Chapter 44 Be good, I'll let you bite me as much as you want when we get back.

Shen Jingni didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to.

She pressed herself against his neck and made her demand with a perfectly reasonable tone, "You have to apologize to me first."

Apologize?

Zhao Zonglan pursed his lips and remained silent.

He has never apologized to anyone in his life. When he is out in public, he may occasionally say "sorry" lightly, but that is just a polite way of speaking out of courtesy. No one dares to actually make him apologize.

The snow was falling softly, landing on the roof of the black Maybach.

The person in charge waiting by the car saw Zhao Zonglan carrying someone over and called out, "Mr. Zhao."

She opened the car door for him again.

He glanced at the person in Zhao Zonglan's arms out of the corner of his eye, but the girl was being protected so well by Mr. Zhao that he couldn't see her face clearly.

But the exposed hands were quite beautiful, with skin as white as snow, slender and well-proportioned joints, and strikingly delicate nails.

Zhao Zonglan glanced at him indifferently, "Thank you for your hard work."

The person in charge was somewhat flattered and bowed his head respectfully. "It's all what we should do. We also have to thank Mr. Zhao for his support. Without your help, we probably would have had to stay up until the wee hours of the morning."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingni couldn't help but snuggle closer to him.

If Zhao Zonglan doesn't come, she'll have to spend the night in the car. Her phone is dead, she has no food, and she'll probably die.

At that moment, she felt that older men weren't so bad after all.

Zhao Zonglan had heard these flattering and ingratiating words far too often.

He didn't say anything, his eyes calm as he carried Shen Jingni into the car.

It was warm inside the car.

Chang An had already prepared hot water and food, which were placed on the extendable table in the back seat.

Zhao Zonglan squeezed her cold hand. "Have some hot porridge first."

Shen Jingni stepped slightly out of his embrace, glanced at the porridge on the table, but didn't touch it.

She stared at him, her tone somewhat fierce, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Apologize to me right now."

The last sentence was a command tinged with guilt, spoken in a coquettish voice, as she sat on his lap, her body shifting restlessly.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened as he forcefully pressed down on her waist.

He's been missing it a lot these past few days.

It's even worse at night.

Just thinking about her face, no matter how much alcohol I drink or how many cigarettes I smoke, I can't suppress the base desires that run through my body and soul.

I want to *her*.

But not now.

Zhao Zonglan pressed his forehead against hers with great restraint, his voice deep, "Teach me how to apologize."

Shen Jingni: ?

Intentional.

That old man definitely did it on purpose.

He just wanted to fool her.

"Zhao Zonglan, do you even need to be taught how to apologize?" As she spoke, the little flame in her heart flared up again, and she started acting recklessly again. "Let go of me, I don't want you to hug me, and I won't eat your food."

Her beautiful face was filled with displeasure.

Right now, her stomach was aching from hunger. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she bit her lower lip as she reached out to push him away.

Zhao Zonglan was so angry with her that he really couldn't do anything about it.

He's as stubborn as an ox; he'll turn on you and give you the cold shoulder at the slightest provocation.

He pinched her chin and kissed her lips to stop her from biting them.

It was probably really cold; my hands were cold, my lips were a little cold, and they were also a bit dry.

What a poor little thing.

"It was my fault."

Zhao Zonglan's voice was low and hoarse; it was the first time in his life that he had uttered words of admitting his mistake.

Even when Zhao Yan threatened him with a gun and he narrowly escaped death, he never yielded or bowed his head.

Because he is Zhao Zonglan, right and wrong are often determined by him.

But the one in his arms was probably sent by God to torment him; it was completely unreasonable and only knew how to anger him.

When Shen Jingni heard him say that, although she wasn't entirely satisfied, she knew when to stop.

It's not good to push your luck too far.

So, she took pity on him and didn't ask where he had gone wrong.

She gave a haughty hum, clearly pleased, and said in a sweet voice, "Then I'll forgive you for now."

Seeing that she had finally calmed down a bit, Zhao Zonglan's calm eyes held a hint of mockery. "Thank you for your forgiveness, Miss Chen."

Shen Jingni smiled, her lips curving upwards, her face radiant and captivating.

However, since we've come this far, some things need to be discussed openly; she doesn't want to, and isn't good at, keeping things bottled up inside.

"Zhao Zonglan," she suddenly called his name earnestly, her calm and bright eyes meeting his directly.

"If you have other women by your side, or someone you are to marry, then our agreement ends here."

She didn't want to be forced to be a third party.

This would be a disgrace in her life.

Once the Shen family gets involved in the complicated love-hate relationships of those powerful families, they will suffer as a result.

Zhao Zonglan narrowed his eyes dangerously and tightened his grip on her waist.

"Is this the end?"

Shen Jingni felt that Zhao Zonglan had a problem with his comprehension.

She felt a little pain from his grip and said resentfully, "I meant if there were anyone around you..."

"No."

His voice turned several degrees colder.

"Liar!" Shen Jingni didn't believe it at all. She pouted, pressed her index finger against the man's chest, and began to scold him, "I saw it all at Fuze Temple that day. You and that Miss Rong were chatting and laughing, and you were with your family elders."

His pectoral muscles are so elastic.

I kind of want to touch it, I want to kiss it.

Zhao Zonglan frowned and thought for a moment. It turned out that she really was at Fuze Temple that day.

His feeling was right.

But... chatting and laughing?

Zhao Zonglan was quite certain that it was this little thing that was exaggerating.

Aside from work, he barely interacted with the women around him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. "I only have occasional work-related interactions with Rong Sanzhi. There's no such thing as us chatting and laughing together."

Shen Jingni knew that Zhao Zonglan had no reason to lie to her.

But she still said angrily, "We agreed that I wouldn't be a mistress who can't be seen in public. If Mr. Zhao ever puts me in a difficult position by making me feel unfilial and unjust, then I will..."

Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Shen Jingni pounced on his chest and bit him directly through his black shirt.

"Um."

Zhao Zonglan slightly raised his chin, and a very soft breath rolled out from his throat.

The kitten bit me neither too hard nor too softly; it hurt a little and it itched.

But it was really fun.

Hearing his panting, Shen Jingni finally let go with a smug look on her face. Her clear peach blossom eyes rippled with a mixture of coquettishness and fierceness. "If that day ever comes, I'll bite you to death."

Zhao Zonglan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

His long, slender fingers traced her lips, his eyes unfathomable. "Be good, I'll let you bite me as much as you want when we get back."