Chapter 32 Did I not make you feel good last night?

go home?

Zhao Zonglan noticed Shen Jingni's low spirits.

He pinched her chin with his long, slender fingers, lifted it up, and forced her to look at him.

His brow furrowed, anger blazing in his dark eyes, and his voice was deep: "What's wrong with you?"

What's going on?

Shen Jingni looked up at him, her anger flaring up, and she said angrily, chin raised. "Yes, I'm just throwing a tantrum."

"If Mr. Zhao can't stand it, he can simply ignore this unreasonable troublemaker."

She stood up from the sofa, head held high, barely managing to project any authority, and glared angrily at him.

"Or, you could just have someone throw me back to Beijing."

She can also save some money on airfare.

The sulking kitten had a "what's the use" attitude, and its stubborn little mouth refused to suffer any loss.

Zhao Zonglan did not want to start a pointless argument.

But I still have no clue what's wrong and don't know what she's angry about.

A shadow fell over his handsome face, and the fingertips gripping her chin tightened. "Did you not like the gift, or did I not satisfy you last night?"

How could he ask such a question with that cold, abstinent face?

Recalling last night, Shen Jingni couldn't help but feel her ears burning.

It's great, it's definitely great.

It was even a little too much fun.

But now is not the time to discuss this.

Her arrogance vanished instantly, and she pouted, gritting her teeth, "Don't mention last night to me."

"I just want to go home, I don't want to stay with you."

After saying this, Shen Jingni turned her face away and refused to look at him.

Hearing her say that, Zhao Zonglan felt a little annoyed.

My craving for cigarettes kicked in too.

In an instant, the room became eerily quiet.

He let go, took a cigarette from the pack, and with a "ding," the cigarette was lit by a leaping flame, releasing a faint aroma of tobacco into the air.

"You really want to go back?"

Zhao Zonglan exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at her with a cold expression.

The young girl stood on the sofa with her bare feet, wearing only a white cotton nightgown. Her body was thin and frail, and there were still traces of lovemaking on her snow-white neck, but she stubbornly refused to even look at him.

Shen Jingni gave a muffled "hmm".

Zhao Zonglan restrained the gloom in his eyes and, for the first time in his life, patiently persuaded someone: "Okay."

"Drink your medicine, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

"I won't drink it!"

Shen Jingni refused decisively and resolutely, showing great backbone: "I will leave by myself tomorrow morning, I don't want to come with you."

The coldness in Zhao Zonglan's eyes intensified.

No one in this world dares to defy him again and again, or displease him.

He didn't indulge this unruly little thing, and only let Chang'an bring the medicine in.

"I'll drink it, and I'll leave tomorrow."

"If you don't drink, you'll stay here forever."

The absolute control of those in power is not to be easily challenged.

He continued to casually smoke, his tone carrying a chilling undertone: "You should know that if I don't speak up, no one will dare let you leave."

Even if you can leave this villa, you won't be able to leave Yangzhou.

Shen Jingni was so angry that her hands were trembling.

She bit her lip tightly, her already haggard face appearing somewhat pale under the light, and tears of grievance welling up in her eyes.

Okay, very good.

They tried to pressure her again using the capitalist approach.

This is the second time.

Shen Jingni took a deep breath, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, picked up the bowl of dark Chinese medicine on the table, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and drank it all in one gulp with a look of grim determination.

My mouth was full of bitterness.

But she wasn't the type to swallow her anger.

She took a few steps and arrived in front of Zhao Zonglan. She grabbed the man's clothes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

She can't bear this hardship alone.

Zhao Zonglan's tall frame froze slightly, and he bent down and lowered his head following her force.

Under her awkward kiss, the man's thin lips parted slightly, allowing those bitter lips to run rampant in his territory.

The cigarette in his hand burned slowly, the ash falling silently onto the carpet.

The restlessness within her body was easily stirred up again by her.

The breath she brought was slightly bitter and astringent, but at this moment, Zhao Zonglan found it sweet.

Shen Jingni didn't really want to kiss him; she just wanted him to experience the bitterness as well.

People say there's no such thing as true empathy in this world, so let Mr. Zhao experience it for himself.

However, things didn't go as planned.

Zhao Zonglan didn't seem to dislike him.

He even hooked her, sucking her in little by little, inch by inch.

She quickly stepped back, her breathing unsteady, her delicate collarbone rising and falling with her chest. "Now you know how much it's been like, right?"

Zhao Zonglan just looked at her without saying a word.

Seeing his cold and indifferent attitude, Shen Jingni was furious.

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I feel.

With tears in her eyes, she accused him, feeling wronged: "I wasn't being unreasonable, it's all your fault."

"Not only did you force me to drink such bitter Chinese medicine, but you also threatened me. You hurt me last night, and you're not taking care of me today either. Zhao Zonglan, you're a complete bastard..."

As she was cursing, she started crying instead.

Tears fell like tiny pearls, pattering down her face.

She cried so hard.

Seeing her tears, Zhao Zonglan became even more frustrated. An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. He knew very well that even the strongest concentration of nicotine could not suppress it.

He stubbed out his cigarette, pulled her frail body into his arms, and sighed helplessly, "I won't abandon you."

"fraud."

Shen Jingni pushed him away, sobbing, "I don't want you to hug me, let me go."

Zhao Zonglan shed his cold demeanor, held her waist tightly, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb. His voice was deep and resonant: "We have a meeting at eight in the morning, and we'll go down the mountain to discuss the project at ten. I also went to find you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, recommended by Rong Zaiyi."

When Zhao Zonglan said these words, he himself found it unbelievable.

He was actually explaining things to her.

On second thought, I decided to let it go, since she was crying so pitifully, I'd just treat it as comforting a child.

When Shen Jingni heard him say that, she stopped crying so hard.

But she has backbone.

"No, I don't want that traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

She was unhappy just hearing the name Rong Zaiyi.

If it were the Zhao Zonglan of the past, he certainly wouldn't have complied with her.

After all, he was the old doctor he had condescended to invite for her, and he had a rather eccentric temper.

But he was now having a headache from her crying and was somewhat at a loss, so he replied in a deep voice, "Okay, no."

She realized that Zhao Zonglan was just trying to coax her.

Shen Jingni's tears flowed even more uncontrollably.

That's just how people are.

When she cries, if someone comes to comfort her, she cries even more sadly and aggrievedly, letting it all out at once.

Her nose was red from crying, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and her porcelain-white face was covered with tear stains.

Zhao Zonglan frowned, supporting her body and embracing her.

He sat on the sofa, his palm gently stroking her back, his forehead pressed against hers, his high, straight nose brushing against the tip of her small nose.

His voice was low and helpless: "Tell me, how can I stop crying?"

Shen Jingni finally felt a little better.

She's not just a naive, crybaby; she knows when to stop.

But we can't let this capitalist who only knows how to exploit her get away with it easily.

I'm hungry.

She sniffled and said in a tearful voice, "I want to eat boiled fish."

I haven't eaten much all day, so I'm a bit hungry. I'll give him a challenge then.

"No, you must avoid spicy and greasy foods."

Shen Jingni refused to listen and threw a tantrum in his arms, ready to cry again: "I want to eat! I've been eating bland food for the past two days, and my sense of taste is going to deteriorate."

Zhao Zonglan was so angry with her that he lost his temper.

His eyes darkened. "You absolutely must eat it?"

She nodded while wiping away her tears, "Yes."

Zhao Zonglan lowered his head and bit her lip, punishing this troublesome little thing.

Then he stood up and casually uttered two words, "Wait."

As Shen Jingni gazed at his tall, straight back, she didn't forget to make her request: "I want sea bass, without cilantro..."