Chapter 1 I'd rather date my brother.
After receiving Song Yu's call, Shen Jingni came directly to Wangjinglou.
Looking up, this ancient-style tower-like building soars into the clouds, silently overlooking the myriad lights of Beijing.
Because of the arrival of distinguished guests today, Wangjing Tower is not open to the public. A group of plainclothes bodyguards in suits are standing on the stone steps of the main gate.
Lanterns hang high on the eaves of the pavilions, their lights shining brightly.
Several luxury cars were parked in the square, and judging from their license plates, they belonged to both the business and political circles.
Shen Jingni glanced at the beautiful hostesses at the entrance before saying to Song Yu on the other end of the phone, "This is quite a grand affair. Are you sure Zhao Siyuan will really come?"
It's quite a spectacle that a young master who was sent to Shanghai and had no real power could attract so many people.
Song Yu: "He should come. I heard from my cousin that Zhao Siyuan has this scheduled activity today."
Then, she added with concern, "Don't underestimate him. After all, he has the Zhao family's backing, and many people are eager to curry favor with him."
Shen Jingni didn't know much about the Zhao family.
Although both families lived in the capital, the Shen and Zhao families were not of the same social class, and she rarely saw anyone with the surname Zhao in her social circle.
I've only heard that the Zhao family is incredibly wealthy, unlike ordinary wealthy families; they are a true century-old family with immense influence in both political and business circles...
But she wasn't interested in any of that; she just wanted to get her hands on that batch of Song brocade as soon as possible.
Shen Jingni is 22 years old this year. After graduating from university, she used the start-up capital given by her family to start a wedding dress brand. From the bride's departure dress, the main wedding dress to the toast dress, as well as the phoenix crown and hair accessories, they are all custom-made, combining Chinese and Western styles. She is doing business in the upper-class circle, so the prices are naturally high.
There are very few Song brocade products circulating in the domestic market at present, and Shen Jingni is doing this unique business.
But this time, luck was against them; they encountered a man who didn't play by the rules.
She rushed to Suzhou, but the Song brocade listed in the auction catalog was nowhere to be found. She asked the organizers and learned that it had already been bought by Zhao Siyuan.
The Zhao family wanted it, and no one dared to refuse. That was the organizer's response.
Shen Jingni had a headache over this for several days.
Her designers are waiting to start work; if these wedding dresses aren't completed on time, she will face huge penalties for breach of contract.
Song Yu advised her over the phone: "I've inquired about him. Although Zhao Siyuan is decent-looking, he's a womanizer. Maybe you shouldn't go."
"It's just a penalty for breach of contract. As long as you ask, your dad and brother will definitely help you out."
"That won't work."
Shen Jingni couldn't do it.
Her family didn't support her starting a business in the first place. Besides, her brand had only just started, and if she breached the contract now, her reputation would definitely suffer.
After all, this circle is only so big.
In business, integrity is paramount.
As a longtime friend, Song Yu knew she was strong-willed: "I was worried you'd get taken advantage of. Oh well, I'll call Zhou Zhiyao and have him find someone to take you in."
Shen Jingni is not one to suffer in silence; she knows her limits.
Since they dared to come, they must have a way to deal with it.
The Zhou family had a good relationship with a high-ranking member of Wangjinglou. Zhou Zhiyao was pursuing Song Yu, so he naturally listened to her every word and had someone take Shen Jingni in through the side door.
The tallest ancient building in Beijing has an understated yet luxurious interior.
Shen Jingni changed into a light blue brocade cheongsam, a typical style for waitresses. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, and she carried a white porcelain wine bottle in her hand, easily blending into the crowd.
Upon entering the private room, separated by a carved wooden screen, she heard a department head surnamed Yuan giving instructions.
"Mr. Zhao is resting upstairs. Tell your men to be careful and not to go to the seventeenth floor. If they disturb that gentleman, neither of us will be in good shape."
"Understood, don't worry, I've already given the instructions." The person who replied was Lu Wengao, the manager of Wangjinglou.
They are all smooth talkers and know how to handle things properly.
Seventeenth floor?
Shen Jingni's glassy eyes darted around, and she forcefully suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth.
It came to me without any effort at all.
She had been to Wangjing Tower before and was quite familiar with its layout, but she had never been to the seventeenth floor.
It is said that it was specially used to receive a distinguished guest.
Fortunately, there were no guards at the entrance, so the journey was relatively smooth.
This building is so wide that the corridors seem to stretch on forever.
A gilded plaque reads "Restroom" on the carved wooden door in the middle of the corridor.
Shen Jingni took a deep breath and gripped the doorknob.
The door wasn't locked, and it was easily pushed open.
The room was dimly lit, with only the horn lamp on the mahogany table lit.
She looked up and saw a tall, handsome man standing by the window, smoking.
He was very tall, about 1.9 meters, wearing a bespoke black suit with tailored trousers that accentuated his long legs, and black leather shoes. He exuded an air of restrained elegance and nobility.
Perhaps hearing the door open, the man slowly turned around.
Smoke drifted slowly between his slender fingers, dispersing before his handsome face with its superior bone structure, blurring his deep, cool eyes.
He slowly raised his hand to take a drag of his cigarette, glanced at the uninvited guest at the door, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and his chiseled profile revealed a cold and stern look in the light.
This man has an incredibly strong presence.
Shen Jingni felt a little nervous under his sharp, scrutinizing gaze.
She calmly closed the door, walked towards him, her beautiful eyes looking directly at him, and said in a poised and generous tone, "Mr. Zhao Siyuan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."
"It's not easy to see you, and I have no other choice."
There was no deliberate flattery; the voice was naturally soft and gentle, like a folk song from Jiangnan, with a soft and gentle ending note.
The girl had very fair skin, like porcelain and jade. Her cheongsam accentuated her graceful figure, her slender waist seemed too delicate to be grasped, and her bright eyes sparkled.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest appearing in his otherwise calm eyes.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shen Jingni took a few steps forward and simply asked, "Can you sell me that batch of Song brocade you have?"
The pampered young lady, from childhood to adulthood, has always asked for whatever she wants without any scruples.
Her eyes were clear, her amber pupils as bright as the moon, and when she looked up at him, her beautiful neck was long and flawless.
Zhao Zonglan sat on the leather sofa next to him, his long legs lazily crossed. He flicked the ash from his cigarette with his fingers before casually raising his eyes, his voice low and cold: "Song Jin?"
Shen Jingni never expected that the man in front of her was not only handsome, but also had such a deep and sexy voice.
Song Yu has a serious problem with her aesthetic sense.
Is this top-notch appearance considered "okay"?
It's clearly very good.
Even if such a person is lustful, they have the means to achieve it.
She certainly wouldn't mind giving it a try.
"Yes, it's the batch of Song brocade from the Suzhou silk auction."
Shen Jingni smiled slightly, her face bright and beautiful. Her peach blossom eyes curved slightly, and her slender hands tugged at the man's tie, boldly closing the distance between them. For a moment, their breaths could be felt.
Despite being a seductive vixen, her eyes remained impossibly pure, and her voice was soft and sweet: "If you agree, the price is negotiable."
"Of course, Mr. Zhao can add some other conditions."
She spoke those last words softly, a pure, alluring smile playing on her unadorned, clean face.
The man in front of her kept a cold face and indifferent eyes, as calm as if he were watching a theatrical performance.
A sense of frustration rose in Shen Jingni's heart.
Wasn't Zhao Siyuan supposed to be a womanizer?
Even after all that, he remained unmoved. He's really difficult to deal with.
Zhao Zonglan took in her dejected mood.
Over the years, he has met too many women with impure intentions, all of whom are too bland and uninteresting.
But what's in front of me...
The man gripped the girl's chin with the hand holding the cigarette, his grip forceful and domineering.
He leaned forward, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said casually, "Want to negotiate with me?"
It has been a long time since anyone dared to negotiate with him.
That's quite unusual.
The cigarette in his hand was very close to her face.
The crimson heat made her afraid to move. The bluish-gray smoke swirled around her nose, causing Shen Jingni to choke. Her delicate brows furrowed in discomfort, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
But in the next instant, she was like a seductive enchantress, sitting on the man's lap.
The stiff fabric of his trousers clung tightly to his satin cheongsam, his leg muscles taut, like a wild beast lurking beneath a refined exterior, ready to break free at any moment.
Shen Jingni clung to his shoulders with both hands, her voice sweet and intoxicating, "What conditions are we talking about?"
She met those dark eyes without fear, and smiled slightly, "I'd rather date my brother."
Reading Guide:
A wealthy heiress x an emperor, a micro-group portrait of the Beijing elite, both protagonists are virgins, a sweet Mary Sue story, with absolutely no melodramatic or abusive female characters;
The female lead is a sunny and cheerful heiress from a wealthy family; she is portrayed as the most beautiful and charming woman in the entire book.
The male lead and his friends are not good people in the traditional sense; the male lead smokes, so if you can't accept that, you don't need to continue reading.
Note: None of the characters in this book have any real-life prototypes.
May all the fairies reading this article become very wealthy.
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