Chapter 102 Abundant Wealth

The following afternoon.

Zhao Zonglan went to pick up Shen Jingni.

As soon as she arrived at the Zijing Tan Garden, the little Maltese ran up to greet her affectionately.

The puppy happily circled around her, its fluffy head rubbing against her feet, making soft whimpering sounds, and its bright black eyes gazing at her expectantly.

They looked both cute and pitiful.

Shen Jingni's heart melted.

She crouched down and gently stroked the puppy's head, suddenly remembering that she hadn't named it yet.

"Brother, what do you think is a good name for the dog?"

Zhao Zonglan didn't like the dog.

I dislike their close relationship even more.

He remained silent with a cold expression.

Shen Jingni frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up at him: "How about calling it 'Bringing Wealth'?"

"Bringing in wealth and treasures, it's very auspicious."

Zhao Zonglan walked aside to smoke without saying a word.

It's just a little beast, why give it such a name?

Shen Jingni didn't expect him to give any good answers, so she asked Chang An again, "What do you think?"

This stumped Chang An.

He thought the name was old-fashioned, but he couldn't say it directly.

The only possible approach is to subtly suggest, "Um, isn't this a bit too casual?"

Shen Jingni felt that Chang An made sense.

We need to choose a name with a better meaning.

She glanced at Zhao Zonglan, then at the dog, and her eyes lit up. Her voice was crisp and clear, “Then let’s call it Gun Gun.”

As she spoke, she ran up to Zhao Zonglan and said in a lighthearted tone, "You are my source of wealth, and the dog is my panda."

"Together, it means a continuous flow of wealth."

"Haha, I'm a naming genius."

May your wealth flow in!

To pair him with a little beast?!

Zhao Zonglan coughed twice, choked by the smoke, and his face grew increasingly grim.

But this heartless little thing in front of me was still laughing.

Her bright eyes sparkled, her gaze sincere and expectant. "Brother, what do you think?"

He kept a cold face and remained silent.

If possible, Zhao Zonglan wanted to have the dog thrown out immediately.

Throw it as far as possible.

Shen Jingni hugged his arm and coaxed him, "Don't be so cold, puppies are cute."

"If I'm too busy with work in the future, you should spend more time with it and take it out for walks."

Zhao Zonglan frowned in displeasure, "Isn't such a big garden enough for it to run around in?"

He's too lazy to even deal with people, let alone have time to walk his dog.

Shen Jingni felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she continued to reason with him, but her voice was much softer: "You have to take it out to see the outside world occasionally, otherwise the puppy will become depressed."

Zhao Zonglan has always had a keen insight.

He looked down at her, then took her slightly cool hand in his. "What's wrong?"

Shen Jingni didn't answer, but pouted and said, "You haven't agreed to me yet."

Zhao Zonglan couldn't do anything about her.

He glanced at the puppy lying on the ground, his voice indifferent yet somewhat helpless: "Fine, I promise you."

He can just have someone take him out for a walk; he's not going to go himself.

Shen Jingni then lazily leaned into his arms, softly whining, "It might be my period, my stomach hurts a little."

Zhao Zonglan then carried her back to her room.

In the evening, Xie Chengsui and a few friends arranged to have a small gathering at Rong Heng's Qiwu Manor.

He called to invite Zhao Zonglan.

Just then, Shen Jingni had taken painkillers and was lingering in Zhao Zonglan's arms, not wanting to move.

Zhao Zonglan leaned against the bed, one arm around the person in his arms, holding his phone, his posture languid.

Xie Chengsui's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fifth Brother, I heard you're back from Guangzhou. Are you free right now?"

“Rayle Carlisle from the City of London says he’d like to have a drink with you.”

The City of London, located on the north bank of the River Thames, is one of the world's top financial centers, alongside Wall Street in the United States. It primarily focuses on foreign exchange, securities, insurance, and derivatives, while Wall Street is known for venture capital and financial innovation.

Carlisle is in the shipping and commodity trading business and has business dealings with the Tang family. He had met Zhao Zonglan before.

Although the purpose of this trip to Beijing was to discuss business with the Tang family, I also hope to establish a partnership with Jingyao Capital.

Shen Jingni was close by, so she naturally heard him. She slowly lifted her eyelashes and looked at him listlessly.

Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek, his tone casual, "No time."

Xie Chengsui: "But Fifth Brother, Carlisle has been wanting to see you. He's leaving tomorrow. Why don't I give him the phone and you can say a few words to him yourself?"

Afraid of delaying his business, Shen Jingni nudged him and said in a low voice, "Go ahead, I'm fine."

Zhao Zonglan held her in his arms, not allowing her to move.

"Oh dear, don't..."

She couldn't help but complain in a coquettish voice, then quickly covered her mouth in a panic and punched him with her fists.

Zhao Zonglan let her hit him twice.

She usually has little energy, and during her period she is even weaker, which is no different from being a spoiled child.

Xie Chengsui frequented brothels, so hearing Shen Jingni's voice was clearly a misunderstanding.

He hurriedly said, "Um, Fifth Brother, you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer."

After a couple of awkward laughs, he hung up the phone.

"It's all your fault, Xie Chengsui must have misunderstood."

Shen Jingni's cheeks flushed red. Girls on their period are often irritable, so she stretched out her foot to kick him.

"So annoying."

Zhao Zonglan held her, a faint smile in his eyes, and kissed her forehead, as if coaxing a child, "He didn't hear it, and he didn't misunderstand."

"I'm not stupid. His reaction clearly showed that he heard it."

“I really didn’t hear it,” Zhao Zonglan handed her the phone and patiently continued to coax her, “If you don’t believe me, call and ask Xie San what he has to say.”

Should I call and ask?

How childish! How could he even think of that?

Shen Jingni was amused by the old man's words.

She slapped his hand away, her tone amused: "You shameless thing, you make me ask you about this kind of thing, why don't you ask yourself?"

Seeing her smile, Zhao Zonglan's smile deepened.

"Then I'll ask."

He looked serious and made a move to turn back, but Shen Jingni held him tightly.

"No, we can't fight."

"Don't tease me."

"elder brother."

Zhao Zonglan stopped teasing her.

He suddenly realized that being with her, even in the smallest things, could bring him joy.

Just like right now.

His baby not only has a beautiful appearance, but also a lovely soul.

Shen Jingni was relatively well-behaved at night.

But before bed, she still pestered Zhao Zonglan to tell her short stories.

Zhao Zonglan didn't have that many stories to tell her; most of them were about other people.

After turning off the lights, he asked her in a deep voice, "What do you want to hear today?"

Shen Jingni snuggled against him and pondered, "Hmm... I also want to hear Sister Wen and Song Yanting's story."

Zhao Zonglan pinched her cheek and said in a low voice, "The last time."

...

the next day.

Zhao Zonglan went to the headquarters of Jingyao for a meeting.

Shen Jingni wasn't feeling well, so she didn't go to work and stayed in bed until noon.

As she went downstairs, the maid told her, "Miss Chen, Madam and Miss Rong have arrived and are waiting for you in the reception room."

"lady?"

"Yes, the gentleman's mother, Xie Yunfan."

Shen Jingni suddenly felt her legs go weak.

She just moved in, are we going to give her a high-difficulty challenge right away?

That annoying Zhao Zonglan didn't even tell her beforehand.