Chapter 129 The little guy knows how to care for others.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zonglan's expression changed.

His eyes gleamed with emotion. He gripped her waist, leaned down to touch her nose, and asked, "How much do you like me?"

Shen Jingni smiled and lifted her chin to kiss him once, twice... very lightly, very sweetly.

That was her answer.

Zhao Zonglan couldn't help but chuckle, and the coldness in his eyes vanished instantly.

Just then, his personal cell phone rang.

It was a call from Song Yanting.

Shen Jingni guessed they might have something to talk about, so she stood aside, continued watching the Kongming lanterns, and took out her phone to record a video.

However, they didn't chat for long before Zhao Zonglan hung up the phone.

Shen Jingni turned around and saw his indifferent expression. She asked curiously, "Why is Song Yanting calling you so late? What's the matter?"

Zhao Zonglan said in a calm tone, "He broke up with his girlfriend."

"oh."

Shen Jingni was not surprised.

As Wen Shuyi had previously discussed with her, their breakup was inevitable.

"He even called to tell you he broke up with his girlfriend."

"Wow, you two are being so ambiguous."

This little drama queen.

Zhao Zonglan pinched her nose, his voice deep: "Talking nonsense again."

He pinched her fair and delicate nose, making it turn slightly red. Shen Jingni slapped his hand away, saying, "You naughty boy."

She had just finished typing when she suddenly remembered something.

Then, in a very obsequious manner, she held his hand, gently blew on it, and smiled broadly.

"Brother, I remember you invested in that pharmaceutical research and development project in Hong Kong last time. They must have inside information about medical research. Could you...?"

“Shen Jingni”.

Zhao Zonglan interrupted her in a deep voice.

He knew what she was thinking.

"I told you before, don't get involved in their business."

Shen Jingni's smile vanished instantly, and she huffed and puffed, accusingly saying in a coquettish voice, "But you told me before that you would cover for my kindness!"

Zhao Zonglan suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Do you think Song Yanting hasn't thought of a solution all these years?"

He spends hundreds of millions of dollars on medical care every year, all of which are invested in his personal name, and most of them have gone down the drain.

Shen Jingni didn't care about Song Yanting at all.

She blinked and continued to flatter the man in front of her, "But I think you're better than him, brother. You'll definitely find a way."

They just went straight for the praise.

She expressed her flattery directly and without any attempt to hide it, and her purpose was crystal clear.

Zhao Zonglan found it both infuriating and amusing.

"Honey, I'm sorry, you don't need me to think of a solution."

Shen Jingni's eyes lit up. "What do you mean?"

"Song Yanting wants you to do him a favor."

In fact, many people don't believe in such vague and abstract concepts as destiny and fate.

But ironically, they sometimes come out to play tricks on people.

Just like Song Yanting.

He was referring to just one thing: not only the Song family and Tonghe Group, but also... the hospital.

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The Shen family has a few relatives, but not too many either.

During the Spring Festival, Shen Jingni would occasionally accompany Lao Shen to visit relatives and friends during the day.

I haven't been able to control my eating these past few days, and my stomach problems have flared up again.

Xu Ningwan had made an appointment with the doctor beforehand, and as soon as the Spring Festival was over, she took Shen Jingni to the hospital for a follow-up examination.

The doctor prescribed a lot of medicine, and Ms. Xu also invited a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to prepare a medicinal diet.

This medicinal cuisine didn't have much flavor, but it was very unpalatable.

She was so disgusted by the food that she ran to hide at Zhao Zonglan's place.

Zhao Zonglan certainly wouldn't let her have her way with this.

He personally supervised her eating the medicinal meals every day.

As a result, Shen Jingni has been very irritable lately and doesn't give him a friendly look.

During dinner that evening, she sat in the restaurant, holding her spoon with a negative attitude, head down, expressionless as she scooped up a spoonful of medicinal food and put it in her mouth.

Zhao Zonglan had just received a phone call when he noticed that she was in a very low mood, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

He stood beside her and ruffled her hair. "Hang in there for a few more days."

The course of treatment will be completed soon.

Shen Jingni put down her spoon with a bitter face, looked up at him pitifully with tears in her eyes, and said, "But I'm almost turning into a medicine cabinet from eating so much medicine."

"Brother, can you bear to see your beautiful, lively, and adorable girlfriend turn into an ugly, sickly person?"

Zhao Zonglan noticed that she often uttered some very cute words.

Annoying brat, little bitter gourd, cold monster, medicine guzzler...

I don't know how that little head of mine is shaped, or how it can be so endearing.

He gently reassured her, "You won't become a walking pharmacy."

Shen Jingni pouted, lowered her eyelashes, and muttered a complaint in a low voice: "You don't care about me at all."

"I can't help but feel sorry for you,"

Zhao Zonglan bent down, tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, and coaxed her gently, "How about we go to Las Vegas again in a few days, when you're feeling better?"

Shen Jingni was not very satisfied with this condition.

“No,” she refused decisively, feigning anger with a stern face, “I want you to eat with me.”

He didn't forget to righteously emphasize, "We are lovers, and we should share joys and sorrows."

Zhao Zonglan couldn't do anything about her.

As long as she takes her medicine obediently, I'll give her whatever she wants.

He had the servant bring him a bowl of medicinal food, and then sat down next to her to eat with her.

The taste was really not good.

No wonder his little darling couldn't eat.

"You actually ate it when I told you to?"

“Mr. Zhao, every medicine has some side effects. You’re already thirty-two, you can’t just eat anything.”

She pouted, moved the bowl in front of him away, took a deep breath, and continued eating in silence.

A faint smile flickered across Zhao Zonglan's eyes.

The little guy knows how to care for others now.

He glanced at Chang An behind him and said in a low voice, "Find a few more traditional Chinese medicine doctors and nutritionists to adjust the flavor of the medicinal cuisine."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Shen Jingni's profile again, "Don't really turn our Miaomiao into a little medicine pot."

Shen Jingni turned her head and glared at him, then gave a haughty snort.

Ignore him.

After the Spring Festival, the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Natural Resources issued a tender notice to transfer the land use rights of a plot of land in the western part of the city, inviting companies from all parties to bid.

Song Qiyu returned to China after the Spring Festival.

His trip to Germany was not only to expand new projects and establish a presence, but also to acquire a portion of the equity.

With Song Yanting's help behind the scenes, the process went more smoothly than expected.

So he returned earlier than expected, just in time for the bidding.

Although Rong Heng clearly stated that he wanted the land, Song Qiyu also decided to give it a try.

Tonghe needs projects like this.

With other companies also bidding, the competition for this coveted prize quickly became a hot topic in both business and political circles.

However, none of them expected that... Jingyao would be among the final bidders!

The outcome was, of course, predictable.

On the day Jingyao Capital signed the transaction confirmation with the government, Rong Heng was so angry that he complained to his sisters in the family group chat.

"Fifth Brother is untrustworthy; he clearly said he wasn't interested."

"Why would he play tricks on his brother?"

"I'm going to break."

"No, I'm already broken."