Chapter 2 My brother is so fierce!

That's half true and half false.

He is so good-looking.

Shen Jingni was a little hungry.

Moreover, the man had a refreshing and pleasant scent, like a specially blended woody incense, cool and aloof, which made her a little... blinded by lust.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened, and suddenly, he pressed his hand against her waist, trapping her in his arms.

He leaned back lazily on the sofa, a hint of mockery in his eyes. He raised his hand to smoke, then exhaled a thin wisp of smoke. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he chuckled coldly, "Heh."

That laugh sounds rather disdainful.

He's just a powerless member of the Zhao family, what's with all the arrogance!

Shen Jingni has never doubted her own charm.

With her exceptionally beautiful appearance, she had a constant stream of suitors from childhood to adulthood.

When have I ever been mocked like this?

The little princess, who was pampered growing up, is extremely competitive.

"Brother, don't be so aloof." She pouted pitifully, poking the man's chest with her slender index finger. Even through his shirt, she could feel the elasticity of his pectoral muscles.

It would be really nice to touch if it were taken off.

But the mischievous hand was immediately restrained by him, and his wrist was squeezed so hard it hurt.

Shen Jingni winced in pain, then leaned forward abruptly, tilted her head back, and forcefully took his Adam's apple into her mouth.

A very low gasp escaped from the man's throat.

Extremely sexy.

He gripped her chin again, this time with force, the veins on the back of her hand bulging slightly, and the silver ring on her index finger gleaming coldly.

Shen Jingni was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes, and she had no choice but to give in.

A shadow fell over Zhao Zonglan's eyes. He pressed his fingers against the fair cheek and said in a low, dangerous voice, "You've got guts."

"Brother is so fierce," she complained softly, her voice muffled by her chin being pinched. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes shimmered with tears, making her look pitifully wronged.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his gaze falling on the white jade hairpin that held his hair back. The craftsmanship was exquisite; it was no ordinary object.

The next second, the white jade hairpin in Shen Jingni's hair was pulled out by the man.

Her long, ink-black hair suddenly cascaded down, the strands soft and delicate, gleaming with a warm luster, like luxurious brocade. A few strands brushed against her cheeks, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

She frowned, seemingly displeased. "My hairpin."

Zhao Zonglan remained silent, simply holding the hairpin and casually stroking the carved patterns on it, his gaze fixed on her.

Shen Jingni didn't know why the man suddenly pulled out her hairpin.

That's really strange.

But the way he looked at her seemed even stranger.

Deep and calm, as if looking at an old friend.

Could he be using her to reminisce about his first love, his white moonlight?

That's so melodramatic.

She doesn't want to be used as a stand-in, not even in acting.

Shen Jingni's mind cleared up a bit, and she immediately felt the urge to leave. She moved her body, about to get up.

But the man grabbed the back of her neck.

The distance was shortened again.

Her eyelashes trembled with nervousness, and her hands pressed against his shirt.

The surrounding woody incense grew stronger, seemingly mixed with some musk, and even the air felt humid and hot.

His control was strong and domineering, his gaze towards her was inscrutable, his hot breath drew nearer, and his heat crept up her earlobes, making them as red as if they were about to drip blood.

The enchanting atmosphere in the spacious lounge continued to rise.

The phone on the table suddenly rang, ringing incessantly, which was quite annoying.

Shen Jingni stared at the man's handsome face so close to hers and nervously reminded him, "Mr. Zhao, your phone."

Zhao Zonglan's eyes regained their clarity.

He still maintained that arrogant and unapproachable demeanor.

It seems I never fell into this ambiguous trap.

He got up to answer the phone.

Shen Jingni immediately sat down on the other side of the sofa, her blush still lingering as she tried to calm her emotions.

Just then, her phone rang.

Song Yu sent several messages in a row.

"The latest news I've received is that Zhao Siyuan didn't go to Wangjinglou because he wasn't feeling well, and the distinguished guest that Wangjinglou is going to entertain today is not him at all."

Shen Jingni's eyelids suddenly twitched.

My mind suddenly went blank.

She held her phone, glancing furtively at the man standing not far away, answering a call.

He's not Zhao Siyuan?!

Who is he?

But her intuition told her that this man was not someone to be trifled with.

Thinking of this, she got up and ran away almost without hesitation.

He even closed the door behind him.

The door to the lounge was gently closed, and that slender figure disappeared from sight.

Zhao Zonglan listened to the phone call with a cold expression.

The person on the other end of the phone sounded both respectful and anxious, asking whether he should stop the person.

He tossed his phone on the table, lit a cigarette unhurriedly, and caught a glimpse of the white jade hairpin in the corner of the sofa out of the corner of his eye, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Need not."

"Just a stupid fox."

-

When Zhao Siyuan arrived at Wangjinglou, there were already many people kneeling in the grand and luxurious lounge.

It is an act of confession.

Manager Lu Wen kept his head down, not daring to look at Zhao Zonglan sitting on the sofa.

Despite the cold winter weather, sweat beaded on his forehead as he spoke timidly, "Mr. Zhao, it was our oversight that disturbed your peace. All relevant personnel will be punished according to the rules. We hope you will forgive us."

Director Yuan had previously instructed them to be careful. This man was known for being ruthless and unpredictable; if he were displeased, these people might lose their lives.

Zhao Zonglan leaned back on the sofa, smoking with his eyes downcast, his handsome face expressionless. "The Rong family really has raised a bunch of good-for-nothings."

The owner behind this Wangjing Tower is Rong Heng, the heir of the Rong family.

The Rong family ancestors were true imperial relatives and nobles, and had been rooted in the capital for hundreds of years, wielding considerable influence.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wengao lowered his head even further, his trembling body almost collapsing to the ground.

He dared not say anything, repeating only the same few words of pleading: "Mr. Zhao, we will be more vigilant in the future, please..."

"roll."

Zhao Zonglan got annoyed by what he heard.

He never expected a good-for-nothing to say anything nice.

Lu Wengao breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly led his men away.

Zhao Siyuan then approached.

Although he was still ill and weak, he still bowed respectfully and called out, "Uncle."

Zhao Zonglan glanced at him and slightly raised the hand holding the cigarette.

Assistant Chang An understood and handed the tablet in his hand to Zhao Siyuan.

The screen is playing surveillance video from tonight's corridor.

Zhao Zonglan toyed with the white jade hairpin in his hand and asked casually, "Did she come to see you?"

she?

Zhao Siyuan's gaze fell on the tablet. The girl in the picture was wearing only an ordinary cheongsam and no makeup, but her appearance and figure were superb. Every smile and frown was breathtakingly beautiful.

Even Zhao Er Gongzi, who had seen countless beauties, was stunned.

But just as he was stunned, an ashtray suddenly smashed into his head.

After a loud thud, the heavy ashtray rolled off his head, fell to the ground, and shattered, stained with bright red blood.

Zhao Zonglan opened his eyes, his voice chillingly cold, "Answer me."