hungry.

Song Xi sat at the dining table, quietly eating her seafood porridge, without even glancing at the man opposite her.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything.

The meal ended quietly.

Song Xi put down the porcelain spoon and said to Zhao Yansen, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Zhao Yansen hummed in agreement.

Song Xi slowly changed into a clean and simple outfit, a high-end fabric shirt paired with jeans. When she came out, Zhao Yansen was still there.

After falling in love with my brother, everything changed. Neither my past memories nor my current interactions with him could remain free of ulterior motives.

Therefore, he always remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Song Xi spoke up: "Brother, I'm going to the company."

Zhao Yansen studied her expression: "Here, take it."

"No need," Song Xi said. "I'll drive myself."

Zhao Yansen: "Suddenly slamming on the brakes halfway through the journey due to menstrual cramps?"

Song Xi looked up at him, her eyes full of innocence: "I would never crash a car."

Zhao Yansen hooked his long fingers around her Mouawad bag, loosely holding it in his hand, not giving her a chance to refuse.

Song Xi sighed and had no choice but to follow him out the door.

The elevator was unusually quiet, even more eerie than when she had just returned to China.

Old Liao was driving. When Song Xi saw him, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Uncle Liao."

"Good morning, Miss," Old Liao replied. He glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror and noticed that this man seemed even more indifferent and cold today, exuding a strong sense of oppression, as if the surrounding air had become thinner.

Zhao Yansen glanced at the smile on Song Xi's face and his brows furrowed noticeably.

She hasn't smiled at him even once in the past few days.

Xizi Bay is not far from Chenxing Company, just a ten-minute drive away.

Song Xi leaned out of the car window and saw the logo of the Morningside Building. He said to Lao Liao, "Uncle Liao, just drop me off at the intersection ahead."

"Yes," Lao Liao said.

Song Xi didn't speak much to Zhao Yansen that morning. The car came to a smooth stop, she got out, said goodbye to Lao Liao, and after a couple of seconds, thought for a moment before greeting the man in the back seat:
"Brother, I've arrived. Goodbye."

Zhao Yansen leaned back in his chair, relaxed yet upright, and glanced at her with his dark eyes: "Is there anything you particularly want for your birthday?"

Her birthday is coming soon.

Song Xi still didn't smile, and shook her head: "No, thank you, brother. I'm not a child anymore, it doesn't matter whether I celebrate my birthday or not, you don't need to prepare a gift for me."

Every day used to be Children's Day, but now every day is about adult dignity.

Although she had decided to give up, she still didn't believe in her self-control. Her calm, even indifferent, treatment of Zhao Yansen might have calmed her restlessness.

After saying this, Song Xi turned and walked towards the company.

A Cayenne drove up from behind. Shang Shixu, in the driver's seat, looked at Song Xi's back and then glanced at the Beijing A license plate, which was full of the number seven.

The all-black sedan remained stationary, not moving an inch.

Shang Shixu asked Qin Fanghao, secretly sorting out his thoughts.

Song Xi is young, her brother is old, and her aunt is a Cinderella who married into the Zhao family. Therefore, Zhao Yansen is very likely to vent all his disgust and dissatisfaction with his stepmother on Song Xi.

It's like the witch in the fairy tale constantly tormenting the innocent and kind princess. After all, there aren't many good people in high society.

Those in high positions in the world of fame and fortune are even more focused on profit and power.

But Song Xi didn't seem like she had been deceived.

Song Xi may appear weak, but few can actually control her.

Her style of doing things tends to be gentle and controlling.

Shang Shixu handed the car over to the security guard to park, quickened his pace toward the building, and finally ran into Song Xi, who was taking the private elevator.

"Good morning," Song Xi said.

"morning."

Shang Shixu stood beside her, turned his head and asked, "Are you going to America?"

“Yes, the schedule is all set, it should take about a week,” Song Xi said. “I’ll have Cheng Nian send you my schedule.”

"Because of Fu Wenxin and Cai Yi's matter?" Shang Shixu asked.

“No.” Song Xi spoke calmly. “The lawyers are following up on the patent rights and online rumor cases.”

"Qiao Kun contacted me." Shang Shixu looked at Song Xi's delicate profile and said, "The department seized Qiao's Pharmaceuticals, and Qiao's stock price plummeted. He came to me for help."

Song Xi glanced at him sideways: "What do you say?"

Shang Shixu shrugged and smiled: "There's nothing I can do to help."

“Every business has loopholes to some extent. Small problems can be rectified, but big problems…” Song Xi laughed, “No one can help with that.”

Upon reaching the floor, the elevator doors automatically opened to both sides.

The two returned to their respective offices, sat for a while, and then went to the conference room for a meeting.

The morning meeting lasted nearly three hours. When they came out of the meeting room, Cheng Nian, carrying a stack of documents, followed closely behind Song Xi. They had an appointment with leaders from the Hospital Authority in the afternoon.

Chi Wang sent Song Xi a new invitation, still for a charity gala, which invited many popular celebrities.

I mentioned it to Qin Fanghao over the phone, and she said, "We haven't seen each other in a long time, come join us. I brought a lot of good wine back to China, the two of us sisters won't leave until we're drunk."

Song Xi thought about it and, since she had nothing else to do, agreed.

Qin Fanghao was going to walk the red carpet, but Song Xi wasn't interested. She signed a few contracts at the company and arrived at the charity gala right when the red carpet ended.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft golden light down from the soaring ceiling, illuminating the banquet hall with a dazzling glow.

The champagne tower flowed silently with golden bubbles, while waiters in sharp black suits moved among the elegantly dressed waiters carrying silver platters. The air was filled with the rich aroma of fine perfumes mingled with fresh roses.

Chi Wang handed Song Xi a glass of champagne and said with a nonchalant smile, "It's been a while since I've seen you, little sister, you've gotten more and more beautiful."

Song Xi smiled faintly, her words sincere: "But I still can't compare to Brother Chi Wang's increasingly eloquent manner."

Chi Wang laughed a few times: "We're on the second floor, do you want to come up? Oh right, you two are really on the same wavelength, your brother is here too this time."

Song Xi smiled and said, "No, I'm going with my friends."

Chi Wang looked regretful, then suddenly noticed the female celebrity walking towards them and asked, "Is that your friend?"

Song Xi followed his gaze and saw Qin Fanghao: "Yes, it's her."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Call us if you need anything." Chi Wang looked smug, as if saying, "Your brothers are with you."

Song Xi smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay."

Qin Fanghao walked over, lifting the hem of her long skirt, and hugged Song Xi with open arms: "President Xi, it's not easy to see you without making an appointment in advance."

"What are you saying? I'm not a museum, I don't need reservations." Song Xi smiled.

Qin Fanghao tugged at the hem of her haute couture gown, pulled Song Xi to sit down, and whispered gossip, "Hey, how are things between you and your brother?"

(End of this chapter)