Chapter 39 Little Rascal, Is It Sweet?

With the end of the month approaching, there are only two days left until New Year's Day.

Shen Jingni prepared New Year's Day red envelopes and small gifts for all her employees.

Xu Ningwan is from Beijing. Her father, who is also Shen Jingni's maternal grandfather, was a farmer. After his death, he chose to return to his roots and was buried in the countryside.

January 2nd is the anniversary of his death.

The Shen family visits the graves and pays respects every year.

Shen Jingni has been quite busy these past two days in order to free up some time.

Zhao Zonglan was also busy.

He flew to Germany and only returned this afternoon.

As she was leaving get off work in the evening, Chu You rushed into the office in a hurry. "Boss, quickly take a look at that video on Douyin. I've forwarded it to you."

Shen Jingni clicked on the link she had forwarded.

The video account is named Luo Xi.

The video features several young and beautiful women wearing modern Chinese-style cheongsams, showcasing themselves in front of the camera with accompanying narration.

"This time, we used Suzhou's intangible cultural heritage handmade Song brocade to make a modern Chinese-style cheongsam. The fabric is soft, and the patterns are exquisite and elegant. The luster of these silk threads perfectly showcases the texture of the silk, making it elegant without being flashy..."

Shen Jingni was stunned.

Because these Song brocades seemed to be the batch she had been looking for, with colors and patterns identical to those in the original auction catalog.

She opened the comments section and saw that some people were questioning the authenticity of this batch of Song brocade.

[Where can you buy so much genuine handmade Song brocade these days? It's become an intangible cultural heritage, extremely rare. Did the blogger somehow manage to invite an intangible cultural heritage inheritor? You can only fool unsuspecting kids.]

Someone retorted, "I don't know about others, but Luo Xi really does have this ability. After all, she's surnamed Zhao. What can't a member of the Zhao family do?"

Zhao Luoxi.

In other words, the batch of Song brocade that Zhao Siyuan bought was given to Zhao Luoxi.

Zhao Luoxi is an ambassador for promoting traditional Chinese culture and a descendant of the Zhao family...

Chu You stood anxiously by, saying, "Boss, is this the batch of Song brocade we ordered? If so, what are we going to do? We need to deliver it after the New Year."

Shen Jingni was at a loss for what to do.

Zhao Zonglan knew perfectly well that she really wanted this batch of Song brocade.

Even if he didn't want to take away what the younger generation loved, he should at least have told her.

She was still naively waiting for him to help her get Song Jin back.

Shen Jingni was very unhappy.

The little princess, raised in a sweet environment, is not good at suppressing her emotions.

I always say what I think, laugh when I'm happy, and make a scene when I'm angry, and there's always someone to coax me.

Moreover, her dissatisfaction wasn't limited to this batch of Song brocade.

Song Jin can at most be considered the fuse that ignited the conflict between them.

Shen Jingni drove to Zijing Tanyuan.

When Chang An saw her, he gently informed her, "Miss Shen, the master is in a meeting in the study and will not finish for another half hour."

"Okay, I'll go to the bedroom and wait for him."

She left those words behind and went upstairs with a stern face.

Having spent a long time by Zhao Zonglan's side, Chang An had developed an extremely keen insight and was used to reading people's expressions. He could tell that Miss Shen was very angry at this moment.

The reason Shen Jingni didn't wait for him in the living room was because she was afraid that it would be unsightly if they started arguing later. After all, no one wants others to see them arguing and throwing a tantrum.

But Zhao Zonglan really didn't like this bedroom.

It's very big and wide, but all the colors are cool, just like him.

In the outer room of the bedroom stood a tall, solid wood storage cabinet with glass doors. Inside, a few books were scattered about, and the Christmas crystal ball she had given him was placed on the middle shelf.

It seems this locker wasn't there when she came last time.

The Zijing Tanyuan Garden is so big that there's no need to deliberately build a cabinet in the bedroom. If you really need to store things, you can just build a storage room next door.

Shen Jingni has no time to worry about these things right now.

She even disliked the crystal ball.

When Zhao Zonglan came in, he saw her staring blankly at the storage cabinet.

Hearing the door open, she turned around, but her eyes were fierce as she looked at him.

Shen Jingni walked up to him, raised her chin, and questioned, "Zhao Zonglan, why didn't you tell me that the Song brocade had already been made into garments?"

Is it so hard to say something to me?

I just heard from Chang An that she seemed angry, so Zhao Zonglan ended the meeting early and came over.

But I never expected it was because of this.

His tone was indifferent, and his gaze was calm. "Since you've agreed, I'll give it to you, but it will take some time."

The weaving process of Song brocade, an intangible cultural heritage, is complex and requires a long period of investment.

"I don't want to."

This was the first time Shen Jingni had spoken these words with such backbone in front of him.

She said firmly and resolutely, "I won't trouble Mr. Zhao with Song Jin's matter. I can afford the penalty for breach of contract."

Zhao Zonglan thought this child was being incredibly unreasonable.

I had already promised to help her resolve it, but she's still acting so stubbornly.

I'm deliberately trying to annoy him.

But he was easily provoked by her words.

Zhao Zonglan pulled the person into his arms, his eyes darkening slightly. "Tell me, what's wrong with you this time?"

again?

Shen Jingni was furious.

The frustration I've been suppressing for the past few days has finally erupted.

She showed no fear, and glared at him angrily, "Do you think I'm just an unreasonable, greedy, and lecherous little brat?"

"Yes, I was immature and ignorant."

"So Mr. Zhao, your so-called 'girlfriend' should be a gentle, considerate, and understanding lady from a respectable family, not me."

This inexplicable and messy relationship should have ended long ago.

Zhao Zonglan's face grew increasingly gloomy, and the grip on her shoulders suddenly tightened. "Shen Jingni, don't say things that make me angry."

"On what grounds?"

She endured the pain, her eyes red, and glared at him, "Are you the only one allowed to get angry, yell at me, and bite me all the time?"

"Zhao Zonglan, you can be really annoying sometimes."

Do you hate it?

Zhao Zonglan's anger intensified, his aura became frighteningly low, and the veins on his hands holding her bulged as he restrained himself; he didn't want to hurt her.

All he could do was hold her tightly in his arms, lower his head, and kiss that annoying little mouth hard.

Shen Jingni struggled in his arms, "Let me go, mmm..."

She bit him angrily.

A metallic taste filled his mouth. He merely frowned slightly, his eyes bloodshot, before pinning the man against the cold wall and kissing him even more fiercely.

Her tongue and lips were numb and painful.

Tears welled up again, and they started falling uncontrollably.

Unlike before, this time, Shen Jingni stubbornly remained silent.

Zhao Zonglan couldn't bear to see her cry.

He regained some of his composure. Her bitten lip was still oozing bright red blood. He cruelly fed it to her, his voice hoarse and dangerous, "Little rascal, is it sweet?"

Shen Jingni turned her face away from him, her tone cold, "If you're going to do it, hurry up, I need to go home."

Zhao Zonglan's eyes were bloodshot, his face was gloomy, and he stared at her intently, his gaze burning and obsessive.

After a long while, he finally let go and turned to leave.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to resist.

I can't help but want to kill this disobedient little brat.