Chapter 20 Will you carry me to the bathroom?

Shen Jingni has never done such a thing.

Even kissing him was a first for her.

It must be said that Zhao Zonglan was a very good teacher, exceptionally patient, and even showed a rare gentleness.

But he's been gone for too long.

The rain started to come down again, pattering against the windowpane with a strong rhythm.

Just as Shen Jingni's hands were so tired she could barely lift them, her slightly swollen lips were suddenly kissed fiercely by him.

He coaxed in a low, husky voice, "Call me by my name."

Shen Jingni's hands trembled, her voice sweet and charming, "Zhao Zonglan."

With a sexy groan from the man, the rain gradually subsided, and the dimly lit room returned to silence.

Even the air is humid.

Shen Jingni was so sleepy that she couldn't even keep her eyelids open.

All she remembered was that Zhao Zonglan carried her to the bathroom and then called someone to change the sheets.

He carefully washed her hands, which had just been treated, inch by inch, and then kissed them against his lips.

In the middle of the night, Shen Jingni's stomach started to hurt.

She woke up feeling unwell and wanted to go to the bathroom, but found Zhao Zonglan holding her tightly.

He seemed to be a light sleeper; he woke up at the slightest movement of her lips and leaned in to bite her lips.

Shen Jingni raised her hand to push him, but because the light was too dim and she didn't know her own strength, her hand hit Zhao Zonglan's face with a slap.

The fingernail seemed to have scratched his chin.

Zhao Zonglan narrowed his eyes, grabbed the mischievous hand, and pinched it hard as punishment, his tone dangerous: "You still have the strength to hit me, so you're not tired."

Realizing she had hit Zhao Zonglan, Shen Jingni was instantly wide awake and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to."

However, she has figured out a pattern these days.

Zhao Zonglan seemed exceptionally tolerant of her; as long as she showed weakness and acted coquettishly in time, he wouldn't do anything to her.

She leaned forward and nestled in his arms, her voice sweet and soft, "My stomach hurts, and I'm so tired. Can you carry me to the bathroom?"

Zhao Zonglan felt that she was going too far.

You hit him, and you expect him to serve you?

No one dared to order him around like that.

However, seeing how frail she looked, she was truly pitiful.

never mind.

Why argue with a child?

Neither of them got much rest that night.

Zhao Zonglan was even worse.

She seemed to be spoiled by her family, not only asking for this and that, but also whining and asking him to rub her stomach.

If you don't knead it, it will make a fuss.

Just as dawn was breaking, the little thing that was usually so troublesome finally fell asleep peacefully.

Zhao Zonglan, however, was no longer sleepy. He withdrew his hand from her lower abdomen, got up, put on his shirt and trousers, and left the bedroom.

Chang An was also awake.

In the middle of the night, he busied himself preparing brown sugar water and painkillers for Miss Shen, and also had clean, loose-fitting clothes prepared for her...

Besides, his own husband hadn't slept, so how could he possibly sleep?

Upon seeing Zhao Zonglan emerge, Chang An paused for a moment, then stammered, "Sir, your face..."

A thin bloodstain appeared on Zhao Zonglan's sharply defined jawline.

It's very conspicuous.

It was scratched by Shen Jingni's fingernails.

Zhao Zonglan raised his hand, his thumb tracing the wound on his face, his brow furrowing as he said in a deep voice, "You're not allowed to let anyone do such long nails for her in the future."

Chang An: "...Yes."

Shen Jingni woke up at 10 o'clock.

She didn't know when Zhao Zonglan left; when she went downstairs, she only saw Chang An.

Good morning, Miss Shen.

"Sir has gone to a meeting at the company. Breakfast has been prepared. Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please let me know."

He actually made a special effort to keep Chang An behind.

Shen Jingni was somewhat flattered. "You don't need to worry about me. I'll just eat something and then go back."

She also has to work, so she won't stay here for long.

Chang An smiled, but didn't leave; he waited nearby.

After Shen Jingni had breakfast, she saw him bring over a brown leather jewelry box.

"Miss Shen, this is a gift from the gentleman."

As he spoke, Chang An opened the box.

Inside the exquisite box were about a dozen bracelets.

Jadeite, Hetian jade, diamond-encrusted... they come in all sorts of materials and are quite expensive.

Shen Jingni stared wide-eyed.

It's not that she's never seen good things before, but who gives away so many bracelets at once?

Chang An thoughtfully explained to her, "The master didn't know what kind of clothes you liked, so he picked out a few more."

"If Miss Shen doesn't like it, she can go to the storeroom again..."

"I like it, I like it."

Shen Jingni quickly interrupted him.

That's all money! How could she not like it?

-

When Shen Jingni returned to the Oath of Love flagship store, Chu You rushed over to report: "Boss, we signed a contract with Miss Chen at 3 pm this afternoon. I've already prepared the contract."

"The location is at the Jin Yue Club. Do you need me to come with you?"

"No need." Shen Jingni was texting Zhao Zonglan on her phone and said without looking up, "I can go by myself. You stay in the shop and work on the design. This order is yours."

Ms. Chen's deal was finalized long ago; all that's left is for both parties to sign.

This client comes from a scholarly family, is gentle and reasonable, and easier to talk to than the average socialite. Chu You should be able to handle her.

"Oh boss, I... I'm afraid I won't do a good job."

Chu You is actually a rather insecure person. She's very enthusiastic when asked to do odd jobs, but she immediately backs down when it comes to her professional field.

Shen Jingni then looked up at her, her expression unusually serious and earnest: "You are also a professional, you have learned real skills, how come you can't do it well?"

"Or do you prefer to be my assistant for life and never hold a paintbrush again?"

Chu You lowered her head, fidgeted with her fingers, and whispered, "Then, then I'll give it a try."

Suddenly, she raised her voice and added, "Boss, I will try my best."

The phone on the table buzzed.

A message has come in.

Shen Jingni smiled and said, "Then hurry up and do your best, and don't bother me."

I opened my phone and saw that Zhao Zonglan had replied to my message.

She just messaged him asking, "Why did you suddenly give me a bracelet?"

He replied, "Didn't you say someone else's bracelet was prettier?"

other people?

Shen Jingni suddenly remembered that he seemed to have mentioned it briefly when he confronted Meng Qing, and he actually remembered it.

It's probably because they think she envies others who have beautiful bracelets.

So, like coaxing a child, I bought her a lot of things.

Thinking of this, my mood, which was initially a bit irritable during my period, suddenly brightened up.

She smiled and replied with a cute kitten emoji.

And while you're at it, flatter the tyrant by saying, "You gave me the prettiest gift."

-

Unlike Fenghua Palace, Jinyue Club is located in a hutong in Beijing. It is low-key and not easy to find, and usually caters to business elites.

After signing the contract with Ms. Chen, Shen Jingni came out of the private room.

She saw several familiar young men pulling at a woman.

The girl, wearing the uniform of the Golden Joy Club, struggled and cried out, "I won't go, let me go!"

In fact, the scions of wealthy and powerful families generally disdain playing such games.

Because most of them are rich and powerful, they don't lack women.

Moreover, the relationships in the capital are complex and intertwined, and countless eyes are watching you. The higher your status and position, the more cautious you should be in your actions.

But there will always be a few who act recklessly.

The girl was very pretty; upon closer inspection, she looked somewhat familiar.

It is Meng Qing.

Shen Jingni looked away.

Reason told her that she shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

It has nothing to do with her.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction.

But the voices of the young masters behind him grew increasingly unrestrained, their language vulgar and offensive.

Someone chuckled and said, "Meng Qing, come play with us brothers, and you'll get your share of the money."

"Hehe, I haven't played the game of 'Heiress' yet."

"Pah, she's not from any prestigious family. She's always so arrogant and pretentious. I've wanted to get rid of her for a long time."

"Record it for her in a bit."

Meng Qing cried out hoarsely, "Please, please, let me go, let me go."

...

Those people ignored her and pulled her into a private room.

The private rooms at Jin Yue Club have excellent soundproofing; once the door is closed, the sounds of crying and screaming are instantly silenced.

Shen Jingni ultimately softened her heart.

At a time like this, no one but her would help Meng Qing.

Shen Jingni knew how ruthless those people were. Those five or six of them were wild and dirty.

If she doesn't help, Meng Qing's life is over.

Shen Jingni took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the private room.

Those people probably wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

Consider it a good deed done each day.