Chapter 13 He used too much force
Zhao Zonglan owned many private residences throughout the country.
He comes to Hong Kong occasionally, but he never stays in a hotel.
The luxury mansion located on Victoria Peak was once sold for over one million dollars per square meter. It offers panoramic views of Victoria Harbour, a tranquil environment, and fresh air.
Chang An led Shen Jingni into the mansion.
Shen Jingni was surprised to find that Zhao Zonglan's occasional lodgings were so luxurious. Those who could afford such a location were all prominent figures in Hong Kong.
Although it was a rare sight, she had no heart to appreciate it at that moment.
She walked quickly, her high heels making a soft sound on the marble floor.
Chang An led her to the second floor and stopped in front of a heavy, carved wooden door. He bowed and gently pushed open the door, saying in a humble yet assertive manner, "The master is waiting for you inside."
Shen Jingni stepped inside.
The lights were off inside; the only light source came through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a dim and hazy atmosphere through the curtains.
It inexplicably makes me a little nervous.
In the dim light, she saw Zhao Zonglan sitting on a dark green sofa not far away, his handsome face hidden in the darkness, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
He rested one hand on the armrest, a cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet flame particularly eye-catching. His posture was languid and relaxed, yet the aura around him was frighteningly cold and hard.
Shen Jingni felt a sense of retreat, and an invisible pressure forced her to stop.
But she had seen her share of big scenes, and even if it was terrifying, she wouldn't turn around and run away.
Shen Jingni pursed her dry lips, tilted her head, and called out very softly, "Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Zonglan opened his eyes, brought the cigarette to his lips, took a shallow drag, and said in a low, cold voice, "Come here."
It carries an undeniable and assertive power.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, with a faint smell of tobacco and wood in the air.
Shen Jingni moved over and stopped in front of the man.
When she went out today, she wore a fitted dress to match her newly bought high heels, and casually threw on a wool coat over it.
Even though I wasn't wearing many clothes, I felt a bit hot.
Shen Jingni didn't want to delay any longer. In front of Zhao Zonglan, she felt there was no need to go through all those roundabout ways.
So he simply got straight to the point and asked, "What do you need me for?"
Everything was fine a few days ago, but now they've suddenly started acting up for no reason, and she can't guess why.
Given Zhao Zonglan's style of doing things, if he wanted to hold someone accountable for the Wangjinglou incident, he wouldn't have waited until now.
Zhao Zonglan did not answer her question, but simply brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaled very slowly, and then exhaled.
The smoke blurred his gloomy eyes. He looked at her calmly, then his gaze fell on his lap. His voice was low and magnetic. "Sit here."
The implication was all too obvious.
Shen Jingni dared not make a move.
Although she had indeed sat in that spot at Wangjinglou before and felt it was quite nice, the timing was wrong and the atmosphere was strange.
Within a short time, her palms were sweating, and she managed to squeeze out a sentence from her throat: "No, let's not sit. Standing is fine."
Zhao Zonglan seemed to have enough patience to put up a stalemate with her. He leaned back on the sofa, his long fingers lightly tapping the armrest. "Every minute you delay, the Shen family will lose an extra five million."
He sneered, his tone intrigued: "I'd like to see how long your Shen family can hold out."
That's excessive.
That's too much.
This guy's crazy.
Shen Jingni clenched her fists, secretly gritting her teeth, wishing she could pounce on him and bite him to death right away.
But who can blame him when he's handsome, rich, and powerful?
A wise man doesn't suffer immediate losses; a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan.
She took a deep breath, put on a professional fake smile, took a few steps forward, and sat down on the man's strong lap without any hesitation.
"Our Shen family's small workshop really doesn't need your personal attention. Could you please leave some retirement money for my parents?"
Shen Jingni placed her hands on his shoulders, her voice soft, and her smile very ingratiating.
But this smile is too indulgent, too fake.
Zhao Zonglan calmly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, wrapped his arm around her waist, and looked at her with a dark and unreadable expression.
Suddenly, his strong hand pressed down on the back of her neck.
Shen Jingni trembled slightly, thinking he was going to bite her again.
To everyone's surprise, the next second, he kissed her lips.
The man's warm, soft lips pressed tightly against hers, so hard and fierce that he gave her no chance to breathe.
Zhao Zonglan smelled wonderful.
The crisp and mysterious woody incense, combined with the scent of hormones, draws people in and makes them want to keep indulging.
Shen Jingni was forced to look up.
He kissed her too fiercely, pressing his fingertips against the back of her neck with force, the cold ring digging into her skin and causing her some pain.
"Ugh~ Zhao Zonglan." She couldn't take it anymore.
Her voice softened further, carrying a hint of pleading allure.
Shen Jingni's eyes welled up with tears as she reluctantly pushed him away.
His black shirt was slightly open, and her fingertips could clearly feel the temperature of his body. The touch of their skin sent shivers down her spine.
The difference in physical strength between men and women was too great; clearly, she couldn't do anything to him.
Fortunately, this tyrant seemed to have some compassion.
Zhao Zonglan stepped back a few paces, but didn't loosen his grip. His thin, smoothly curved lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and husky: "Say it again."
Shen Jingni's eyelashes trembled slightly.
At this point, her brain had completely shut down.
Her body was already controlled by the beauty and lust before her.
"Zhao, Zhao Zonglan."
As soon as she finished speaking, her rosy lips were once again sealed by the man's kiss, leaving her only able to let out soft moans.
Shen Jingni was completely powerless to resist.
A sharp pain shot through the back of his neck, from the ring on his hand.
He used too much force.
"Zhao Zonglan, it hurts~"
She struggled in his arms, tears streaming down her face, and opened her lips to bite him.
Zhao Zonglan was bitten by her.
But she was weak and didn't dare to bite, so it wasn't even a threat; it was more like a kind of fun.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally released her, concealing the surging desire in his eyes.
In the dim light, her face was flushed, and stray hairs clung to her cheeks with sweat. She stared at him with teary eyes, her long, curled eyelashes wet with tears, making her look extremely pitiful.
The next moment, the tears fell in strings, as if they were worthless.
Her frail body trembled slightly with sobs, and only broken sobs could be heard in the large room.
Shen Jingni has had a smooth life since childhood and has never suffered any grievances.
But ever since she met Zhao Zonglan, she has been bullied by him every time, and she has no room to fight back.
She caused the trouble herself, so there's nothing to complain about.
Shen Jingni was angry at herself for being incompetent and unlucky.
The brocade and luminous pearls she wanted were intercepted by the Zhao family, her father stopped investing in her, she had to pay the breach of contract penalty herself, Qin Muhuan came to bother her every day and steal her business, and now she has offended Zhao Zonglan, and even the Shen family is suffering.
That's terrible.
When emotions get the better of me, I can't control my tears.
Seeing her crying so pitifully, Zhao Zonglan frowned slightly and scoffed, "So delicate?"
He hadn't even done anything yet, and she was already crying.
Shen Jingni felt increasingly distressed as she thought about it, tears streaming down her face and her eyes reddening. Her voice trembled with sobs as she cried, "Zhao Zonglan, you're bullying me."
They're accusing him again.
Zhao Zonglan noticed the red mark on the back of her neck, his eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "She's really delicate; it turns red just from being touched."
Then, when he looked at that tear-streaked face again, he finally felt a pang of pity.
"If you keep crying, your parents will really run out of money for their retirement."
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