Chapter 8 If only he could warm her bed

Over the next few days, Shen Jingni continued to send things to Zhao Zonglan.

Of course, none of them are anything valuable.

For example, coffee, milk tea, flowers, lucky charms, tie clips, gloves, scarves, etc...

It can be said that they were extremely attentive.

She had never apologized so sincerely in her entire life.

It was implemented exactly according to Chu You's plan.

Sometimes when Zhao Zonglan was not in the capital, she would have things delivered to Zijing Tanyuan, sending an apology letter every day, more punctual than clocking in for work.

Zhao Zonglan seemed to be playing along with her in this game.

At least they didn't make them return the items.

Over the weekend, Song Yu invited Shen Jingni to Fenghua Palace.

A group of classical dancers recently arrived at Fenghua Palace. The men are handsome and the women are beautiful, and their dances are refreshing.

Shen Jingni couldn't resist the temptation and went with them.

They were accompanied by several friends from the industry.

Jiang Zhan arrived the earliest. The usually carefree young master Jiang had specially styled his hair and put on a suit today, making him look more mature.

Upon seeing Shen Jingni, he narcissistically tossed his hair and said, "How about it, Jingni, don't I look handsome today?"

The two have known each other for several years.

Shen Jingni knew what he was like on a normal day—a roguish young master, it was rare for him to be dressed so formally.

She asked suspiciously, "Are you going on a blind date today?"

Jiang Zhan snorted arrogantly, "Do I need to go on blind dates? Don't look down on me."

Then he smiled meaningfully, "You'll find out soon enough."

Shen Jingni didn't think much of it and was too lazy to pay attention to him. After watching the dance for a while, she got up and went to the bathroom.

Song Yu looked at her phone while listening to Zhou Zhiyao and the others talking.

They were discussing Jiang Zhan's confession to Shen Jingni later.

"Confess?" Song Yu frowned and looked at Zhou Zhiyao. "You only told me to ask Miaomiao out, you didn't say that Young Master Jiang was going to confess today?"

Song Yu felt she had been deceived, and her face suddenly turned cold.

Zhou Zhiyao squatted down in front of her and said kindly, "It's not a bad thing. Jiang Zhan has always liked Shen Jingni. If they get together, it will be a happy event."

"Also, Shen Jingni has offended that person from the Zhao family. Who knows, the Shen family might cease to exist one day. Jiang Zhan's confession at this critical juncture is enough to prove that he is sincere."

The younger members of the industry had heard Qin Muhuan mention that Shen Jingni had offended Zhao Zonglan.

That's a tyrant; Shen Jingni is definitely going to suffer.

At a time like this, it's already quite remarkable that Jiang Zhan is willing to protect her.

Song Yu was somewhat swayed by his words.

Zhou Zhiyao is right.

We really should find Miaomiao some shelter.

The Jiang family is a good choice.

But if Zhao Zonglan really wanted to investigate, how could the Jiang family possibly protect her?

Previously, because of the Wangjinglou incident, Song Yu felt somewhat guilty towards Shen Jingni. If it weren't for Shen Jingni's inaccurate information, Miaomiao wouldn't have offended Zhao Zonglan.

Even if she is being confessed to, she should have the right to know.

Thinking of this, Song Yu took out her phone and sent a text message to Shen Jingni.

[Miaomiao, Jiang Zhan is going to confess his feelings to you later.]

Shen Jingni received the text message just after coming out of the restroom.

What?

Jiang Zhan dressed so formally today, was it to confess his feelings to her?

Although Shen Jingni has never lacked suitors since childhood, she doesn't have the courage to face those incredibly awkward confession scenes, which would instantly turn her into a socially anxious person and make her feel uncomfortable all over.

Moreover, this is happening in a place like Fenghua Palace.

If she's not careful, she'll be in the entertainment news tomorrow.

Shen Jingni decided to run away.

But as soon as she stepped into the lobby, she saw Jiang Zhan and a friend coming from around the corner, seemingly looking for her.

The next second, her phone rang.

Jiang Zhan called, but Shen Jingni didn't answer and simply turned off her phone.

Seeing that the two were about to come over, she simply squatted down and hid behind a huge white porcelain vase that was more than a meter tall.

The vase contained a large stalk of Kalanchoe blossfeldiana with many branches and leaves. Because of her petite frame, she probably wouldn't have noticed it unless she looked closely.

She hid for who knows how long, so long that her legs went numb, before Shen Jingni finally peeked out.

Jiang Zhan was nowhere to be seen.

But then I saw...

Zhao Zonglan?!

He was tall and upright, wearing a long black overcoat over a suit jacket of the same color, his tie was tied neatly and formally, and his legs, encased in suit trousers, were long and powerful.

Behind him followed several middle-aged entrepreneurs.

Someone seemed to be trying to talk to him, but he just kept his eyes down, smoking, his face cold and aloof, not even giving them a glance.

Shen Jingni was so nervous that she wanted to curl up into a ball.

For some reason, she didn't want Zhao Zonglan to see her in such a disheveled state.

Which wealthy heiress would sneak around hiding behind a vase?

It's a bit embarrassing.

She kept repeating to herself: You can't see me, you can't see me...

But sometimes, what you fear most is what comes to pass.

"Miss Shen."

Chang Anwen's calm and even voice rang out above Shen Jingni's head.

Shen Jingni lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and said in a high-pitched voice, "You've mistaken me for someone else. My surname isn't Shen."

Chang An sighed silently and reminded her, "The master is here."

Shen Jingni: "..."

She reluctantly lowered her hand from her face and shifted her body to the side.

A moment later, the man's shiny black leather shoes came into view.

"Get up." His voice was low and unreadable.

Shen Jingni was mortified and could only grit her teeth and look up, only to see Zhao Zonglan looking at her indifferently.

He lives in a high-rise building, has long been a part of the world of fame and fortune, and possesses an innate air of nobility and the demeanor of someone in a position of power.

Looking down at her from above, the pressure was truly unbearable.

With a pained expression, Shen Jingni leaned against the wall behind her and slowly stood up.

But her legs went numb from squatting for too long, and she was wearing high heels. When she stood up, she stumbled and lost her balance, falling straight into the man's arms.

Zhao Zonglan instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

The wooden incense he wore smelled really nice.

It is crisp and mysterious, with an alluring finish.

She was 165 cm tall, and even in high heels, she only reached his chest.

This man is not only handsome, but also has an amazing physique.

It feels so comfortable to hug.

Shen Jingni boldly harbored lustful thoughts again.

I wish he could warm her bed.

Clutching the expensive suit, she buried her face in his chest and mumbled an explanation: "My legs are numb."

Zhao Zonglan remained silent.

Shen Jingni was about to step out of his arms when she caught a glimpse of a number of people standing behind him.

They were all powerful figures in Beijing's elite circles, and some of them might even know her.

Help! This is so embarrassing!

Suddenly, she leaned closer to him and used one hand to pull his coat to cover her face.

Oh, so she does know what shame is.

A hint of amusement flashed across Zhao Zonglan's eyes.

He glanced at Chang An and said, "Tell them to wait for me in the private room."

Chang An nodded and led the entrepreneurs away.

Seeing this scene, those people must have been surprised. Everyone said that Mr. Zhao was not interested in women, but the one in his arms was clearly a delicate beauty.

It's a pity we didn't get to see its true appearance.

But regrettable as it may be, they are all smart people, and no one dared to say anything more, much less talk about it outside.

Only after everyone had left did Shen Jingni loosen her grip on Zhao Zonglan's coat.

But the person didn't move.

"Haven't you hugged me enough?" His voice was cold as he gripped her waist with his large hand and pressed down lightly through her clothes.

Shen Jingni's waist trembled, and her body went even weaker.

She tilted her head up from his embrace, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with tears, looking aggrieved. "Mr. Zhao, why are you bullying me?"