Chapter 75 Come here and give me a kiss.

The next day, when Shen Jingni woke up, she was already on the plane.

She was exploited by capitalists all night.

No matter how much they pleaded or cried out, all they got in return was Zhao Zonglan's even more forceful and aggressive actions.

Now she understands; it's a forbidden word that can't be used casually.

The first thing Shen Jingni did after waking up was to throw a tantrum.

"Zhao Zonglan, you broke your promise! You liar."

As she spoke, she lunged at him to bite his hand.

Zhao Zonglan pinched her chin, his thumb and forefinger parting her lips and teeth, a nonchalant smile playing in his calm eyes. "Why are you acting like a puppy?"

"Didn't you get enough to eat last night?"

Shen Jingni: "..."

Hearing him say that, her fierce demeanor vanished instantly.

He's so annoying.

She turned her face away, glanced out the window, and asked angrily, "Where are we going?"

"New York."

Shen Jingni was even angrier.

She lowered her eyelashes, pouted, and sat down on the other side, turning her back to him, and began to sulk.

Although he knew she was angry, Zhao Zonglan found her adorable.

He was in a good mood and, unusually, felt like teasing her. "If you behave, I might consider taking you to Las Vegas."

Shen Jingni glanced at her sideways.

Those large, bright eyes were filled with sorrow and vigilance.

"I no longer trust you."

She spoke firmly, stubbornly turning her gaze away from him.

Kids aren't so easily fooled anymore.

Zhao Zonglan took a sip of tea and said in a calm voice, "I have several penthouses in Manhattan with great night views. You should like them."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingni glanced at her sideways again.

Whether it's a nighttime view or not is unimportant.

The focus is on the ultimate luxury residences in the sky.

Shen Jingni felt that Zhao Zonglan wouldn't lie to her about something like this.

After all, money is the last thing he lacks.

However, the fairy is not so easily persuaded.

She raised her chin and said against her will, "I don't care."

Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Since you don't care, I'll have someone transfer the house to Chang An's name."

Shen Jingni couldn't sit still any longer.

"No, no, I love it, I love it."

She finally turned around, looked at him with resentment in her eyes, and said domineeringly, "You have to give them all to me."

That's a bad person.

He actually wanted to give it to Chang An?!

Zhao Zonglan leaned back lazily in his chair, his handsome face relaxed, his voice deep: "Then come over here and give me a kiss."

An ancient proverb says, "One should not bow down for five pecks of rice."

Does that mean one can bow down for a thousand bushels of rice, ten thousand bushels of rice, or even ten thousand bushels of rice?

Shen Jingni felt that if she hesitated for even a second, it would be disrespectful to the mansion.

She immediately stood up, moved closer to Zhao Zonglan, and lightly kissed his thin lips.

Zhao Zonglan's eyes flickered slightly.

That's a good boy.

He held her close, kissing her slightly swollen lips for a long time before letting go.

Shen Jingni felt she had been taken advantage of.

"You clearly said you'd just kiss me, you broke your promise..."

Zhao Zonglan let her scold him.

After the kitten finished scolding, he patted her head and said in a deep voice, "Go wash up and have something to eat."

Shen Jingni was indeed hungry and planned to continue her struggle with him after she had eaten her fill.

The plane landed on a private helipad two hours later.

After eating something, Shen Jingni was very sleepy and was also throwing a tantrum at Zhao Zonglan, so she just lay there, feeling lazy and unwilling to move, and kept asking him to carry her.

The roar of the plane gradually subsided, and the cabin door slowly opened.

Zhong Wei, dressed in a black uniform, and his men had been waiting for some time.

He was Zhao Zonglan's personal bodyguard. He had an ordinary face and a strong build. He had retired from the special forces a few years ago, and most of his men were like that.

These special security personnel primarily provide personal safety protection for important entrepreneurs, high-ranking officials, and political figures. They need to master skills such as grappling and risk identification, and to facilitate daily risk assessments, their appearance needs to be unremarkable.

Zhong Wei has been in the United States giving special training to newcomers for some time now.

The domestic security is good, and he has other brothers around, so he doesn't need to guard the place all the time, but it's different abroad.

Zhong Wei was somewhat surprised to see Zhao Zonglan carrying a girl off the plane.

He whispered to Chang'an beside him, "Who is the person in your arms, sir?"

Chang An glanced sideways and replied, "Shen Jingni, Miss Shen, Mr.'s girlfriend."

Zhong Wei: ?

He was a rough man, and spoke casually, "My goodness, that little body of his, can it withstand the sturdiness of a gentleman?"

Chang An: "..."

However, the size difference between Mr. and Ms. Shen is indeed quite significant.

Miss Shen is too thin, looking tiny, while Mr. Shen is tall and has a muscular build. If he really gets angry, well... Chang An doesn't quite understand, but it would probably be terrible.

Seeing that Chang An didn't speak, Zhong Wei patted his shoulder with his broad hand: "You're already twenty-nine, you're not still a virgin, are you?"

Chang An: "..."

"It's okay, I'll take you to a great place tonight. I guarantee you'll have a blast the first time and want to go again."

"Not interested."

"Interests need to be cultivated, little An'an~"

How disgusting.

Chang An remained silent and did not speak to him.

The wind was strong and howling on the tarmac, and it was bitterly cold. Coupled with the already low outdoor temperature, Shen Jingni shrank her neck and subconsciously snuggled into Zhao Zonglan's arms.

"It's cold, hurry up."

She even started giving orders in a coquettish tone.

Zhao Zonglan remained silent with a sullen face, but his pace quickened involuntarily.

New York is known as the financial heart of the world, ranks first in global GDP, and is the city with the most Fortune 500 company headquarters. This city that never sleeps is brightly lit 24 hours a day, and is always full of dynamism and vitality.

But Zhao Zonglan didn't like it.

He brought Shen Jingni here so that she could see the place where he once lived.

Now that she has entered his world, she should try to understand him.

Whether it's good or bad, you have to accept it all.

Upon learning that Zhao Zonglan was returning, Chang Qingbai had the villa thoroughly cleaned inside and out and prepared a meal.

The Georgian-style red brick villa has a symmetrical outline, and the thick walls show the marks of time, indicating that it is quite old, but it still looks solemn and grand.

Shen Jingni got out of the car, tugged at Zhao Zonglan's coat, and asked curiously, "Is this the house you used to live in? It's so beautiful."

"Yes, my grandfather's inheritance."

How long did you stay?

Zhao Zonglan's voice was very calm, "Ten years."

Shen Jingni was slightly taken aback.

Some wealthy families send their children abroad to study and enhance their resumes, but isn't ten years too long?

She knew that Zhao Zonglan returned to China at the age of twenty.

But little did we know that he had spent so much time abroad at such a young age.

A cold wind swept in, rustling softly, and it was rather chilly.

Shen Jingni grasped his warm fingers, turned her head, her bright eyes sparkling, and said in a light tone, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Zonglan patted her head, a faint smile playing in his usually calm eyes.

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an invitation and a seductive quality.

"Baby, welcome to my realm."