Chapter 68 He couldn't sleep all night because he missed her.

The next morning, when Shen Jingni went to work, she received a WeChat message from Shen Qingyan.

【You really dare to mess with anyone, Shen Miaomiao. I'm going back to China the day after tomorrow, so you'd better just wait and see what happens to you. *knocks*

Danger!

That shameless old Shen actually told Shen Qingyan about her affair with Zhao Zonglan?!

Shen Jingni has been afraid of her brother since she was a child.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I'm annoyed.

Shen Qingyan had a face that appealed to both men and women; his beauty was unparalleled and unmatched in the world. Although this description was somewhat exaggerated, he was indeed handsome and dashing, attracting the admiration of many.

He's well-liked and a successful businessman.

But he talks a lot.

When Shen Jingni received her first love letter from a boy in junior high school, Shen Qingyan found out and kept nagging her about it for over a month.

It's basically saying, "You're too young, you shouldn't be in a relationship so early, don't go astray..."

These words, spoken from morning till night, can be incredibly annoying.

When she chose to start her own business, he nagged her like a mantra, almost to the point of chanting.

Shen Jingni was a little nervous.

I don't want to be bothered by him.

She figured she might as well not go home for the next few days, and she couldn't stay in any of the properties under the Shen family's name either; she'd have to find a hotel to hide from him.

Shen Qingyan is very career-oriented, so he probably won't stay in the country for more than a few days.

Zhao Yueling has started dating a male college student who studies acting. He's very young and handsome.

The important thing is to be sweet-talking and obedient.

Last night, I indulged in a life of debauchery and extravagance.

At noon, she and her entourage had just left the hotel when they ran into Shen Jingni at the entrance.

"sister in law?!"

Zhao Yueling was a little surprised. She blinked, let go of the boy's hand, and came over to Shen Jingni. "You didn't go to America with Fifth Brother?"

Shen Jingni originally wanted to ask, "Why did I go to America with him?" But then she thought that it wouldn't be appropriate for her to ask this as his girlfriend, so she shook her head and said in a crisp voice, "No, I've been quite busy with work these past few days."

Zhao Yueling said "Oh," and then asked suspiciously, "So what's this?"

It's strange that they come to book a room in the middle of the day.

Could it be that Fifth Brother has already found a love rival?

Shen Jingni looked a little awkward and casually made up a lie: "Uh... well, our house is being renovated recently, so it's inconvenient, and we're staying at a hotel."

Zhao Yueling clearly did not believe it.

Although the Shen family is not as wealthy as the Zhao family, they still own some properties, so they are not without a place to live.

She gave a somewhat forced smile, not exposing her true intentions, and simply said, "I've booked an entire floor of this hotel. I'll talk to the manager later, and you can pick a room that suits your taste and check in."

Only by keeping people in front of you can you help Fifth Brother supervise them.

Zhao Yueling was secretly delighted.

My allowance for the year is coming soon.

Shen Jingni felt that Zhao Yueling was too extravagant, having booked an entire floor.

No wonder she's Zhao Zonglan's younger sister.

Based on the idea of ​​saving money and the principle that if you don't stay, you might as well stay, so she didn't refuse.

Shen Jingni thanked him and was about to leave when Zhao Yueling called her back.

As if suddenly remembering something, she reminded her, "Hey, sister-in-law, it's my fifth brother's thirty-second birthday in two days."

"Although he usually doesn't celebrate his birthday, remember to call him!"

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow at Shen Jingni meaningfully.

It's Zhao Zonglan's birthday...

Why didn't he say so when he asked her to go to America?

That annoying person who doesn't have a mouth.

Let him spend his birthday all alone in a foreign land; she's not going to call him.

Shen Jingni didn't give her a definite answer, only saying, "I understand."

The boy next to Zhao Yueling watched Shen Jingni's departing figure, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is that young lady Mr. Zhao's girlfriend?"

She was very beautiful, with a flamboyant and bright temperament, unlike girls from ordinary families.

Zhao Yueling turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Hmm?"

The last syllable rose, carrying a hint of coolness.

The boy gave an awkward laugh and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I was just a little curious."

He almost forgot that although this Miss Zhao was wild and generous, she had a bad temper.

The Zhao family never allowed outsiders to pry into their privacy, nor could they tolerate anyone with ulterior motives.

Moreover, it concerns Zhao Zonglan.

Seeing that he was remorseful, Zhao Yueling took his arm and leaned closer, gently telling him, "Baby, don't do it again."

The little boy quickly agreed, "Okay."

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At seven o'clock in the morning, the thin fog in the San Francisco Bay Area had not yet dissipated, and the outline of the luxury mansion located in Pacific Heights slowly became clear in the fog.

The curved floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room was covered with heavy curtains, completely blocking and isolating the morning view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the bay.

Yesterday I went to Silicon Valley Technology Zone and had some drinks last night. Rong Heng went to bed early and woke up before six o'clock this morning.

He came downstairs wearing a black and white plush shark pajama set with the words "Don't want to get out of bed" printed on the back.

His fifth older sister bought these pajamas to tease him for his habit of sleeping in late.

However, he found the clothes quite comfortable, so he brought them to the United States.

The curtains in the living room were all drawn, making it very dark, and there was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Rong Heng sniffed it and quickly recognized it as the brand that Zhao Zonglan often smoked.

His gaze swept across the spacious living room, but it was too dark to see clearly, so he pulled open a curtain nearby.

With a splashing sound, the morning light streamed into the room, carrying a touch of the unique dampness of winter.

Zhao Zonglan was currently leaning back in the minimalist Italian leather sofa, the buttons of his shirt collar undone, revealing his fair collarbone and a small portion of his firm chest.

He rested his right hand across his forehead, the back of his hand partially obscuring his eyes. His long legs were casually bent, and his neatly pressed trousers were slightly wrinkled. His posture was languid, revealing a deep weariness.

The ashtray on the marble coffee table was piled high with cigarette butts, and next to it was a bottle of whiskey.

As the light streamed in, Zhao Zonglan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. A few seconds later, he slowly and displeasedly opened his eyes.

He didn't get up, but simply moved the hand away from his eyes, his gaze cold. "Draw the curtains, they're too bright."

His originally deep voice had become somewhat hoarse due to staying up all night and the effects of smoking and drinking.

Rong Heng was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded and obediently pulled the curtain back up.

According to custom, Fifth Brother should have been up by now.

Why is today... so unusual?

"Fifth Brother, you didn't sleep last night?"

Rong Heng asked in a low voice.

"Um."

Zhao Zonglan wanted to get some cigarettes, but the cigarette pack on the table was empty.

Rong Heng poured him a glass of water and started chatting away: "Actually, I don't sleep very well either. I have to adjust to the time difference. That's one of the troubles of being abroad..."

Zhao Zonglan was not in the mood to listen to him.

He sat up from the sofa and picked up his phone.

Messages came in, but none of them were what he wanted to see.

"Oh."

A faint, bitter laugh escaped Zhao Zonglan's throat.

He really is a heartless person.

It's been two days, and I haven't even received a phone call or a message.

He couldn't sleep all night because he missed her.