Chapter 99 My precious child is pure of heart and unaware of the dangers of the world.

Shen Jingni felt that the terms and conditions were a bit unfair.

She struggled and pushed him away, her tone full of resistance: "No, I won't choose."

In situations like this, only children make silly choices; adults have their own options.

Although he expected her not to be so obedient, Zhao Zonglan's gaze still darkened when he heard the words "not choose".

"Shen Miaomiao, I'm discussing this with you now."

His voice was indifferent, carrying the arrogance and domineering air of someone in a superior position.

He said he didn't respect her during their previous argument, so now he's trying to discuss things with her and waiting for her answer.

But if she doesn't agree, then we'll have to do it his way.

Zhao Zonglan has always been this way.

She must be under his control so that no matter what happens, he can protect her.

Shen Jingni found his handsome face cold and indifferent, looking rather aloof, and found him very annoying.

She leaned closer and bit him angrily.

Through the soft, dark gray shirt, I accidentally bit the spot on her chest.

"Hiss~" Zhao Zonglan took a deep breath and frowned.

He gripped her chin, applying pressure with his thumb and forefinger, his gaze sharp. "You've grown quite capable."

It dares to bite anywhere.

At this moment, Shen Jingni was not afraid of him at all. On the contrary, she felt a little smug when she heard him cry out in pain.

"snort."

His arrogant snort sounded exactly like a provocation.

Zhao Zonglan stopped indulging her.

He bit her lip rather gently, holding her tightly in his arms. No matter how much she struggled, he was always at ease, conquering her completely.

He even pretended to be a gentleman, asking her, "What position would you like to use today, hmm?"

Shen Jingni was breathless from his kisses, her eyes shimmering as if she was about to cry. Her chest heaved as she desperately tried to breathe.

"I don't want to..."

"Then let's use them all."

The tyrant didn't give her the right to refuse.

Guangzhou, a city with a history of over two thousand years, is known as Liwan, where "a stream flows green and lychees ripen red on both banks," and the essence of Lingnan culture is concentrated here.

At night, the waters of Lizhi Bay ripple gently, and on Shamian Island, ancient camphor trees shelter the European-style buildings, adding a touch of exotic romance.

The room was dimly lit, with only a small orange lamp on.

Shen Jingni leaned against the cold wall, but didn't feel cold at all. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her legs were kicking.

A comfortable pant escaped Zhao Zonglan's throat.

Then...

She lay on the bed, her soft voice trembling with tears, calling out to him, "*, *..."

His large, strong hand gripped her chin, forcing her to endure his kiss. His voice was low and husky as he soothed her, "Sweetie, don't be naughty."

The minute hand of the clock has completed another revolution.

Shen Jingni tried to run, and crawled forward two steps with difficulty.

He simply looked down calmly, still composed, a hint of amusement flashing in his unfathomable eyes.

The little rabbit was quickly caught and taken back.

With a cry, she burst into tears again.

Zhao Zonglan's voice was hoarse, and he said in a casual tone, "Behave yourself, good boy."

...

Song Qiyu is still taking care of Qin Muhuan.

After applying ice, I applied medicine to her.

Miss Qin is not easy to please; she will scold people if things don't go her way at the slightest provocation.

"Song Xiaoer, how could you be so stupid? Don't put the medicine in my mouth."

Song Qiyu half-squatted in front of her, looking at her injury, his hand holding the cotton swab still trembling slightly.

He apologized repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Then, he looked up at her, his voice tense, and asked very softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"nonsense."

Qin Muhuan glared at him irritably, "I'll slap you, and you'll see if it hurts."

Song Qiyu smiled, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his face.

He locked his gaze into her eyes, his look deep and serious: "I'll call you."

Qin Muhuan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and quickly turned her face away and broke free from his hand: "I don't want to fight today."

Song Qiyu laughed.

Sure enough, Can Can felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to hit him.

"Then I'll save it for you."

"Hmph, I don't care."

"I like it."

...

After coaxing Qin Muhuan to sleep, Song Qiyu went out again.

He went to the police station.

He vented his anger once again.

The guy was beaten so badly he couldn't even get up; he was completely crippled.

People in the industry often say that of the two Song brothers, Song Yanting is a gentle and refined young nobleman, gentle and steady; while the second young master of the Song family has been immersed in the hustle and bustle of a life of luxury since he was a baby, neglecting his studies and no different from a spoiled brat.

But how could someone born into such a family truly live a carefree life?

In some ways, Song Qiyu was more ruthless than Song Yanting.

He is a person who never looks back before acting, a lesson he learned from Song Yanting.

——

Nie Yunhui didn't see Zhao Zonglan until the next morning.

As always, Zhao Zonglan wore a black shirt and trousers. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and exuded a calm and aloof demeanor. The collar of his shirt was slightly open, and the ambiguous kiss marks on his neck could be vaguely seen.

Nie Yunhui understood.

It seems that even Mr. Zhao cannot escape the allure of worldly pleasures.

He personally poured tea for Zhao Zonglan, took the cigar handed to him by his assistant, held it between his fingers, and chatted about what happened yesterday.

"Those two were local fabric suppliers who had some personal connections with the restaurant owner. They secretly renovated the private rooms, and those places were used specifically to prey on naive young girls."

"They frequent various fashion shows in Guangdong and have connections. Some modeling agencies often turn a blind eye to this for their own benefit, and even actively send people there. It's just a pity for those young girls."

Although he said that, his tone and eyes didn't really reveal any pity.

Nie Yunhui had seen many such despicable things.

In his line of work, there are even darker and dirtier things. Society can't be without scum; it's impossible to control it all, and we can't pity everyone.

Zhao Zonglan had even less interest in listening to these things.

As long as he's alright, that's fine.

He picked up his teacup, opened his eyes to look at Nie Yunhui, and said thank you in a detached voice.

Nie Yunhui smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. It's my pleasure."

He's a straightforward and easygoing person. He quickly changed the subject and got down to business: "The reason I invited Mr. Zhao here today is actually to discuss a business deal with you."

Zhao Zonglan took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows slightly, and gestured for him to continue.

Nie Yunhui didn't mince words: "Thailand's tourism industry is booming, and it's pushing for the legalization of offline casinos. I plan to develop a resort there that includes a casino, hotel, shopping mall, and entertainment."

"You know, I'm a gambler, and I want to bet on the future market."

"I wonder if Mr. Zhao would be interested?"

He wanted to replicate the Las Vegas model, but he faced financial difficulties.

Zhao Zonglan put down his teacup, lowered his eyes, and leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed expression. "I'm sorry, Jingyao currently has no plans to get involved in gambling."

Nie Yunhui sighed, "Alas, that's a real shame."

"However, I can give you 20% of the investment, through a private account, with no regard for profit or loss."

Zhao Zonglan flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette, his expression aloof: "But there are conditions."

Nie Yunhui: "Mr. Zhao, please speak."

Based solely on the phrase "profit or loss is irrelevant," he would certainly do his utmost to fulfill any request, unless it involved murder or arson.

Zhao Zonglan took a slow drag on his cigarette, his voice calm: "My darling is pure of heart and unaware of the dangers of the world. If she ever goes to Hong Kong or Macau, please take good care of her."

For a top capitalist like Zhao Zonglan, there is never just one plan for doing things.

If Shen Jingni ultimately disagrees with him following her, he can't really force her.

Besides, there will be times when he can't get away from it.

Therefore, Zhao Zonglan must protect her within his control.

Nie Yunhui was stunned.

He could hardly believe his ears.

Is this still the same cold-hearted and heartless Mr. Zhao?