Chapter 31 Brother

Zhao Zonglan is terrifying.

Shen Jingni was flushed and dizzy from his ministrations.

All she could do was keep crying and begging for mercy.

He pressed his lips against hers almost cruelly, his voice hoarse and commanding with an air of absolute control, "Call me."

She was so angry that she could barely speak, calling out intermittently, "Zhao... Zhao Zonglan."

But he bit her lip, his grip tightening. "No, that's not right."

Shen Jingni cried even harder.

"What did you call me that time at Wangjing Tower?"

He suppressed his emotions, his hands, with their distinct knuckles, gripping the sheets beside her, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his abdominal muscles tense, and the corners of his eyes red.

Shen Jingni no longer has the ability to think.

After several failed attempts, he finally managed to stammer out "Brother" in a daze.

The last syllable of his voice was trembling.

A low chuckle escaped Zhao Zonglan's throat, revealing an undisguised wildness and desire, completely imprisoning her in his arms.

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Shen Jingni didn't wake up until noon the next day.

My lower back aches, and my throat is sore.

She couldn't remember when she fell asleep last night.

All she knew was that she had been completely exploited by that ruthless capitalist Zhao Zonglan, leaving her with nothing but bones.

He even forced her to call him "brother" many times.

However, the older man had a really good physique, and his panting was incredibly seductive; he was exactly what she fantasized about.

Shen Jingni realized something was wrong and quickly patted her face.

Why is she still reminiscing about it?

Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang.

It was Zhao Zonglan who sent the message.

[If you need to go down the mountain, just eat your meal.]

Shen Jingni pouted; she really was a very busy person.

Her spoiled princess temper flared up, and she replied with a slightly annoyed "Oh," before getting up to wash up.

Although Zhao Zonglan was restrained last night, she still had many ambiguous marks on her body, including her waist, legs, and neck.

Fortunately, it was winter, and apart from the neck, the rest of the body was covered by clothing and could not be seen.

She used concealer to barely cover the marks on her neck before feeling relieved enough to go out.

Chang An thoughtfully brought over some food.

Lamb and radish porridge and some light side dishes.

"The mutton was airlifted from the Northwest by Young Master Song. It's very fresh. Miss Shen, please try it."

Shen Jingni was indeed hungry, so she picked up a spoon and started eating. Then she asked Chang An, "Didn't you go down the mountain with Zhao Zonglan?"

Chang An said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Sir asked me to stay at the villa to take care of you."

"What did he go to do?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Shen, this... I don't know."

Shen Jingni then fell silent.

She understood the rules of these aristocratic families.

Chang An wasn't unaware of the situation, but she couldn't tell Zhao Zonglan without his permission.

Too many rules, it's so boring.

Shen Jingni was full after eating very little.

Just then, Song Yu came looking for her.

"Miaomiao, we're going skiing this afternoon, do you want to come?"

Shen Jingni was exhausted last night and didn't have much energy, but since she had nothing else to do, she agreed.

"But I can't ski."

She was frail as a child, and her parents wouldn't allow her to go skiing in the cold weather, for fear that she would catch a cold and get sick.

So even though Shen Jingni longed for skiing, she was always a complete novice.

Song Yu: "It's okay. Miss Zhao has found a few ski instructors and the equipment is ready. We can just have fun."

The ski area north of the resort is spacious and has ski runs of varying difficulty.

Several large snowmaking machines can ensure sufficient snowfall and skiing conditions.

Zhao Yueling found a professional team of ski instructors.

The instructors were all tall and strong. Although they were wearing heavy ski suits, helmets, and goggles, making it impossible to see their faces, their movements were smooth, professional, and very cool.

Shen Jingni changed her clothes and came over, only to see Song Yu staring at the ski slope in front of her, exclaiming, "Wow, you can play like this?"

She followed Song Yu's gaze.

A ski instructor in a blue ski suit was carrying Zhao Yueling in a princess carry, the skis kicking up a white wave of snow as they sped down, eliciting gasps from the person in his arms.

It's fast, yet very stable.

As expected of a coach.

Zhao Yueling walked over, patted the snow off her clothes, and smiled at Shen Jingni: "Miss Shen, would you like to try it?"

He winked at her again, tempting her: "It's no fun skiing by yourself, stumbling and falling. It's more exciting to ski with a handsome guy holding you."

Shen Jingni was somewhat tempted.

She was itching to try it, but she was also afraid of falling.

Even if the other party is a coach, no one can say for sure about such probability issues.

"Oh, my fifth brother is back."

Zhao Yueling sighed with some regret and whispered in her ear, "I dare not tempt you again, otherwise he will cancel all my cards."

After saying that, she went back to playing.

Shen Jingni glanced to the side and saw Zhao Zonglan standing at the entrance.

He wasn't wearing formal attire today; under his grey overcoat was a black turtleneck sweater that accentuated his sharp neckline, paired with well-tailored trousers, giving him a more elegant and approachable air than usual.

With him was that Miss Rong.

Rong Zaiyi, dressed in a white coat, looked gentle and dignified, and was talking to Zhao Zonglan with her head turned to the side.

Zhao Zonglan had one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in his other hand, his posture relaxed and casual.

The two of them standing together look quite well-matched.

This is Shen Jingni's true inner thought.

But for some reason, she also found it an eyesore.

I feel really upset.

So he had a beautiful woman with him; no wonder he hadn't been seen for so long.

They didn't care whether she lived or died.

Bah, you dog of a man.

Shen Jingni withdrew her gaze and walked to the other side.

She's going to find an instructor now, and then she'll hug him while skiing; she doesn't want to look at him.

Seeing that she turned and left without looking back, Zhao Zonglan frowned and instructed Chang An behind him to prepare ski clothes.

Song Yu and Chu You both know how to ski, and with a gentle and handsome instructor by their side, they quickly had a blast.

But their skills were terrible, and they both fell down one after another, even rolling around on the snow track.

this……

Shen Jingni was a little hesitant.

The gentle and considerate male coach next to her reassured her, "It's okay, don't be afraid, trust me."

"good."

The coach was very responsible. "Let me hold you and skate once so you can experience the feeling, and then I'll teach you?"

Before Shen Jingni could answer, she was suddenly pulled into someone's arms.

Zhao Zonglan, his eyes dark, lifted her up in his arms and gave the ski instructor beside him a cold look. "Get lost."

After recognizing the person, the coach immediately nodded in apology and fled as if escaping.

Shen Jingni instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhao Zonglan's neck and her legs around him.

Meeting the man's deep eyes, she angrily questioned, "Zhao Zonglan, what are you doing?"

Zhao Zonglan's voice was low and cold: "Of course, I'll take you skiing."

Hold me tight.

The ski slopes were bathed in the golden-orange hue of the setting sun.

Zhao Zonglan was dressed in a black and white ski suit, looking tall and sharp. His core strength was powerful and stable, and even while holding someone in his arms, he could perfectly control the direction and speed.

Shen Jingni felt completely enveloped by Zhao Zonglan's broad chest. His hands were strong and firm, giving her a sense of absolute security, so she no longer felt afraid.

The wind whistled in my ears.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the tiny snow crystals gleaming in the golden light of the setting sun.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished with the wind.

Although the experience was good.

But Shen Jingni has a bit of a spoiled princess attitude.

After leaving the ski resort, she barely spoke to Zhao Zonglan.

Zhao Zonglan guessed that the little girl was just throwing a tantrum because of what happened last night.

She's very spoiled and kept crying.

During dinner, Zhao Zonglan was invited by Song Yanting and the others to go for drinks.

Song Yu sat down next to Shen Jingni and lowered her voice, "I wanted to tell you yesterday that Miss Rong is no ordinary person."

Shen Jingni, looking dejected, propped her cheek on her hand and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's wrong with her?"

"I heard that the old lady of the Zhao family has always thought highly of her and intends to arrange a marriage between the Zhao and Rong families."

"This morning I saw her go out with Mr. Zhao, saying they were discussing some tourism projects. I guess they'll be staying here for a couple more days."

At this point, Song Yu changed the subject, "However, you and Mr. Zhao were just getting what you wanted and didn't talk about feelings, so just pretend you don't know."

"I'm just telling you what I know. Figure it out yourself, and don't suffer any losses."

Shen Jingni lowered her eyelashes and smiled very softly. It turned out that he had gone out with Rong Zaiyi.

She just didn't understand why Zhao Zonglan would look for her when he already had Rong Zaiyi by his side.

Sure enough, men are all fickle and untrustworthy.

She must have been out of her mind to believe that Zhao Zonglan had no women around him.

Shen Jingni completely lost her appetite.

Song Yu and Wen Shuyi invited her to go to the hot springs later, but Shen Jingni declined.

She dragged her already exhausted body back to her room.

Chang An brought over the prepared Chinese medicine on time. "Miss Shen, the master instructed that you must take your medicine on time."

Shen Jingni felt nauseous just from the smell, and her temper flared up. She said coldly, "I don't want to drink tonight. Please pour it out."

This puts Chang'an in a difficult position.

This was the first time he had encountered such a tricky situation. After offering a few words of advice, he found that the other party remained unmoved, so he had no choice but to give up.

Since this Miss Shen had a special status, and he couldn't act recklessly, he had no choice but to leave.

When Zhao Zonglan learned that she was not taking her medicine, he returned home early.

At that moment, Shen Jingni was sitting on the sofa playing on her phone and didn't even look up when she heard the door open.

Noticing her cold attitude, Zhao Zonglan frowned in displeasure, and a rare hint of anger appeared on his overly handsome face.

He looked down at her, his voice low and cold, "Why didn't you take your medicine?"

Shen Jingni did not answer his question directly, but lowered her eyes and said softly, "Zhao Zonglan, I want to go home."