Chapter 85 I Don't Like Zhao Zonglan

When Song Yanting came in, he saw Zhao Zonglan smoking with a gloomy face, looking very unhappy.

It's obvious.

Only Miss Shen could so easily stir up Zhao Zonglan's emotions.

He strolled over and asked, seemingly with concern, "Did you break up?"

"Sigh, I can understand it, Miss Shen is so young and beautiful, and she has no shortage of suitors. You are ten years older than her..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zonglan opened his eyes and gave him a cold look.

Song Yanting's voice abruptly stopped.

Well, this time he's really angry.

He can't afford to add fuel to the fire.

It's a real shame that I didn't get to return the favor after what I said last time.

Song Yanting poured Zhao Zonglan a glass of wine and sighed, "I understand you, heartbroken man."

Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Tang Shu brought over two boxes of fine tea and casually asked, "Who's heartbroken?"

But he wasn't as naive as Rong Heng.

Upon noticing Zhao Zonglan's displeasure, he immediately changed his tune and looked at Song Yanting, "Uh, I was just asking why Qiyu didn't come?"

Song Yanting sat down on the sofa opposite Zhao Zonglan. "I sent him to the joint corporate annual dinner."

Tang Shu asked in confusion, "Isn't that something only small and medium-sized enterprises in Beijing participate in? Why are you sending him there?"

Song Yanting chuckled softly, his voice gentle, "It's always good for him to make more friends and show his face."

Every year, Beijing hosts a collective event for small and medium-sized enterprises, organized by the Chamber of Commerce.

The main goal is to consolidate local business connections and strengthen business cooperation networks in order to promote win-win challenges and seek common development.

Shen Jingni also received an invitation.

She wore a long dress today because of a knee injury.

A red and black strapless maxi dress with pearls and rhinestones at the neckline. The vintage French velvet overlay accentuates the slender waist, while the skirt is made of shimmering tulle with countless layers of texture. Hand-sewn roses sway and bloom with the skirt.

Elegant and charming.

This dress has a very Mary Sue-ish name: "Dark Night Rose".

Shen Jingni wore light makeup, styled her hair, and wore a small crown. As soon as she appeared, she naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Song Qiyu saw her almost immediately.

He declined the drink offered by the young CEO and strode over, saying, "Sister-in-law, what a coincidence."

Shen Jingni was surprised to see Song Qiyu there. "Why are you here?"

Tonghe Group couldn't be invited to such a small annual meeting.

Song Qiyu smiled helplessly, "My brother insisted that I come, saying that I could learn something by communicating more with small and medium-sized entrepreneurs."

Qin Muhuan is very unhappy today.

She dressed up meticulously and spent the whole afternoon doing her makeup and hair, but as soon as Shen Jingni came out, she was overshadowed.

A princess cannot easily admit defeat.

She lifted her skirt, shone in her high heels, and came over menacingly, not caring whether Shen Jingni was with anyone, and said angrily, "Shen Miaomiao, are you doing this on purpose?"

"You deliberately waited until everyone was tired of seeing me before you showed up! How cunning!"

Shen Jingni curled her lips and sneered disdainfully, "With my qualifications, do I need to?"

Qin Muhuan was even angrier.

Although Shen Jingni was prettier than her, she would never admit it.

"What are your criteria? I was the one who first fell in love with this dress. My taste is the best."

"Tsk tsk, wearing a little crown, what an eye-catching bag!"

Shen Jingni didn't want to argue with her in public, so she gave in: "Yes, yes, your taste is the best."

Qin Muhuan stomped her foot, still protesting: "You're just giving me the runaround~"

Shen Jingni mimicked her, "So what do you want to do?"

"Yue, disgusting."

Qin Muhuan glared at her disdainfully, then turned and walked away haughtily.

Song Qiyu stared at Qin Muhuan's back for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Sister-in-law, is that your friend?"

Shen Jingni: "...I guess so."

Both enemy and friend.

Song Qiyu stared intently, a silly, dazed smile playing on his lips.

"She's so interesting and cute."

Shen Jingni: "Huh?"

Before Shen Jingni could recover, Song Qiyu had already headed towards Qin Muhuan's direction.

Actually, it's pretty good.

Shen Jingni thought to herself.

If they get together, then Qin Muhuan will have to call her sister-in-law, just like Song Qiyu did, hehe.

What are you grinning about here for?

A casual, clear voice came from behind.

Shen Jingni was so startled that she almost lost her balance.

After seeing who it was, she clenched her fist and punched him hard: "Are you crazy, Jiang Zhan? Why are you scaring me?"

"You're such a coward."

Jiang Zhan stood there motionless, letting her hit him twice, then put one hand in his suit trouser pocket, a smile playing on his lips, "It's not easy to see you these days, Shen Miaomiao."

Shen Jingni retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't I been in the capital the whole time?"

Jiang Zhan smiled faintly and remained silent.

He returned from Hong Kong a few days ago and heard about Shen Jingni and Zhao Zonglan.

I was going to find her to get to the bottom of things, but I heard that she went to the United States.

Jiang Zhan didn't believe that someone like Zhao Zonglan could truly love anyone.

Moreover, he knew Shen Jingni well; she had always been carefree and thoughtless since childhood.

A fairy cannot easily be moved by mortal desires.

Now that I have the opportunity, I want to ask him in person.

If she and Zhao Zonglan are mutually in love, he will give them his blessings.

Jiang Zhan isn't someone who can't afford to lose.

If not, that would be best.

Jiang Zhan raised his chin at Shen Jingni, still looking nonchalant, "Let's go to the back garden for some fresh air, and by the way, I have a question for you."

Since Shen Jingni had nothing else to do, she went along.

The banquet was bustling and lively, with young entrepreneurs chatting happily, when suddenly the banquet hall doors were opened. Upon seeing who had entered, the entire banquet hall instantly quieted down.

Zhao Zonglan wore a crisp black suit, exuding an air of nobility. His handsome face was as cool and aloof as the moon, his eyes calm and unwavering. His gaze swept across the room as if searching for someone.

The head of the chamber of commerce rushed over, "Mr. Zhao, what brings you here?"

Zhao Zonglan was not in the mood to deal with him.

Chang An said to the person in charge in a gentle tone, "Our gentleman is just taking a stroll. You go ahead with your work."

Despite saying that, the person in charge dared not leave.

He could only follow at a distance, not too close and not too far, for fear of offending this gentleman.

Upon seeing Zhao Zonglan, Song Qiyu immediately jogged over. "Fifth Brother, are you here to see your wife?"

Zhao Zonglan did not deny it, his tone cold: "Where is she?"

"I just saw my sister-in-law go to the backyard."

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The lights pierced through the thick darkness of the night, and the hustle and bustle of the banquet in the front hall could be faintly heard. A faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted through the garden, and it was a bit chilly.

Shen Jingni wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.

This was bought for her by Zhao Zonglan in San Francisco; he bought several of them.

"What do you want to ask? Go ahead and ask."

Her knees were a bit uncomfortable, so she just stood there and refused to move.

Jiang Zhan turned around, leaned closer to her, and said, "Then you have to answer me honestly."

"Yes, I'll try my best."

That depends on what you're asking.

If it's a question about bank card balance, you definitely can't answer honestly.

Under the cover of night, Jiang Zhan gazed at her tenderly, "Do you like Zhao Zonglan?"

like?

Shen Jingni didn't know what she really felt for Zhao Zonglan.

She has never liked anyone.

I don't know what it feels like.

In addition, they had recently argued and were giving each other the cold shoulder, and she was still sulking, thinking that Zhao Zonglan was a nasty person and that she didn't want to like him.

Shen Jingni met his eyes openly and said in a sweet voice, "I don't like Zhao Zonglan."

Jiang Zhan smiled.

This scene was too jarring.

Zhao Zonglan stood under the eaves, his tall figure hidden in the night.

His eyes were dark and gloomy, and his heart felt like it was being twisted by a sharp weapon, both sour and painful.

Don't you like it?

A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

It's okay if you don't like it.

Children will always have rebellious moments.

He has plenty of patience and methods to keep people by his side, day and night, year after year.

Or, just lock her up.

You'll like it eventually.

Chang An noticed that her husband's mood was off.

That's not right.

He moved his lips, about to speak, when he saw Zhao Zonglan already striding towards Shen Jingni with his long legs.

Shen Jingni was surprised that Zhao Zonglan would suddenly come. "Why are you here..."

Before she could finish speaking, he picked her up.

A snow-white, fluffy shawl fell to the ground.

"Ah, put me down!"

She spoke in a coquettish voice, her legs kicking restlessly, puffing out her cheeks, "Zhao Zonglan, where are you taking me? The banquet isn't over yet."

Zhao Zonglan looked down at her; her dark eyes were calm, yet subtly revealed a terrifying madness.

His voice was deep and cold, “If you don’t want me to kill you later, you’d better behave.”