Chapter 34 A Kiss Will Make It Hurt Less

Shen Jingni could only obediently open her mouth, her hands supporting her chest, her body being hooked and plundered by him.

The deep kiss lasted only a few minutes before she became breathless and lay weakly on him, panting softly.

Under the rising steam, Shen Jingni immediately noticed the scar on Zhao Zonglan's left chest as soon as she looked up.

The scar, located near the heart, was lighter in color than the surrounding skin and was about an inch long. Although it was old, it still looked somewhat alarming.

She reached out and touched it, then quickly withdrew her fingers. "How did you get this injury?"

Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Gun wound."

Shen Jingni paused for a moment, and the hand that had just touched the scar involuntarily curled up.

It turned out to be a gunshot wound.

Has he ever been assassinated before?

Given Zhao Zonglan's status, it's inevitable that some people would want him dead.

Although he now holds a high position of power, his journey must have been very difficult.

Does it hurt?

Shen Jingni asked him softly.

Her soft voice, like a feather carrying the warmth of a spring, gently tickled his heart.

It is warm.

Zhao Zonglan rarely felt like teasing her. He slowly opened his deep eyes, pressed his forehead against hers, and coaxed, "If you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore."

His voice was deep and gentle as he coaxed her, slowly kissing her.

The indoor temperature gradually rises.

About half an hour later, Shen Jingni was forced to lie face down on the pool wall.

Zhao Zonglan stood behind her.

Ripples spread continuously in the warm spring pool, each one more turbulent than the last.

Hot spring water droplets hit his waist and abdomen, lingered briefly on his well-defined breasts, and traced a few sexy water streaks on his fair skin, following the lines of his skin.

Shen Jingni's face was flushed, and she was groaning and unable to speak.

He hit me again.

His muscles were tense, and his tone was fierce: "You're not going to listen, are you? Don't be naughty."

An hour later, I returned to the bedroom.

Shen Jingni couldn't take it anymore and started crying as she tried to run away.

But Zhao Zonglan grabbed her ankle and pulled her back rather ruthlessly.

When Shen Jingni woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and she was already on the plane.

Zhao Zonglan, dressed in a suit and leather chair, leaned back and stared coldly at his laptop.

She rested her head on his lap, staring blankly at the cabin for several seconds before slowly coming to her senses.

Zhao Zonglan stared intently at the computer screen, reached out and pinched her cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Get up and eat something when you're awake."

Shen Jingni then slowly got up and went to wash up.

After eating something, she remembered that there were still twenty-one gifts she hadn't opened, so she asked Chu You and Chang An to bring the gift boxes over for her.

She sat opposite Zhao Zonglan and happily began to unpack it.

Priceless gemstone necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and exquisite diamond hair clips...

Upon seeing this hair clip, Shen Jingni suddenly remembered her own white jade hairpin.

She looked up and asked, "My hairpin is still with you. When are you going to return it to me?"

Zhao Zonglan looked away from the screen, his expression remaining indifferent. "Is that hairpin very important?"

"Yes, it was left to me by my grandmother before she passed away, it's very important."

"Then I won't pay it back."

Shen Jingni: ?

She immediately couldn't sit still, stood up abruptly, and angrily questioned, "Why? Those are mine."

It's one thing for capitalists to exploit people, but why do they have to blatantly rob them?

Zhao Zonglan slowly closed his laptop, calmly raising his eyes. "Consider it a keepsake. After all, you can be quite disobedient sometimes."

Shen Jingni understood.

What a load of rubbish!

He just wanted to use the hairpin to threaten and control her.

Just like so-called hostages.

Shen Jingni didn't want him to succeed, so she started acting cute and joking again.

She straddled his lap, grabbed the man's neatly tied tie, and shook it. "Hey, just give it back to me."

"Besides, it's useless for you to have it."

"Beautiful hairpins should be worn on the heads of beautiful women, not locked in a dark room."

Zhao Zonglan leaned back lazily in his chair, letting her do as she pleased.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from the side of her face with his long, slender fingers, tucking it behind her ear. "If you want a pretty hairpin, I'll buy you one, as many as you want. Just replace your white jade hairpin, okay?"

"I don't want it." Shen Jingni only wanted her things back.

She probably would have agreed to it if it were something else, but not the hairpin.

Because it was one of the dowry items her grandmother left her.

Seeing how stubborn she was, Zhao Zonglan stopped trying to coax her.

The more you coax her, the more enthusiastic she becomes.

Faced with the man's cold attitude, Shen Jingni simply hugged his waist and rubbed against him haphazardly, "Brother~"

"Give it back to me."

I used the same trick again, hoping to soften his heart and make him give in.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened suddenly, and he pressed down on her waist, causing her once-flat trousers to become heavily wrinkled.

He felt like he was becoming somewhat addicted.

He felt a despicable urge to possess her completely the moment he touched her.

This feeling is much more terrifying than nicotine addiction.

Because he seems to be out of control.

Shen Jingni was unaware of the danger and stared at him blankly, only feeling that the man's face was frighteningly cold.

Zhao Zonglan glanced at his watch, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice slightly hoarse from restraint, "Don't move. The plane will land in twenty minutes. There's not enough time."

"Not enough what?"

He held her earlobe in his mouth, moving it downwards, saying, "It's not enough for me to pamper you."

"But we can kiss for a while."

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Upon returning to Beijing, Shen Jingni resolutely refused to let Zhao Zonglan see her off and fled home as if she were escaping.

Zhao Zonglan has been acting strangely these past two days. She's afraid something might happen on the car, so she's avoiding it whenever possible.

As soon as I got home, I slept for half a day.

Xu Ningwan thought she was tired from her business trip and felt very sorry for her, so she thought about taking her precious daughter out to relax on the weekend.

During dinner, she suggested, "Miaomiao, come with me to Fuze Temple this Saturday to pray. We can also go shopping at the mall and buy you some winter clothes and accessories."

Ms. Xu likes to dress up her daughter and tries her best to find beautiful clothes and jewelry for Shen Jingni every quarter, just in case Shen Jingni is reluctant to buy them for herself.

Shen Jingni naturally couldn't refuse, "Okay."

She happened to have her eye on a handbag that could be paid for by Ms. Xu's card.

After dinner, Shen Jingni washed up and lay in bed playing on her phone when Chu You called.

"Boss, the organizers of the Shanghai Youth Designers Competition called and said that there are too many sponsors who want to sponsor the competition, and their sponsorship fees are higher than ours. We may not be able to win the bid."

This competition garnered significant attention domestically, with television stations broadcasting it live throughout, resulting in excellent publicity.

Therefore, Shen Jingni plans to invest some money this year to sponsor the naming rights.

This can quickly increase the brand awareness of Oath Love and attract several talented designers.

But now it seems that many people share the same thoughts as her.

Chu You added, "Moreover, the other party revealed that Ms. Qin Muhuan sponsored 100 million yuan, saying she wanted to be the exclusive title sponsor."

It's Qin Muhuan again.

Shen Jingni frowned. One hundred million?

Where is she going to get a hundred million?

The things Zhao Zonglan gave her were quite valuable, but she couldn't actually sell them.

This is extremely disrespectful to the person giving the gift.

Chu You suggested to her over the phone, "Why don't you... ask Mr. Zhao for help?"

"It's just a matter of Mr. Zhao making one phone call."

Shen Jingni really did have this plan.

Her parents don't care whether her business survives or fails; her only support now is Zhao Zonglan.

But Zhao Zonglan would never do a business that loses money.

After thinking it over, she took out her phone and sent Zhao Zonglan a message: "It's strange, we've only been apart for less than a day, and I already miss you a little."

Men also like to hear sweet words, right?

Anyway, typing to coax him doesn't cost any money.

A few minutes later, she received Zhao Zonglan's reply: "Do you need something from me?"

This old man is quite perceptive.

Shen Jingni: [I mainly miss you, and there's something else, but it's nothing compared to you, brother.]

After a long time, Zhao Zonglan still didn't reply to her.

I guess he was smitten by her.

Just as Shen Jingni was about to fall asleep, she received his reply: "[I'll have Chang An pick you up at 10:30 tomorrow morning]."

She asked, "Isn't 10:30 a bit late?"

It was almost noon when I got there.

Zhao Zonglan: [If you can get up earlier, you can change it to 8 o'clock.]

That's not necessary.