Chapter 93 Darling, I'm teaching you right now

She turned to him and, being very tactful, coaxed him in a sweet, soft voice: "Of course, liking something can be a meal in itself."

Then, not forgetting to pamper himself, he said, "I would like it even more if I could have some more wine."

Zhao Zonglan naturally wouldn't let her drink alcohol.

He pinched her cheek and reminded her in a deep voice, "Don't be greedy."

"oh."

Shen Jingni stopped being greedy and started eating obediently.

The tyrant was in a good mood, so she couldn't push her luck.

Shen Jingni had a small appetite to begin with, and she quickly finished eating and drinking. She then lingered and asked Zhao Zonglan to carry her back to her room to rest.

Even when she goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she insists on being carried.

It's not that I'm being dramatic, it's just that my back and legs are sore and I don't want to walk

Zhao Zonglan let her have her way.

Squeeze toothpaste, pour water... and tell her a little story to lull her to sleep.

I did everything I would never have done before today.

After her antics, Zhao Zonglan was no longer sleepy.

After Shen Jingni fell asleep, he went to the study.

at the same time.

Song Yanting, who was enjoying some alone time with Wen Shuyi in the apartment, was called back to the Song family's old residence.

Song Yanting's mother, Fang Songzhi, is ill.

She was already in poor health, and because of her anger towards Song Yanting, she refused to see a doctor or take medicine, thus torturing herself and everyone else.

When Song Yanting entered, he saw Fang Songzhi leaning weakly against the headboard, her face pale.

The father, Song Bingwei, sat on the sofa, looking anxious.

Song Qiyu, standing beside her, earnestly urged her to take her medicine: "Mother, why are you doing this to yourself? It's been six years already."

"People say it's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage. Haven't you caused enough trouble after all this time?"

"Sister Shuyi has been following my brother for six years without any official status or title. What do you want from her to be satisfied?"

Song Qiyu became increasingly angry as he spoke.

He had never seen any parents so stubborn and heartless, driving someone to the brink of despair.

Fang Songzhi suddenly coughed, her eyes filled with anger, "Get out of here... cough cough cough..."

Song Qiyu frowned, wanting to say something more, but was stopped by Song Yanting.

His voice was gentle. "Go back to your room and rest."

Song Qiyu agreed, and then said, "Brother, you should try to persuade her; she hasn't taken her medicine for three days."

"Um."

Song Yanting walked up to Fang Songzhi, his tone still as gentle as ever, but his words were cold: "Are you trying to force me to my death?"

Fang Songzhi turned her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on him, "I forced you to your death?"

"Song Yanting, don't forget your place. You are the head of the Song family. How can you expect outsiders to talk about you when you're crammed into a tiny, run-down apartment with that woman every day?"

She was so angry that she was trembling all over and her breathing was labored. "It was you! You wanted to drive me and your father to our deaths!"

Song Yanting just smiled lightly, not taking it to heart. "Is status that important? Why can't I live in a small apartment?"

"However, you probably won't understand, because you've always considered yourselves superior and regarded human life as worthless."

Fang Songzhi was so angry with him that she started coughing again.

Song Bingwei, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up and stopped him, saying, "Yanting, don't talk to your mother like that."

The smile on Song Yanting's face was gone.

He turned to look at Song Bingwei, his gaze icy: "You are the least qualified to speak here, Song Bingwei."

Song Bingwei guiltily looked away, lowered his head, and slowly sat down again, no longer uttering a sound.

The atmosphere inside the room plummeted to freezing point.

Fang Songzhi was emotional, "That woman deliberately approached you back then, only because she wanted your money and power, and wanted to climb up by stepping on you. Your father did what he did for your own good!"

"For my own good?" Song Yanting sneered, questioning her, "For my own good, does it mean ruining the legs of the person I love?"

“Nobody wanted to ruin her!” Fang Songzhi lay on her side, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, her eyes red: “It was an accident.”

Song Bingwei originally intended to have someone stage a car accident.

The purpose was to scare Wen Shuyi and make her leave the capital on her own.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shuyi crashed into another car while trying to avoid it, and her leg was injured.

However, even if Song Bingwei's original intention was not to injure Wen Shuyi, Wen Shuyi's leg was indeed ruined because of him, so he is not innocent.

Song Bingwei also felt guilty, so much so that in the past few years, he has not interfered in the matter between Song Yanting and Wen Shuyi, neither opposing nor agreeing to it.

Song Yanting laughed weakly, "Ha, you ruined her, ruined her future, and now you're telling me it was an accident?"

“Mother, I know she had ulterior motives when she approached me. Your son is not that foolish. I brought her to the capital, and I have always been unwilling to let go. Why are you making things difficult for her?”

"I often wonder why I wasn't the one who suffered the accident. If it were me, would you all be so nonchalant?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Fang Songzhi was clearly agitated and almost lost her temper. "Song Yanting, our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents. If you dare to threaten me with this, then we'll die together!"

Song Yanting knew Fang Songzhi very well.

She has a stubborn and extreme personality; if she dares to say it, she will definitely dare to do it.

He regained his usual gentle and refined demeanor, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, and handed it to Fang Songzhi. "Don't worry, I still have many things to do, I won't die."

"Please take good care of yourself. If anything happens to you, no one can stop me from marrying Wen Shuyi."

These words were full of sarcasm and were meant to provoke her.

Let her live well, so that we have the strength to stop it.

Otherwise, there would indeed be no one in the Song family who could stop Song Yanting now.

Fang Songzhi didn't say anything more. She took the medicine he handed her and drank it all down in big gulps.

Traditional Chinese medicine is very bitter.

But being confined to the inner courtyard of this grand mansion is no less painful.

——

Shen Jingni slept until noon.

I received a message from Chuyou: "Boss, are you going to that show in Guangzhou this weekend? If you are, I'll book your flight and hotel."

After replying to the message, Shen Jingni put on her slippers and went to the study to find Zhao Zonglan.

At this moment, Zhao Zonglan was standing by the window, one hand in his trouser pocket, listening to the phone.

She tiptoed in and saw a dozen or so books piled on the desk. She simply sat down in his chair and, bored, began browsing the titles of the books.

Thinking, Fast and Slow, The Art of Consultative Selling, Creative Adhesion...

They were all books about entrepreneurship, marketing, and business thinking. Just looking at the titles, Shen Jingni had absolutely no interest in them.

After finishing his call, Zhao Zonglan came over, his voice calm, "Take these books back with you."

"Huh?" Shen Jingni pointed to herself with her index finger, unwilling to believe her ears. "Me?"

The thing that academically weak students hate most is reading.

Why are you still forcing me to read books?

"I don't want to."

She couldn't possibly understand; this was just making things difficult for her.

Zhao Zonglan placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, bent down, and encircled her.

His eyes were deep, and his tone was somewhat helpless. "Shen Miaomiao, I thought you wanted to make something of yourself."

Shen Jingni slapped his hand and pouted, "What do you mean you think? I wanted to all along."

Zhao Zonglan patiently explained to her, "Creating a high-end brand is not as simple as you think, or rather, with your current abilities, it is far from enough."

He realized during their last argument that she was too naive and lacked mature business acumen. Such a naive girl is the easiest target for the market.

"Brand design and quality are important, but management and operation are equally important."

"So, you need to learn."

Shen Jingni looked at him ingratiatingly, grabbed his hand and said coquettishly, "Then can't you just teach me directly?"

"I don't want to read."

Zhao Zonglan's dark eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was deep: "Baby, I'm teaching you right now."