Fatal Desire

Chapter 125 Dangerous, Not to be Trifled With (3)

Xiao Kai's smile froze for a moment as he suddenly felt danger approaching from all directions.

He once took Xibao to the camp to play and train, and she scraped her arm. Zhao Yansen then had the old man issue a military order to transfer him away.

His uncle's!

Extremely controlling.

"No, no," Xiao Kaizhi refused with a smile. "Girls have delicate skin and can't withstand the rough treatment of a rough man like me."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped listening and suppressed their restless thoughts.

Sure enough, even someone surnamed Xiao couldn't handle the Crown Prince.

It remains to be seen who will ultimately become the princess's husband.

The little princess is currently eating chestnut cake in the Vanity Fair area of ​​the hall.

Half an hour earlier, she asked the waiter if they had chestnut cake. The waiter initially said no, but a little while later, the head of the charity gala came over, respectfully inquired about her dietary restrictions, and asked her to wait a moment.

Shortly after, the chestnut cake was brought over.

Zuo Ci had been stealing glances at Song Xi all night and found that she was composed, graceful, and had excellent manners and upbringing, without the slightest embarrassment or loss of composure.

She was clearly used to others' attempts to curry favor, and was even separated from almost everyone in the hall by a galaxy-like class line.

"Is filming finished?" Song Xi glanced at him and asked.

Zuo Ci was surprised by her sudden concern for him, and his tongue got tied. He stammered, "Oh no, oh no, my role is relatively small. Sister Qin plays the villain, has more scenes, and will finish filming later."

On the auction stage, the host announced with great enthusiasm: "Next up is tonight's highlight, a Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase, with a starting bid of five million!"

Qin Fanghao glanced at them, then looked away without interest, and said, "My scenes will be finished next week."

Zuo Ci nervously probed, "Is Miss Song also involved in the entertainment industry?"

"No," Song Xi replied briefly, not letting the matter drop. "I'll be responsible for providing you with the viewership ratings."

"Miss Song is really interesting." Zuo Ci maintained his composure, his smile bright and cheerful. "I thought Miss Song was too busy to watch dramas."

"Busy as I am, watching dramas is still watching dramas," Song Xi said. "Life isn't just about work; it also includes leisure and entertainment."

Qin Fanghao added to her description: "Besides merely surviving, life also includes poetry and distant places."

Song Xi smiled: "That makes sense."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tech tycoon in the front row holding up a sign that read: "Eight million."

"Mr. Li has offered eight million! Any higher bids?"

"Ten million." The real estate tycoon was not to be outdone, vying for the Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain.

Song Xi looked away, and suddenly heard a soft "whoosh" sound above her head. The next second, a paper airplane appeared in the glass bottle with fresh flowers in her field of vision.

The white paper airplane nestled among the bright red roses is particularly clear and eye-catching.

Song Xi was momentarily stunned, then looked up and began to investigate in the direction he was looking.

The luxurious lighting created a dazzling and elegant atmosphere.

A man stood by the railing on the second floor. He was very tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His bespoke suit was perfectly tailored, outlining his sharp and strong features, exuding an innate sense of nobility and dominance.

Upstairs and downstairs, they gaze at each other from afar.

Song Xi blinked blankly, looking quite confused.

Zhao Yansen's striking features exuded a hint of aloofness as he looked down at the scene below.

Seeing this, Qin Fanghao was dumbfounded and hurriedly swallowed the caviar in his mouth.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Crown Prince made no attempt to conceal his actions.

Zuo Ci's pupils dilated in shock, finding it utterly unbelievable.

His agent had warned him no less than ten times that everyone present at today's event was a prominent figure in Beijing, and that he should be careful not to offend anyone. The hall was filled with numerous wealthy CEOs, but the man on the second floor seemed to be even more distinguished than these tycoons.

"Miss Song, there seems to be writing on that paper airplane," Zuo Ci reminded her.

Song Xi turned around, picked up the paper airplane, and, by the light of the crystal lamp, browsed the words on it.

Her pupils flickered slightly, rippling with a watery light.

It was a guarantee she wrote herself when she was a child.

Guarantee Letter
Zhao Yansen will be Xixi's brother for life.

Party A: Song Xi

Party B: Zhao Yansen

The second party's signature was initially imitated by her own handwriting to sign for Zhao Yansen. Later, he drew a line and signed his name again.

Therefore, on the guarantee, the signature of Party B changed to Zhao Yansen's signature.

His calligraphy is beautiful, full of style and spirit, with strokes as swift as a swan skimming the water, and sharp curves at the turns.

Song Xi vaguely remembered that it was the Spring Festival, and they went to the Zhao family's deep mansion to celebrate the New Year.

Aunt was pregnant with Zhao Chengyou. Zhao Shutang and Zhao Yunze told her that once Aunt gave birth, no one would care whether she lived or died.

So, Song Xi stayed up all night, covered herself with the blanket, lay on the bed, and, using the light from her phone, secretly wrote this guarantee to comfort herself.

She locked the guarantee in her bedside table.

I haven't opened it since.

Song Xi's eyes instantly welled up with tears, her heart churning with turbulent emotions, unsure of what to do.

Unable to conceal her love, she made an irreversible mistake when her hormones were raging, shattering their originally peaceful and destined bond.

Everything was destroyed.

But there was nothing they could do; they had done everything.

If it's just verbal affection and doesn't involve sex, there might still be a chance to reconcile.

Once physical interaction occurs, it's impossible to go back to the starting point.

Her desires, which grew wildly in the darkness and dampness, and her once twisted and morbid love, were destined to never be extinguished.

On the auction stage, the host excitedly brought down the gavel: "Congratulations, Mr. Li! This precious item is yours, and you've also won 20 million yuan for children in mountainous areas!"

Song Xi quickly composed herself and turned around again, but Zhao Yansen on the second floor was no longer there.

Zuo Ci stopped speculating about Song Xi's relationship with that man and asked, "Miss Song, are you alright?"

"fine."

Song Xi folded the paper and put it into the small pocket of her skirt, saying to them, "I'm going to the restroom."

Qin Fanghao's gaze lingered on Song Xi's retreating figure. After a few seconds of contemplation, she noticed that Zuo Ci was also staring at Song Xi, and immediately snapped back to reality.
Do you know who that man upstairs is?

"I don't know." Zuo Ci's face was full of curiosity. "Who is it?"

"It's good that you don't know," Qin Fanghao said. "This is someone we can't afford to offend. Dangerous, not to be trifled with! Extremely scary!"

Someone that Sister Qin couldn't afford to offend must be extremely difficult to deal with, and Zuo Ci immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

*
Song Xi left the hall and walked along the long corridor, where she unexpectedly ran into the man who had just disappeared.

Zhao Yansen leaned lazily against the wall, one hand in his pocket, and looked her up and down.

The girl wore a black dress with a perfectly fitted waist that accentuated her slender figure. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like silk, making her look both beautiful and sophisticated.

Facing Zhao Yansen, Song Xi felt a pang of bitterness again, the same feeling she had when she saw the guarantee earlier. She suppressed her emotions and politely greeted him, "Brother."

(End of this chapter)