Chapter 123 You bastard, you hit me!

Zhao Zonglan invested in the project Sun Jiaren mentioned not only because it had potential, but also because he wanted to get involved with Shen Jingni.

She has a weak constitution, so her immune system is naturally poor, making her prone to illness.

If a drug that can enhance the human immune system can be developed, this amount of money is nothing.

Zhao Zonglan had lost his appetite. He opened the photo again and looked at it for a while, frowning in deep thought.

His baby bought him a gift.

Then naturally he would buy her some nice and beautiful gifts to take back.

Zhao Zonglan then instructed Chang An to carry it out.

I bought a lot of jewelry and some limited edition bags.

He barely ate anything and returned to Beijing overnight.

Shen Jingni returned from outside, took a shower, and changed into her pajamas.

Chu You sent her a WeChat message reminding her: "[Boss, there's an offline IP licensing exchange meeting at the City Museum tomorrow, starting at 2 PM. I'll pick you up then.]"

Shen Jingni's brand mainly focuses on creating Chinese-style wedding dresses. In order to make them exquisite, beautiful and unique, the patterns and designs used on the wedding dresses are very particular.

Although designers are involved, adding appropriate traditional IP elements can enhance the brand's commercial value while promoting innovation.

This is what people refer to as a collaboration model.

Some traditional patterns in the Palace Museum, including butterfly and peony patterns, can be used on wedding dresses.

Shen Jingni went there for this reason.

She sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, and had just replied to Chu You's message when she heard the maid at the door call out "Sir".

Zhao Zonglan is back?

Shen Jingni's eyes lit up. Remembering the shoes she had bought, she hurriedly ran over to greet him.

"Brother, you're back!"

"I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and she smiled like a fox. She hugged his arm and rubbed against it affectionately.

This intimate gesture undoubtedly pleased Zhao Zonglan once again.

He ruffled Shen Jingni's hair. "So well-behaved today?"

They knew to come and greet him.

Shen Jingni smiled, her voice sweet, "While you haven't changed your clothes yet, I'll go get your shoes. Try them on."

After saying that, she let go of his hand and ran off to grab the shoebox.

As she opened the box, she excitedly said, "Today, after having hot pot with Song Yu and the others, we went shopping..."

Shen Jingni suddenly stopped speaking.

Wang Dang has been appointed.

How could you have said it out loud?!

She mechanically turned her head to look at Zhao Zonglan.

His handsome face was a few degrees colder than before, and his dark eyes were staring at her.

Shen Jingni's heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile: "I... I misspoke just now. We were just passing by the hot pot restaurant when we went to the mall."

Finally, he added, in a rather blatant attempt to cover his tracks, "I didn't eat hot pot."

Zhao Zonglan's eyes remained calm. "Will you confess honestly yourself, or should I have someone investigate?"

His aura was too strong, and he was much taller than her, so Shen Jingni was naturally at a disadvantage.

But they were unwilling to back down.

With her hands on her hips and chin held high, she retorted in a voice that was both sweet and fierce, "So what if I ate it? Can't I eat it?"

"My cold is all better now, what's wrong with treating myself to some hot pot?"

She had barely finished speaking when, whether from overwhelming emotions or from God deliberately trying to embarrass her, she suddenly started coughing violently again.

This cough was particularly bad; his face turned red from coughing.

Zhao Zonglan had someone pour her a glass of water, her face terribly gloomy.

After coughing for a while, she finally calmed down a bit. Feeling guilty, Shen Jingni held her water glass and sipped it slowly, not daring to look at him at all.

Zhao Zonglan stood in front of her, his tall figure almost completely engulfing her.

"Do you know now that it's safe to eat?"

Shen Jingni: "..."

She turned her face away, stubbornly replying, "Yes."

Zhao Zonglan was in a good mood tonight. He couldn't wait to come back because he missed her, wanted to hug her, and wanted to cherish her.

But unexpectedly, this little rascal pulled this stunt on him.

With a cold expression and not at all gentle, he simply hoisted the person up with one hand.

Shen Jingni leaned on his shoulder, struggling and hitting him while cursing.

"Put me down, it's too high, I'm dizzy."

"Waaaaah... Zhao Zonglan, you tyrant!"

The tyrant was in a bad mood at the moment. His thin lips were tightly pursed. He ignored her and strode upstairs.

Chang An was still standing in the living room carrying large and small bags of gifts.

He shook his head as he watched the two figures, their backs looking rather discordant.

Miss Shen will probably only have time to open these gifts tomorrow.

Shen Jingni was thrown onto the soft bed by Zhao Zonglan.

She lay on the quilt, not even having a chance to cry, when she saw Zhao Zonglan take off his suit jacket, unbutton his coat, fold it in half, and hold it in his well-defined hand.

The door was closed, and not even a gap was left in the window.

Shen Jingni's eyes widened, alarm bells ringing in her mind.

She tried to run away as soon as she got up, but Zhao Zonglan easily pulled her back.

The top-quality material is very stylish, soft, and durable.

Shen Jingni was forced to lie on Zhao Zonglan's lap, unable to move, and her body fell down through her nightgown.

"Zhao Zonglan, I hate you."

"Waaaaah... You bastard, you hit me!"

She cried and screamed, opening her mouth and biting him through his suit with her sharp teeth.

But this had no effect on Zhao Zonglan.

His features were cold and stern. He gripped her chin with his hand, his voice low and icy: "Say it again, who do you hate?"

Shen Jingni dared not curse anymore.

humiliation.

This is an immense humiliation!

She couldn't bear the injustice, and tears streamed down her face, soaking his neatly pressed trousers.

"Waaaaah..."

Zhao Zonglan only wanted to teach her a lesson; he didn't really intend to hit her.

It's impossible for it to hurt through thick pajamas.

He dropped what he was holding, picked her up, and placed her on his lap.

He gently wiped away her tears with his long, slender fingers, his tone helpless: "Alright, stop crying."

Shen Jingni wouldn't listen; she sobbed and couldn't stop crying.

Zhao Zonglan patiently reasoned with her again: "Have you forgotten about the stomachache you had after eating ice last time?"

"I told you to watch your diet. Once you're better, you can eat whatever you want."

Her cheeks were puffed out, and her long eyelashes were wet with tears, turning into small clumps, making her look very pitiful.

She wouldn't talk to him, stubbornly remaining silent and refusing to look at him.

Zhao Zonglan felt both angry and amused; he had really brought along a troublesome person.

After a deep sigh, his tone softened further, "I shouldn't have hit you. I apologize. Please forgive me."

"snort."

"You men really don't cherish what you have. You beat me today, but tomorrow you'll be digging out my kidney to give to your white moonlight!"

Shen Jingni wiped her tears haphazardly on his shirt, her eyes red, and glared at him angrily.

I do not accept your apology!

Although she was angry, Zhao Zonglan found her pitiful yet arrogant demeanor quite attractive.

So cute.

My heart softens, and I'm even more willing to coax and pamper her.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice tinged with a smile, "I won't take your kidney, and I won't have a white moonlight."

"I only have a spoiled child who's not easy to please."