Chapter 35 Who Will You Marry?

The next morning, Shen Jingni went to the main store for a visit. At 10:30, Chang An came to pick her up on time.

Zhao Zonglan is at the company today.

Jingyao Capital's headquarters are located in four districts: east, south, west, and north. Several towering buildings stand tall, with electronic screens on the walls displaying real-time data from the global capital market. The security system is extremely tight.

Chang An led Shen Jingni through Zhao Zonglan's private passage, but the door to the elevator required double authentication.

Only after the access card and fingerprint are recognized can you pass smoothly.

This was Shen Jingni's first time visiting Jingyao Capital, and it truly broadened her horizons.

The male and female elites in the building are highly efficient and self-disciplined, and they rarely even talk.

This made Shen Jingni feel that she, as an idle person, shouldn't have come in.

It truly lives up to its reputation as an internationally renowned capital group.

It inspires awe and fear.

She wondered how Zhao Zonglan managed his employees; they were so disciplined. She needed to find an opportunity to ask him for advice.

Chang An led Shen Jingni to Zhao Zonglan's office. "Miss Shen, the master is still in a meeting. He should be finishing soon. Please wait a moment."

Shen Jingni nodded and began to look around Zhao Zonglan's office.

Like his bedroom, it is decorated mainly in black, white and gray tones, leaning towards a cool color scheme.

Floor-to-ceiling windows occupy one wall, offering a wide view. The interior is sparsely furnished, with a solemn black desk, a computer, and a huge monitor on it, and a genuine leather chair behind it.

On the other side were a gray sofa and a tea table.

Hmm, how boring.

Shen Jingni thought she would send him some green plants or flowers another day, otherwise this would be too monotonous.

After waiting for a few minutes and Zhao Zonglan still hadn't arrived, she put her coffee on the table and, feeling bored, simply sat down in his boss's chair and started playing on her phone.

When Zhao Zonglan came in, he saw her slumped in a chair in a very relaxed posture, looking at her phone and smiling foolishly.

"Are you happy?"

Upon hearing his voice, Shen Jingni abruptly stopped laughing, shifted her attention from her phone, swiveled her chair, and looked at his handsome face.

"Of course I'm happy to see you."

She continued to say sweet words to coax him, "I even brought you coffee, I ground it myself."

Zhao Zonglan merely glanced at the coffee cup, his expression indifferent, seemingly uninterested.

Shen Jingni felt uneasy.

"Have a sip."

She prepared this especially for herself, so why did she only glance at it?

That's so perfunctory.

Zhao Zonglan leaned against the desk, his long legs casually bent, facing her.

He had intended to say that he never drinks coffee, but seeing her pouting and somewhat frustrated expression, he didn't say it.

A few seconds later, he picked up the cup of coffee and took a small sip.

A slight bitterness touches the tip of the tongue, followed by a rich aroma that spreads throughout the mouth; the taste is alright.

Seeing that he had finally drunk it, Shen Jingni smiled and looked forward to his evaluation, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Zonglan did not answer.

He lit a cigarette, lowered his gaze to meet her clear, beautiful eyes, and said in a calm tone, "Get to the point."

Shen Jingni was angered by his cold attitude.

She stood up angrily and accused in a coquettish voice, "Zhao Zonglan, I made a special trip to see you, how can you be so cold?"

"You men are all the same, you don't recognize people once you've pulled up your pants."

She then feigned grievance, saying, "I told you I missed you, but you didn't react."

This tactic is called striking first; you need to make him feel guilty so she can make her demands.

But how could Zhao Zonglan not understand her little scheme?

He put one arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. The faint scent of tobacco mingled with the woody aroma of his own body, creating a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.

"What kind of reaction do you want from me?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot.

Shen Jingni was somewhat captivated by his deep, magnetic voice.

Her cheeks flushed, and the blush spread to her ears.

"Don't get so close to me."

My resolve is wavering.

Zhao Zonglan lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips, very restrained, just a light kiss, and quickly pulled away.

He held her close, their waists pressed together.

Shen Jingni's eyes widened suddenly, "You, you..."

Why is it still like that?

She didn't do anything.

I just said I missed him.

A mocking smile played in his eyes as he leaned close to her ear, his tone laced with malice: "You reacted, so don't wrongly accuse me next time, okay?"

Shen Jingni swallowed hard in fright and pushed him away with her hand, "Tell me, tell me what's going on."

Zhao Zonglan stepped back slightly, raised his hand to take a drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled a bluish-gray smoke. "I thought you didn't want to talk anymore and just wanted to scold me."

This person is so sarcastic and unpredictable.

Shen Jingni grinned and glared at him irritably.

Only then did he begin to speak.

However, since we need his help, we should at least be more respectful.

She tiptoed and kissed the man's handsome face, saying ingratiatingly, "Brother, I believe you can definitely help me get the naming rights. I'll pay you in installments, I won't take advantage of you for free."

Zhao Zonglan is a world-class capitalist, not someone who can be easily appeased with a few words; he wouldn't even look at that little bit of money.

"You don't need to give me the money."

"The hairpin is mine."

Shen Jingni, of course, refused.

"No, I already told you, that hairpin is very important to me."

"You...you change your terms."

She had a stern face and puffed-out cheeks, clearly unhappy.

Zhao Zonglan stubbed out the cigarette, which was still more than half-smoked, in the ashtray. He reached out and pinched her slightly puffed cheek, his tone softening slightly. "Then I'll keep it for you. The things are still yours."

After thinking about it carefully, Shen Jingni thought, "That might work, huh?"

Anyway, she doesn't wear that hairpin often, so she might as well leave it in a bank safe deposit box.

"You must return it to me before I get married."

After all, that was her dowry.

Upon hearing the word "marriage," Zhao Zonglan's eyes flickered, a chill creeping into them.

His expression turned cold as he pinned her against the desk, his hands bracing on either side of her, trapping her in a small space. "Who do you want to marry?"

Shen Jingni was startled by his sudden action.

His question is really baffling.

Who can predict the future?

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. "How would I know who I'm going to marry? I don't have anyone I like."

Upon hearing her reply, Zhao Zonglan's expression grew even more gloomy and terrifying.

An inexplicable surge of anger exploded in her chest, and the veins on her hands, which were braced on either side of her, bulged.

He leaned down, almost touching her lips, their breaths mingling.

Yet, it was suppressed, and then it suddenly stopped.

His voice was deep, carrying the arrogance and domineering air of someone in a superior position, "Shen Jingni."

Kiss me, hurry up.

He wanted her to take the initiative.

He wanted her to become aroused by his desires.

She belongs to him, Zhao Zonglan.

Shen Jingni felt that Zhao Zonglan was a bit strange.

But she sensed that he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Why is she so unpredictable? She didn't do anything to him.

Oh well, I'll just try to appease him.

She still needs capitalists to help her secure naming rights.

Thinking of this, she gripped his shirt, leaned forward slightly, and awkwardly kissed his lips.