Chapter 30 May Zhao Zonglan have no worries and everything go smoothly year after year.
The Moon-Viewing Terrace was situated on high ground, and the wind was strong at night. Since Shen Jingni was still ill, Zhao Zonglan did not really bully her.
But this little thing is delicate; after only a short kiss, it said it had no strength to walk anymore.
"Carry me back, I don't want to leave."
Her red lips were slightly pouting, and half of her flushed face was hidden under her woolen hat. Her tone was as arrogant as ever.
Zhao Zonglan felt that children shouldn't be spoiled too much.
He remained silent with a sullen face.
She hugged his waist, her fluffy head rubbing against his chest through his clothes, saying, "The wind hurts my face."
Zhao Zonglan's eyes flickered slightly. He raised his hand and pressed down on her head, rubbing it gently. His voice was low and magnetic: "You spoiled brat."
"Hurry back!"
She urged him on in a coquettish voice, pretending to be frail and delicate.
Zhao Zonglan patiently picked the person up and carried them away with steady steps.
After descending from the Moon-Viewing Terrace, Chang An answered a phone call and quickly caught up. "Sir, Secretary Gu called. The group's senior management has significant disagreements regarding the acquisition of the German Raylein Group. They've been holding meetings for over ten hours straight, and it might... require your personal oversight."
For mergers and acquisitions of this scale, Zhao Zonglan would typically just glance at the project proposal, sign it, and then wait to see the final outcome.
Each and every one of the senior executives at Jingyao Capital is a top figure among industry elites.
With such a high annual salary, of course one should do a good job.
If he has to personally manage every project, even someone made of iron will be exhausted.
Zhao Zonglan didn't speak, but Shen Jingni, who was in his arms, gently tugged at his suit and asked softly, "Are we going back?"
She's only been here for less than two days, and she hasn't had enough fun yet; she hasn't even soaked in the hot springs.
"Don't you want to go back?" Zhao Zonglan stopped and looked down at her, his dark eyes deep and calm.
Shen Jingni is still clear-headed and knows what's important.
She kept her head down, looking a little downcast, and said understandingly, "It's okay, your work is important. You can come again next time."
Zhao Zonglan felt that the little thing had suddenly become well-behaved.
However, he didn't like this awkward obedience.
He glanced indifferently at Chang An behind him, "Inform Gu Qian that there will be an online conference at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Chang An: "Yes."
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Perhaps it was because Zhao Zonglan's embrace was too comfortable, and Shen Jingni felt a little sleepy after being carried back by him.
But when he saw the gift in the outer room of the bedroom, he suddenly perked up.
A pile of colorful gift boxes, tied with pretty ribbons, was laid out on the carpet, just like the boxes under the Christmas tree.
She was full of surprise. Before she could even take off her coat and hat, she ran over happily, knelt down on the soft carpet, and turned to look at Zhao Zonglan. "Are these all for me?"
Zhao Zonglan hung his coat on the coat rack, slowly and deliberately pulled off his tie, his expression aloof and indifferent.
He walked up to her unhurriedly. "Yes, yours."
"However, filling the room with gifts is not an option right now; there's not enough time to prepare."
Shen Jingni: "?"
He actually remembered what she said before she went to sleep.
It's not that we can't, but that we don't have enough time to prepare.
He actually took it seriously.
Shen Jingni pursed her lips, her emotions a mix of feelings. "I was just saying it casually, I didn't expect it to come true."
But Zhao Zonglan was like her Santa Claus.
She just made a wish out of boredom, and to her surprise, Santa Claus granted it all.
Shen Jingni counted them; there were a total of twenty-two gift boxes.
She is twenty-two years old this year.
Capitalists are actually quite shrewd; they're not as cold-blooded as I imagined.
She casually unwrapped a gift, and when she saw the blue diamond necklace inside, she could barely suppress the upward curve of her lips.
That must be worth tens of millions.
Zhao Zonglan is handsome and generous; she's definitely doing a great job as his girlfriend.
Shen Jingni didn't rush to dismantle the rest. Instead, she ran to the bedroom, fumbled around for a while, and then hurriedly came out again.
Zhao Zonglan was sitting on the leather sofa, and had just lit a cigarette when he saw her come over carrying a small pink box. Her fluffy hat had been taken off at some point, and her hair was slightly messy.
Actually, I also prepared a gift for you.
She hugged the box to her chest, a little hesitant and embarrassed, "But...but it's not as valuable as the one you gave me."
The gifts he gave her were worth over a hundred million yuan in total; she couldn't afford them.
Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow.
Shen Jingni then added, "You're not allowed to complain."
"Um."
Having received the man's promise, Shen Jingni carefully opened the box.
It is a very common crystal ball on the market.
Inside the crystal ball was a Christmas tree with snowflakes floating around it. The ceramic base below was exquisitely carved with a cozy little house and adorable reindeer.
The small print at the bottom is very elegant.
May Zhao Zonglan have a carefree life and all things go smoothly.
"Although it's not expensive, I made this ceramic base myself; it took me a lot of time."
Actually, Shen Jingni's words were half true and half false. She only touched the shape and wrote a series of characters; the rest was done by the pottery master.
Zhao Zonglan's gaze finally fell on the crystal ball.
Then I saw her turn on the base switch.
The Christmas tree suddenly lit up.
That warm yellow light suddenly illuminated a certain lack deep within Zhao Zonglan's heart, a lack that even he himself had almost forgotten.
He seemed to have seen a Christmas tree like this on the streets of New York when he was ten years old.
It's very cozy and beautiful.
But he had neither the time nor the freedom to appreciate or cherish them.
Seeing that he did not refuse her gift, Shen Jingni felt a great sense of accomplishment for no apparent reason.
Her smile grew even sweeter, her voice crisp and clear, "Go take a shower first, I'm going to open my presents!"
But just as he was about to leave, Zhao Zonglan grabbed his wrist.
With a slight effort, the man forced Shen Jingni to fall into his arms.
He stubbed out his cigarette, his deep eyes fixed intently on her.
"We'll demolish it tomorrow morning."
"No, I... um."
Before she could finish her protest, he sealed her lips with a kiss.
Zhao Zonglan's kiss was very gentle.
His breath was hot as he gently pressed his lips against hers, their lips lingering and caressing.
His warm palm stroked her back, as if gently coaxing her silently.
The woody sandalwood scent emanating from him was faint, refreshing, and alluring.
Shen Jingni has become much more obedient.
She knelt on the man's strong thighs, clung to his shoulders, and obediently closed her eyes to kiss him.
Sensing her subtle response, Zhao Zonglan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his hand around her waist tightened abruptly.
The kiss deepened, and the initial restraint faded away.
He forcefully pried open her pearly teeth, greedily and patiently seizing her.
Shen Jingni almost collapsed in his arms, soft sobs escaping her lips, tugging at her heartstrings.
Her eyelashes were moist, and her face was delicate and charming.
Zhao Zonglan stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot and heavy. His usually calm and unwavering eyes were now churning with an intense, unyielding desire that threatened to engulf her.
He stroked her slightly swollen lips with his thumb, his voice low and husky: "I'll carry you to take a bath, okay?"
Shen Jingni understood the meaning behind those words.
She didn't speak, but leaned weakly on his shoulder.
Zhao Zonglan picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Their lips met again, deepening the kiss from before.
The night outside the window was as dark as ink.
When Shen Jingni came out of the bathroom, she was completely exhausted.
In the warm bedroom, his tall figure enveloped her completely.
The previously distant sense of boundaries was completely melted away by the scalding heat of her skin.
A rustling sound came from outside the window, suggesting that the window corners were not completely closed.
Shen Jingni shivered, her toes curling uncontrollably.
She heard Zhao Zonglan let out a very low, husky, and sexy panting sound.
The next moment, it seemed that the wind outside the window became stronger and more violent.
Unable to bear it any longer, she could only sob pitifully, tears welling up in her eyes, and obediently remained still.
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