Chapter 1 Get off me
In the sweltering heat of August, torrential rain poured down.
The all-black sedan was filled with the smell of alcohol, creating an atmosphere of alluring ambiance and sultry heat.
Song Xi straddled the man, her back against the steering wheel, her skirt draped over his suit trousers, the two overlapping and pulling together to create an extremely ambiguous scene.
In the dim silence, the faint rustling of fabric could be heard, mixed with the indistinct sounds of small animals feeding.
Zhao Yansen leaned back in his chair, his gaze cold and fixed on the girl on his lap, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly in restraint.
"It's raining so hard outside." Song Xi tilted her head and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curving, her eyes seemingly filled with scattered starlight.
Zhao Yansen frowned, his voice unusually hoarse: "Get off me."
"I do not."
After speaking, Song Xi suddenly captured his thin lips with hers, skillfully prying open his teeth as if she had no teacher, and her arms also wrapped around his neck.
Her wet, slippery tongue licked his lips, reckless and arousing.
Zhao Yansen realized what was happening and grabbed Song Xi's shoulder, pushing her away.
However, she was sitting too close, and he opened his mouth to scold her angrily, but she took the opportunity to snuggle in and their lips and tongues intertwined.
Song Xi stirred up trouble everywhere, and Zhao Yansen grabbed her shoulders with a force that seemed to want to crush her, forcefully pushing her away.
Their lips parted.
Song Xi's eyes were moist, and her lips were wet, glistening with a watery sheen.
Zhao Yansen's breathing was heavy, his hands gripped the back of her neck, his forehead pressed against hers, and a hint of ferocity appeared between his brows.
"Song Xi".
His eyes were cold and sharp as he said fiercely, "Are you crazy?"
My neck is slightly sore, but another kind of throbbing pain is much stronger.
Song Xi grabbed Zhao Yansen's hand that was pinching her neck and murmured, "It hurts so much."
Her tone was both delicate and soft.
She ended up being wronged after sleeping with him.
Zhao Yansen's brow twitched, and a series of throbbing pains shot through his temples. He slowly withdrew his hand.
Freed from her restraints, Song Xi wrapped her arms around his neck again, leaned in, and kissed his lips with a soft kiss.
With her soft, fragrant body in his arms, the man let out a deep, passionate moan. His hand, resting on her waist, clenched into a fist, his wrist strong and the veins on the back of his hand bulging like mountain ranges, revealing a terrifying explosive power.
"Zhao Yansen," she breathed in his ear, a whisper like a devil, "how could you bear to be angry with me?"
The girl he cherished and pampered as she grew up, from a little princess, transformed into a beautiful little madwoman in his hands.
Intoxicated and aroused by lust.
The man could no longer restrain himself; his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, and he became fierce.
In the height of summer, raindrops pelted down, pattering against the windshield and splashing into bursts of water.
The rising heat inside the carriage fogged up the mirror, making the world blurry.
The sedan has a large enough interior space and a heavy enough chassis, so no matter how violently it moves inside, you won't see any obvious turbulence from the outside.
……
On the plane back to China.
Song Xi suddenly opened her eyes amidst a strong feeling of weightlessness.
wake up.
She silently looked out the plane window.
In winter, the north wind howls through Beijing, and the entire city is enveloped in cold air, resembling a silver-clad Beijing.
The flight attendant announced over the loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, our plane is about to land..."
As soon as she got off the plane, Song Xi called her aunt to let her know she was safe.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back beforehand so I could pick you up?" Song Yunyu's tone was slightly reproachful, but mostly filled with surprise.
"I just wanted to give you a big surprise," Song Xi said with a light smile. "I can just take a taxi back, it's very convenient."
Distant water cannot save near fire.
The weather is severe today, and my family won't be able to get there anytime soon.
Song Yunyu suddenly remembered: "Yansen is also returning to Beijing today. I'll call him and ask if it's convenient for him to send you back." After a heavy snowfall, a large number of flights on the airport dashboard were marked as delayed.
With her left hand pulling her suitcase and her right hand holding her phone to her ear, Song Xi walked through the noisy crowd, barely able to hear her aunt's words.
Her gaze swept over them unintentionally.
Across the bustling crowd, a tall and imposing figure came into her view.
Bodyguards escorted the man to the car, a black Hongqi, closely followed by four SUVs.
Mysterious, understated, and undeniably noble.
The airport was noisy and bustling, and when it reached my ears, it felt like a crackling electric current.
Song Xi looked away and said to Song Yunyu on the other end of the phone, "Auntie, my taxi has arrived. I'll hang up now. See you at home."
Not far away, inside the sleek, cold-lined Hongqi car.
The assistant, dressed in a suit and tie, sat in the passenger seat, turned around, and tentatively looked at the man in the back seat.
"Madam just sent a message saying that Miss Song's flight back to China is today. The roads are inconvenient due to the blizzard. If you are going home on your way, you can give her a ride."
Zhao Yansen sat lazily in a leather chair, his broad shoulders and the exquisite shirt tapering at the waist, revealing long legs encased in suit trousers.
He glanced out the car window, his gaze settling on the slender figure getting into the taxi.
bang——
The car door is closed.
Like a solid barrier, it separated two people in different carriages into two different worlds.
The car window reflected Zhao Yansen's cold and handsome features; his pupils were a deep, dark black, exuding a sense of nonchalance.
"Miss Song?"
"who."
"..." The assistant was speechless and didn't want to say anything.
*
On a snowy day, the sky was a hazy gray-blue, and snowflakes, carried by the bleak winter wind, whistled and lashed against the car windows.
The Zhao family mansion, with its carved beams and painted rafters, stretches for hundreds of meters. From the outside, one can only vaguely glimpse the upturned eaves of this grand residence.
A top-tier courtyard house hidden in the city, its grandeur and location cannot be simply described by the word "wealth".
The taxi drove into the alley.
The driver, having driven to such a prestigious place for the first time, couldn't help but glance at the girl in the back seat.
Song Xi paid and got out of the car. The butler and servants who had been waiting immediately stepped forward to hold an umbrella for her and take her luggage.
"Welcome home, Miss."
Song Xi took the black-ribbed umbrella handed to her by Butler Qin, saying, "Uncle Qin."
Butler Qin subtly sized up the girl in front of him.
The once gentle and obedient girl, like a little angel, has gained a calm and composed demeanor after four years of experience.
She has grown up to resemble a young lady from a powerful and wealthy family, rather than the shy, reserved, and cautious girl she was when she first came to the Zhao family.
Song Xi strolled along the lush path and asked, "Where is Auntie?"
"Madam is practicing traditional Chinese painting with the young master in the study." Butler Qin's posture was respectful, and his waist was bent at just the right angle. "The young master has a talent for calligraphy. Some time ago, he completely copied a 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion'."
"so smart."
A faint smile appeared on Song Xi's lips. "Then I'll have to go and see for myself."
My aunt's son, the young master of the Zhao family, was born into a position that was unattainable for most people.
As darkness fell, the lights in the courtyard came on, and a cold wind blew in, making the winter night feel especially cold and desolate.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, several plum blossoms bloomed in the corner of the ancient courtyard, defying the cold.
Passing through the octagonal moon gate.
Song Xi walked to the eaves of the east wing, looked up, and his gaze unexpectedly met that of a tall and imposing figure.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
My breath caught in my throat for a moment.
