Chapter 141 Extra: Autumn Rain at the South Tower (Part 2)
Zhao Zonglan ignored Song Qiyu's reaction and went straight to the head seat to sit down.
When a boss came over to offer him a cigarette, he didn't refuse.
Rong Heng went to the wine cellar and picked out a few bottles of good wine. When he came in, he exclaimed at the top of his lungs, "Time really flies! Autumn has arrived before we know it. I look outside, and it looks like it's going to rain."
A bespectacled CEO picked up his teacup and said in a gentle voice, "The fog shrouds the buildings, and the autumn rain washes away the dust. I think this season is the most pleasant and romantic."
Song Qiyu disagreed, "Please don't let it rain. The autumn rain is so persistent, it never seems to end."
"I remember one year, it seemed to rain for seven days straight."
Rong Heng thought for a moment and echoed, "Yes, yes, I remember too. Fortunately, the rain wasn't heavy, but it's not very convenient to go out."
"I feel soaked all over, it's really uncomfortable."
Zhao Zonglan simply listened to their conversation, smoking indifferently without saying a word.
Among this group was a Mr. Xiao, named Xiao Kaifeng, who wanted to get involved in Jingyao's new project, so he fawned over Zhao Zonglan in every way.
They tried to find a way to get closer to him.
But Zhao Zonglan is a cold and calculating person. He looks down on people who are too goal-oriented and unscrupulous in their actions.
Just like Xiang Xu'an back then.
Therefore, he didn't even drink the wine offered by Xiao Kaifeng.
In this situation, after being humiliated by Zhao Zonglan, Xiao Kaifeng found it difficult to remain calm.
He came up with a very despicable method.
To administer the medicine.
He even planned to use his own daughter to try and get close to Zhao Zonglan.
Xiao Kaifeng had made arrangements early on, bribing the waiter to pour wine for Zhao Zonglan, while his daughter waited next door.
Now, all you need to do is put the medicine in the wine.
As long as Zhao Zonglan drinks it, he will have a chance.
However, he underestimated Zhao Zonglan and Rong Heng.
The waiter who poured the wine had never seen anything like it, let alone drugged Mr. Zhao. He was guilty, so his movements were timid, his hands trembled, and his eyes darted around.
Rong Heng noticed the clue at a glance.
Although Crown Prince Rong may not be the most emotionally intelligent, he's not stupid. How could he not be capable of managing such a large place as Wangjing Tower?
Moreover, these people have seen far too many of these despicable methods.
He didn't mince words, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Mingzhao, take him away and question him properly."
Mingzhao nodded: "Yes."
Before Xiao Kaifeng could even react, the waiter had already been led away by Mingzhao.
He was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he secretly looked up at Zhao Zonglan, who was sitting in the main seat.
Zhao Zonglan remained calm and relaxed, showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
Xiao Kaifeng couldn't understand it, but he became increasingly uneasy.
A moment later, Mingzhao strode in, his face grave, and whispered in Rong Heng's ear, "Young Master, I've found out, it's..."
Rong Heng squinted at Xiao Kaifeng.
Xiao Kaifeng completely lost his composure, immediately kneeling on the ground, admitting his mistake and begging for forgiveness: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I was confused for a moment, please..."
Zhao Zonglan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he raised his hand, signaling Chang An to take the person out.
He was already in a bad mood today, and then he ran into something dirty, which made him even more irritable.
Rong Heng dismissed the others in the private room, stood next to Zhao Zonglan, and apologized to him with a smile: "Fifth Brother, it was my oversight that someone brought this kind of medicine in. I'm so sorry."
As he spoke, he told Mingzhao to quickly remove the wine from the table.
"Wait a minute," Zhao Zonglan leaned back in his soft leather chair, took a drag of his cigarette, and lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
A moment later, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Rong Heng and Song Qiyu's eyes widened in shock, their mouths agape.
"Fifth Brother, you...you...there's something in this wine."
Rong Heng was so frightened he could barely speak.
Zhao Zonglan stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes dark and deep, revealing no emotion. "Call your sister-in-law and tell her I've been drugged."
Rong Heng: "..."
Song Qiyu: "..."
Goodness, Fifth Brother really knows how to play tricks!
After receiving Rong Heng's call, Shen Jingni went straight back to Zijing Tanyuan.
At that time, Zhao Zonglan was in the bathroom, the shower water spraying down, creating a misty atmosphere.
He hadn't even taken his clothes off.
His shirt was soaked with water, clinging to his chest and abdomen, outlining the clear contours of his muscles. He casually swept his wet hair back from his forehead, his eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his eyes were frighteningly red.
The low, panting breaths that made one's heart race could be faintly heard, though masked by the sound of flowing water.
Noticing her come in, Zhao Zonglan turned off the shower, his usually handsome and aloof face turning slightly red.
Shen Jingni was startled.
Because she had never seen Zhao Zonglan like this before.
Forgetting that she was still angry, she rushed over and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"How could someone have drugged her at Wangjing Tower?"
"Rong Heng isn't even keeping an eye on things."
She was completely baffled, and her tone was filled with worry.
Because she had never seen such a scene before, she didn't know what to do, and she was also afraid that he... might hurt her.
Zhao Zonglan pulled the person into his arms, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "My darling, I... am in a lot of pain."
Shen Jingni sensed it.
You have to help me.
"Only you can help me."
His breathing became slightly heavy, and his once clear and cold eyes were now filled with intense desire, surging like a storm, but he was restraining and suppressing it, not letting himself lose control.
Shen Jingni was a little frightened. Before she even started, her legs began to tremble: "I... how can I help..."
Zhao Zonglan kissed her lips, gradually moving down to her snow-white neck, his breath hot. "Help me here first, then I'll take you somewhere."
Without giving her any choice, they pinned her against the wall.
When Zhao Zonglan built the South Building, he intended to imprison the children there. Seven floors, seven days, each day was different.
There are Chinese, European, and modern minimalist styles, as well as dark gold wire cages... The styles vary, but the purposes are all the same.
Although there's no need to force it now, it was designed by him personally, so it's nice to use it occasionally to add a bit of novelty.
They started from the seventh floor.
The room is decorated in a Chinese style and is very spacious. The carved wooden bed in the middle is large and exquisitely made, with a semi-transparent red gauze bed curtain and a small pure gold bell hanging at the head of the bed.
At this moment, the bed curtains were drawn, casting shadows, and bells rang incessantly.
Shen Jingni couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy while crying, her voice becoming hoarse.
But the bell was still ringing.
Raindrops fell intermittently from the eaves, and a misty haze hung outside the window. The window lattice was not closed tightly, and a few drops of drizzle drifted in. The red bed curtains swayed in the wind.
"Brother~ The window, the window is not closed."
Zhao Zonglan lowered his head and kissed her, gently comforting her, "It's okay, no one will see."
He then teased her mischievously, "If you're scared, we'll go downstairs. That cage is beautiful; I designed it myself."
"I'm not going."
Zhao Zonglan didn't stop. He frowned, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "But I still feel very uncomfortable."
Shen Jingni shook her head, crying.
He stroked her cheek, his slightly calloused fingers lifting her chin, and coaxed in a deep voice, "Go downstairs, or take me to your house, baby, you choose one."
Capitalists are indeed terrifying.
In this situation, Shen Jingni was forced to choose the latter.
She can't win.
Rain and mist intertwined, autumn was waning, and this autumn rain had been falling intermittently for several days.
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