Chapter 43 Zhao Zonglan, I haven't forgiven you yet.

The next day, after visiting the graves, Ms. Xu and Mr. Shen returned to the city.

Shen Jingni is a playful person.

Because there was a New Year's Day performance in the town, she and Chu You stayed overnight and leisurely headed back home on the afternoon of the 3rd.

It snowed heavily again last night, and it only stopped this morning. The car was driving on the snow-covered road, so it wasn't easy.

Once on the highway, the traffic was extremely congested, and there seemed to be a car accident ahead; it was all very chaotic.

After being stuck in traffic for about an hour, it started snowing again.

The temperature on the mountain dropped rapidly, and the road surface gradually became icy.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, pounded against the car windows, making it impossible for Shen Jingni's car to move.

Looking at the long line of cars stuck in traffic outside, Chu You leaned on the steering wheel and complained, "This awful weather, why did we have to run into it?"

"It snows whenever it wants, and the temperature drops whenever it wants."

"Won't they close the road?"

Shen Jingni quickly spat a few times, "Shut your little mouth."

What will they do if the road is really blocked?

They might freeze to death here.

But when people are down on their luck, what they say really does come true.

This section of the highway was urgently closed by traffic management authorities due to extreme weather, and emergency repairs are underway.

After seeing the news, Xu Ningwan called Shen Jingni: "Miaomiao, where are you now? I heard the highway is closed. If you haven't left yet, come back in a couple of days."

Shen Jingni was afraid that Ms. Xu would worry, so she didn't tell the truth. "Okay, I'll go back tomorrow."

I told them, but they were just anxious and helpless.

Chu You yawned. "I guess we'll have to wait a while, boss. I'm going to take a nap."

Although Shen Jingni is usually carefree, she is not as carefree as Chu You.

The fuel tank is almost empty.

There was no food on the bus.

If this continues, who knows how long it will take?

She subconsciously thought of Zhao Zonglan.

If it were him, perhaps he could find a solution.

Shen Jingni quickly dismissed the idea.

No, I can't go to him.

Never bow your head.

One hour later.

Wen Shuyi sent her a WeChat message: "Jingni, are you free tonight? Want to go shopping and see a movie? I'll invite Song Yu along, it'll be a girls' get-together."

Shen Jingni: [Sister Wen, I'm still stuck in traffic on the highway, so we probably can't meet up.]

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Xiang Xu'an and Zhao Zonglan are old acquaintances. Xiang is forty years old this year and is the head of Xiang's Capital.

However, in recent years, the Xiang family's strategic focus has shifted overseas, and Xiang Xu'an rarely returns to China.

This trip back to China was mainly to discuss cooperation with Jingyao Capital, and also to visit some old friends.

The gathering was held at Fenghua Palace, and Zhao Zonglan and Song Yanting were invited.

Inside the card room.

Xiang Xu'an held a cigar in his hand, and a hot beauty next to him came over and lit it for him. He took a puff and then pulled her into his arms.

He touched the woman's waist and smiled, "Cheng Sui understands me best and knows my preferences."

This woman was right up his alley; she had a soft, slender waist and was well-endowed in all the right places.

Xie Chengsui casually puffed on his cigarette, "If you like them, I'll find two more clean ones tomorrow for you to take home."

There are quite a few people in this circle who love to have fun.

Take Xie Chengsui and Xiang Xu'an, for example.

However, at their level of status, they don't like playing the role of keeping female celebrities as mistresses; it's too troublesome and involves too much drama.

They have a particular fondness for students who are as pure as blank sheets of paper or ladies from prestigious families.

Each has its own unique flavor.

Xiang Xu'an gladly accepted his kindness.

He glanced at Zhao Zonglan, who was sitting in the main seat, and said half-jokingly, "As his brother, you should find Zonglan a good match. He's just too picky."

Zhao Zonglan fiddled with the chips between his fingers, not even lifting his eyelids or saying a word.

Xie Chengsui touched the tip of his nose. "Fifth Brother... has no interest in this."

It's more than just having high standards.

Only a fairy-like woman like his sister-in-law could catch his eye.

If you really want to find it, that would be extremely difficult.

Song Yanting's personal cell phone rang. After saying sorry, he got up and went out to answer the call.

Xiang Xu'an scoffed, "I remember Yan Ting never had a woman by his side before, and look at him, he still fell for her."

As he spoke, he gave his assistant a wink.

The assistant understood and quickly brought in a girl with a pure and beautiful appearance.

The girl looked young, wearing a gentle and elegant white dress, with her long hair draped over her shoulders. She had an oval face, and her eyes were lowered, making her look timid.

Xie Chengsui frowned slightly. "Brother Xiang, what's wrong?"

Xiang Xu'an leaned back in his chair and drank. "This girl was brought to me the day I returned to the country. She has a clean background and is only twenty years old. I couldn't bear to touch her. Such a good thing should naturally be left to an old friend."

The old friend refers to Zhao Zonglan.

He turned to the girl and said, "Go play cards with Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zonglan casually smoked a cigarette, his long legs crossed, the collar of his black shirt slightly open, and a faint languor lingered between his deep brows. Although he did not speak, the aloof aura around him was enough to make people hesitate to approach.

The girl moved closer, mustered her courage, and looked up at him. Instantly, she was stunned.

This Mr. Zhao is so handsome.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she called out softly, "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zonglan only glanced at her.

Chang An then stopped the person.

“You know my rules,” Zhao Zonglan said indifferently, his voice cold as he looked at Xiang Xu’an, “This is the last time.”

Xiang Xu'an was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly laughed it off and assured him, "Oh dear, look at my memory, there will never be a next time."

As he spoke, he instructed his assistant to quickly take the person out.

Zhao Zonglan never allowed women to get close to him.

Over the years, countless people have tried to send people to his side, all sorts of people, in an endless stream, essentially to curry favor and flatter him, but none of them have ended up well.

This was Zhao Zonglan's warning to Xiang Xu'an.

Xie Chengsui's fox-like eyes narrowed with a smile as he tried to smooth things over, "Brother Xiang, I've already said that Fifth Brother's heart isn't in this, so don't bother with this."

He repeatedly told Xu An that it was okay.

Just then, Song Yanting came in after finishing his phone call.

He looked at Zhao Zonglan, his gentle smile gone, and hesitated before speaking: "I heard from Shuyi that your partner has been stuck on the G99 expressway for almost three hours."

Originally, Wen Shuyi had repeatedly ordered him not to tell Zhao Zonglan.

It is said that Shen Jingni would not allow it.

Tell him to think of a solution quickly.

However, it would be inappropriate for him to directly intervene in such a matter, bypassing Zhao Zonglan.

Moreover, Zhao Zonglan is more capable than him and should be able to bring the person out quickly.

Zhao Zonglan narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression stern.

He stood up with a cold face, said "Excuse me," and turned to leave without even putting on his coat.

Chang An quickly took his coat from the coat rack and hurried after him.

Xiang Xu'an was a little confused. "What... happened?"

"It's a family matter," Song Yanting said with a gentle smile. "I'll call Rong Heng over, and we'll continue playing."

Night slowly fell, and the wind and snow raged.

After getting into the car, Zhao Zonglan made two phone calls himself.

One call was to an official at the traffic management center. De-icing, clearing obstacles, and restoring traffic order were their duties, and he could allocate manpower and financial resources if needed.

He also instructed the professional emergency rescue team under the Zhao family to fully cooperate with traffic management.

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Shen Jingni and Chu You were stuck on the highway for almost four hours.

My phone is out of battery, and the gas tank is running out of fuel.

Luckily, she wore thick clothes this time, otherwise she would have been freezing.

Not far away, the sounds of mechanical clearing operations could be heard, as uniformed workers were doing the final cleanup, the lights shining brightly.

Soon, the cars blocking their way slowly started moving again.

Chu You excitedly shouted, "Ahhh, boss, it moved! We're saved!"

Shen Jingni was so hungry that her stomach ached.

I'm too exhausted to get excited anymore.

She pressed her face against the car window and looked out. The snow was still falling, one flake at a time, piling up on the road and slowly melting away.

A tall figure emerged from the snow, his steps steady. The cold wind swirled snowflakes onto his black overcoat, yet he remained as noble and aloof as ever.

As the man drew closer, his silhouette became increasingly clear.

When Shen Jingni saw that familiar handsome face clearly, her breath hitched.

Zhao Zonglan stopped in front of the car window, his deep, calm eyes fixed on her.

He opened the car door, his expression as aloof as ever. "Will you walk by yourself, or should I carry you?"

Shen Jingni remained stubborn and silent.

Zhao Zonglan didn't have the patience to wait for her reply.

With a cold expression, he scooped the person out of the car, carried them horizontally, and strode away.

Zhao Zonglan felt warm and smelled nice.

The aura emanating from him made Shen Jingni feel inexplicably at ease and comfortable.

The cold wind stung her face.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in the warm crook of his neck, and said in a coquettish, awkward voice, "Zhao Zonglan, I haven't forgiven you yet."

To Zhao Zonglan, this sounded more like a coquettish pout.

He had every right to be angry.

She was angry that she would rather ask Song Yanting for help than call him.

I'm angry at her childishness, angry at her lack of appreciation, angry at her...

But just as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned close to him affectionately, Zhao Zonglan felt that none of this was anything to be angry about.

He lowered his head, nuzzled her face, and hugged her tightly.

He then went along with her words, coaxing her with a gentle tone in his deep, magnetic voice: "Then what will it take for you to forgive me?"