Chapter 33 Open Your Mouth

After leaving the drinking party, Song Yanting and his friends went to the card room.

Song Qiyu kept clamoring to play mahjong.

The four of them had just finished playing when Nanfeng rushed in and reported to Song Yanting: "Young Master, Miss Shen wants to eat boiled fish, but our manor doesn't have any fresh sea bass right now."

The ingredients at the hot spring resort are all purchased fresh from the market at the foot of the mountain by a dedicated person every morning at four or five o'clock.

Especially fresh, live creatures like fish and shrimp.

Moreover, these young masters rarely eat home-style dishes like boiled fish.

Grass carp and bass were not prepared at all.

Xie Chengsui fiddled with the mahjong tiles, casually smiling as he said, "Oh, little sister-in-law really knows how to give Fifth Brother a hard time."

It's late at night, so buying fish isn't difficult, but having it delivered by car will take some time.

The mountain road is difficult to drive; it takes at least two hours to drive this road at night.

Tang Shu, Zhao Zonglan's number one supporter, leaned back in his chair and hummed softly, "It's no big deal, it's nothing to Fifth Brother."

"At worst, we'll call in helicopters."

Nanfeng chimed in at the opportune moment: "Young Master Tang is right. In order to let Miss Shen eat as soon as possible, Mr. Zhao called in a helicopter."

"They said Miss Shen has a sensitive stomach and will have indigestion if she eats too late."

"Wow, what a tyrant!" Song Qiyu was so surprised that he even lost his gambling addiction. "Why don't we go take a look? I also want to try this ridiculously expensive boiled fish."

Xie Chengsui threw out a card, "What's it to you? Hurry up and draw a card."

Song Yanting smiled gently and then instructed Nanfeng, "Go and ask Chang'an if there's anything you can help with. Tell the servants and cooks to be careful."

It's obvious that Zhao Zonglan is just trying to fool people.

We can't let anyone else cause trouble.

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Shen Jingni had no idea what Zhao Zonglan had done to satisfy her appetite.

She only saw Zhao Zonglan standing by the window making two phone calls.

One of the calls appeared to be made to an air traffic control official, mentioning nighttime flight routes.

Shen Jingni didn't think much of it, assuming he was talking business.

About an hour and a half later, Chang An brought in the boiled fish, which looked and smelled delicious.

Thin slices of tender white fish are placed in the bright red broth, sprinkled with emerald green scallions. The spicy and fragrant aroma fills the air, making one's mouth water.

Shen Jingni sat at the small dining table in the outer room, picked up her chopsticks, and couldn't wait to start eating.

The fish was very tender, fragrant and spicy. After taking a bite, she smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that she was finally happy, Zhao Zonglan's pent-up frustration gradually dissipated.

The kitten is still cutest when it smiles.

He sat in the chair opposite her. The square table was a bit small, and his long legs had nowhere to go, so they were bent and stretched out of the table, encircling her within the small space.

Seeing that Zhao Zonglan was looking at her, Shen Jingni naturally took a small porcelain plate and chopsticks and pushed them in front of him.

He said imperiously, "Help me remove the fish bones."

Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow, leaned back lazily in his chair, and remained unmoved.

The little thing became increasingly demanding, even ordering him around.

He has never removed fish bones for anyone in his life, and he is unlikely to make an exception today.

Seeing that he didn't move, Shen Jingni pouted. Her eyes, which had just been crying, were still red, with a light blush at the corners, making her look especially pitiful.

"Brother~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes were filled with a captivating allure.

Zhao Zonglan was not a virtuous gentleman.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and that familiar burning sensation rushed to his waist and abdomen, startling the slumbering beast awake and causing it to raise its head.

His extraordinary self-control crumbled completely at this moment.

Seeing that he didn't react, Shen Jingni continued to call out, "Brother, please."

Zhao Zonglan, with a cold face, picked up the chopsticks beside him.

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When Xie Chengsui came over, he saw his proud and arrogant fifth brother picking fish bones from a little girl's bones.

This is a rare event that happens only once in a century.

He strolled in casually, a smirk on his lips, and said, "Eating."

Shen Jingni ate the fish that Zhao Zonglan had just picked out and nodded to him.

Xie Chengsui sat on a single sofa in the distance, took a drag of his cigarette, and smiled in his foxy eyes, "Sister-in-law, your fish must taste pretty good, right?"

Shen Jingni sensed a hidden meaning in his words, blinked her eyelashes, and replied, "It's alright, would you like something to eat?"

Xie Chengsui dared not eat it.

"No, thank you. I don't eat fish."

Master Xie was known for his discerning palate. The reason why the food at his Fenghua Palace was famous throughout the capital was because of his discerning palate.

He really doesn't care about ordinary fish.

I just wanted to see this exorbitantly priced boiled fish and join in the fun.

Zhao Zonglan gave him a cold look, her voice icy: "What is it?"

Xie Chengsui flicked the ash from his cigarette. "I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow morning. I'll come over and say hello."

Upon hearing Xie Chengsui say he wanted to go back, Shen Jingni raised her hand, her tone somewhat excited: "I want to go back too."

Could we hitch a ride?

“Then you can come with me,” Xie Chengsui said, then looked at Zhao Zonglan. “I guarantee I’ll get your sister-in-law home unharmed.”

He can manage this small thing.

Zhao Zonglan didn't respond. He parted his thin lips slightly and said in a forceful tone, "She'll come back with me."

Xie Chengsui: "Aren't we going to discuss that tourism project anymore?"

"Not interested."

He lowered his eyes and continued picking out the fish bones. His hands were well-defined, and his movements were slow, deliberate, and exuded an air of refined aloofness and restraint.

Shen Jingni pursed her lips. Although she didn't know why Zhao Zonglan wasn't interested in that project, she felt a little secretly pleased.

Xie Chengsui yawned lazily, got up and said goodbye: "Alright, see you in the capital then."

After he left, Shen Jingni stared at the fish in her bowl, feeling troubled, as she really couldn't eat anymore.

"I'm stuffed."

She looked at Zhao Zonglan with an almost ingratiating expression, and was quite obedient at this moment.

Zhao Zonglan put down his chopsticks, his expression not very good. "Finish what's in your bowl, there aren't many pieces left."

Shen Jingni was unhappy.

"I can't eat too much, or my stomach will hurt."

Capitalists really don't care about people.

Zhao Zonglan remained silent with a sullen face.

Her amber eyes rolled twice, and after a moment, she pushed the small white porcelain bowl in front of him.

"Then please help me solve it; we can't let it go to waste."

Zhao Zonglan's handsome face grew increasingly gloomy.

He had never eaten anything from someone else's bowl in his entire life, let alone leftovers.

Even during those difficult days in the United States, I never experienced anything like this.

Because his grandmother sent people to take care of his daily needs, he lacked nothing except freedom.

Shen Jingni will always remember a sentence her mother once told her.

"A girl can only be loved if she loves herself."

Therefore, she rarely compromises herself, including now.

"Brother, please help me."

Her fair, delicate feet stepped on his leather shoes, rubbing against his trousers.

The man's calf muscles were clearly defined, warm, and firm.

Shen Jingni only needed to gently twitch her arm, and the muscles tensed even more.

Zhao Zonglan did not expect her to be so bold.

The girl in front of me was stunningly beautiful, like a bewitching enchantress, yet her eyes were so pure.

It makes you want to bully them even more.

He grasped her mischievous little foot, his fingers gripping her slender ankle tightly, a surge of lust in his eyes. "Want some fucking?"

Shen Jingni's face flushed red instantly.

How could Zhao Zonglan ask such a blunt question?!

Isn't he supposed to be aloof and abstinent?

She belatedly sensed the danger, but it was too late to run.

Oh no, oh no.

I was just trying to please him, but I accidentally started a fire and got myself into trouble.

"I...I didn't mean that, please let me explain...ah."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Zonglan picked her up.

"Where are you taking me? I just ate something, I can't do that."

Shen Jingni was about to cry.

Waaaaah... His place is too terrifying, she'll die.

Zhao Zonglan carried her towards the bathroom, his expression indifferent. "Rinse your mouth, then I'll take you to the hot springs."

spa?

Oh right, she's been at the hot spring resort for three days now, and she hasn't even soaked in the hot springs yet.

Is it necessary to rinse your mouth before soaking in a hot spring?

Of course not.

In the side hall, the indoor hot spring was shrouded in wisps of white mist, blurring the view.

Zhao Zonglan leaned against the edge of the pool, which was made of natural rocks. His chest muscles were smooth and his water droplets flowed down his abdominal muscles and eventually disappeared into the water.

Shen Jingni was held in his arms and kissed.

The warm spring water enveloped her body, and the steam made her fair face blush. A few strands of hair were dampened and clung to her cheeks.

"Open your mouth."

His voice was deep and cold as he held her slender waist in his arms, trapping her close.

The air was thick with mist, and even without looking, Shen Jingni could sense his terrifying presence.

Her legs felt a little weak.