Chapter 112 My love is only for you, all of it is yours.
Zhao Zonglan went back to the old house to visit his grandmother.
In early February, the winter chill had not yet completely subsided. "Three inches of snow on the empty steps, a single lamp in the small pavilion," the thin snow weighed down the branches, and faintly, a few swollen buds could be seen.
After dinner, Shen Jingni sat in front of the fireplace in her pajamas and sent a message to Wen Shuyi.
They planned to go bungee jumping in Macau this weekend.
Wen Shuyi has been in a bad mood lately, so she went out to clear her head.
When Zhao Zonglan returned, Shen Jingni was sitting cross-legged on a single sofa, typing with her head down.
The flickering glow of the firelight cast a serene and warm light on her fair profile.
He stood at the door, took off his damp overcoat, and casually handed it to Chang An. Underneath the overcoat was still a sharply tailored black suit, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding a restrained and composed air.
Zhao Zonglan walked straight over, his fingertips still carrying a hint of chill, brushing the strands of hair across her cheek and tucking them behind her ear.
Shen Jingni subconsciously shrank her neck and muttered in a coquettish voice, "You have a chill in your body."
My hands were cold.
Zhao Zonglan pulled her into his arms, his voice tinged with weariness, "Then help me warm up."
Shen Jingni didn't struggle and just obediently let him hold her.
A moment later, she added, "I'm going to the Macau Tower with Sister Wen this weekend. We'll be back after two days."
It's unclear when it started, but they've gotten into the habit of reporting to each other, and Shen Jingni, who has always valued freedom, hasn't found anything wrong with it.
Zhao Zonglan said calmly, "Yes, I'll go with you."
Shen Jingni pushed him away, refusing decisively: "Since Sister Wen is with me, you don't need to go."
It was really inappropriate for Zhao Zonglan to go with the two girls when they went out to play.
And she noticed that he seemed to be very busy lately.
Zhao Zonglan looked down at her, his gaze falling on her clean and flawless face.
His expression was slightly cold, and his tone was frighteningly calm: "So, since someone else is with you, you won't choose me."
He's really heartless.
Unbeknownst to her, all this time, he had been constantly comforting and deceiving himself by saying, "Zhao Zonglan, I choose you."
Shen Jingni looked up and met his gaze, then frowned and explained, "No, this time the situation is different. Sister Wen is in a bad mood, so I definitely have to stay with her. It wouldn't be convenient for you to go."
Zhao Zonglan did not continue the topic.
He knelt down on one knee in front of her, his gaze calm. "Do you know why I went back to the old house today?"
Shen Jingni shook her head.
"My grandmother is seriously ill and doesn't have much time left."
Looking at her worried expression, he spoke slowly and in a low voice: "Her last wish was... to see me get married before she passed away."
Zhao Zonglan hadn't actually figured out how to tell her yet.
But because of a single sentence that told him not to accompany her, her rationality completely collapsed, and her body was controlled by her emotions.
That's what I said.
Shen Jingni opened her mouth, her eyes filled with confusion and panic, "So, you...you want to get married?"
Zhao Zonglan didn't answer, but instead threw her an even more difficult question: "I'm asking for your opinion, do you want to marry me?"
Shen Jingni did not want to.
Because she felt that she was still young and had only known Zhao Zonglan for a few months, and that they did not have a deep understanding of each other.
Moreover, marriage is about two people who deeply love each other spending the rest of their lives together, and her relationship with Zhao Zonglan could hardly be described as one of deep love.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhao Zonglan knew the answer.
Although it was expected, his heart still ached with a painful ache.
When you don't love someone, nothing matters.
But if you love someone, you have to take it seriously.
"Okay, I won't force you." He took another step back, his gaze fixed on her, his voice a little hoarse: "Then tell me, do you like me?"
Whether or not Zhao Zonglan gets married is not important to him now.
He couldn't possibly force her to marry just because of his grandmother's dying wish.
This is unfair to everyone.
He just wanted an answer.
Do you like it?
To be honest, Shen Jingni herself wasn't sure either.
Zhao Zonglan treated her very well, that much is certain, and they got along quite well, but she never thought about this issue.
Shen Jingni grew up surrounded by love.
So she would subconsciously be nice to Zhao Zonglan and provide him with emotional support, but is that what love is?
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her gaze darting away. "I'm sorry, I'm..."
“Shen Jingni”.
Zhao Zonglan interrupted her in a deep voice; he didn't want to hear the words "I don't like it" again.
The room was very quiet.
It was as if all I could hear was the sound of snow falling outside the window.
His gaze was intense, his dark pupils swirling with complex emotions. "Whatever your answer may be."
"In this life, my love is only for you, all of it."
In that instant, Shen Jingni's gaze no longer darted away, but instead she looked back at him in shock.
My heart was pounding uncontrollably, and my throat was dry.
She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, trying to process his overwhelming love.
It was at this moment that she realized that Zhao Zonglan's affection for her was not only physical, but also not a fleeting infatuation.
He loves her.
This was something she had never imagined.
It's something I dare not even think about.
Because he was Zhao Zonglan, who held a high position of power.
Zhao Zonglan stroked her chin, his fingertips gently caressing her cheek. "You don't need to answer me right away."
"I'll give you time to think about it, to consider whether you want to marry me, or..."
"Do you want to like me?"
Shen Jingni definitely needs time to digest and think things through.
She nodded slightly. "Okay."
Zhao Zonglan pressed down on the back of her neck, his forehead against hers, his voice even hoarser, "Chen Miaomiao, don't keep me waiting too long."
The next day.
When Shen Zhuoyuan saw Shen Jingni return, he immediately turned on his Bluetooth speaker and played the song "Good Days".
Of all the family members, he was the happiest.
Seeing that Shen Jingni was in low spirits, Xu Ningwan asked the reason: "Did you quarrel with Mr. Zhao?"
“No,” Shen Jingni shook her head, her eyes lowered, and said, “He just asked me… if I wanted to marry him.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhuoyuan immediately lost his composure, his eyes widening in shock.
"marry?!"
"No, I disagree."
He walked up to Shen Jingni, his face stern, and said, "Even if you're going to get married, you can't choose Zhao Zonglan."
"That man is old, has a violent temper, is cold-blooded and ruthless, and is very cunning... He is not a good person at all, you will suffer."
No father would easily entrust his daughter to such a person.
I'm afraid she'll suffer a loss, afraid she'll get hurt.
At least Shen Zhuoyuan wouldn't.
Hearing him say that, Shen Jingni frowned deeply, looked up to confront him, and said in a loud and fierce voice: "You are just prejudiced against Zhao Zonglan. Why do you keep belittling him? He is not as bad as you say!"
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.
Shen Zhuoyuan stood there, stunned.
Even Xu Ningwan was stunned.
Because Shen Jingni had never spoken to Shen Zhuoyuan in such anger for anyone before.
She even cried.
The little cotton-padded jacket eventually let in the wind.
Shen Zhuoyuan turned and walked out angrily, then immediately dialed Shen Qingyan's number.
He yelled at Shen Qingyan on the other end of the phone, "Your sister is really going to be kidnapped by that old fox this time!"
"Get the hell back here right now."
"If I don't see you by tomorrow, I'll... I'll kill myself in front of you."
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