Chapter 52 I'll Cover Your Kindness
Seeing her husband carrying someone out, Chang An didn't sit idle either. With one hand carrying Shen Jingni's bag and the other hand carrying a thermal food box containing packed breakfast.
Looking at Zhao Zonglan's upright figure, Chang An couldn't help but sigh to himself: "Sir, you must be working very hard."
The elevator reached the first floor, where a Rolls-Royce was already waiting outside the hotel.
Winter mornings are especially cold. At this hour, the thick fog has not yet dissipated, and the air is filled with a damp and chilly atmosphere.
Shen Jingni's fingers twitched from the cold. Still asleep, she instinctively snuggled against Zhao Zonglan, seeking warmth from the crook of his neck.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the thick fog.
The man, around sixty years old, with graying temples, wore a navy blue suit. His hands were trembling from the cold, and his face was full of vicissitudes.
He shouted loudly, "Mr. Zhao, please wait!"
The bodyguards reacted quickly, blocking the man with their bodies and preventing him from getting any closer.
“Mr. Zhao, Weiyan and Weiyan Technology are my life… Please give me a minute, I’ll leave after I finish speaking.”
Zhao Zonglan ignored him completely. He didn't even stop walking. He glanced at the direction where the person was, his indifferent gaze cold and ruthless.
Shen Jingni was woken up by the noise.
"Hmm... what's wrong?"
She half-opened her sleepy eyes, lazily nuzzling against his neck, her mind still a little foggy, only finding the noise bothersome.
Zhao Zonglan gently patted her back, as if soothing a frightened kitten, to lull her to sleep, "It's okay."
This was really no big deal for Zhao Zonglan.
Every year, countless people try every means to see him and talk to him, so he is used to it.
It is well known in the industry that Mr. Zhao is the most ruthless and compassionate person in business. It is more practical to pray to gods and Buddhas than to ask him for help.
But Zhang Weichang was desperate and had nowhere to turn, so he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
Yesterday, he heard from a friend that Mr. Zhao had appeared at the auction. He asked around several times before finally finding out where Zhao Zonglan was staying, but security was tight and he couldn't get in. So he had to wait there before dawn.
Fortunately, he got his wish.
Seeing that Zhao Zonglan remained unmoved, Zhang Weichang, with trembling hands, took out a fruit knife from his pocket and held it against his neck near the carotid artery.
"Mr. Zhao, please, give me a minute."
The bodyguard next to him tried to stop him, but saw him suddenly take a step back, the blade already piercing his skin, and threaten, "Don't come any closer, you all probably don't want me to offend Mr. Zhao's eyes."
Such a loud noise completely woke up Shen Jingni, even though she was very sleepy.
She looked up from Zhao Zonglan's embrace, and even though there was a distance between them, she could still see the bright red blood seeping from his neck.
Shen Jingni had been well protected by her family since childhood and had never seen such a scene before.
She couldn't bear it, so she pressed her cheek against Zhao Zonglan's cold profile, absorbing his warmth, and stammered, "How about... you listen to what he has to say?"
It was a human life, after all.
Moreover, his advanced age and appearance reminded her of Old Shen.
Zhao Zonglan hates being threatened the most.
In his view, threats are the last, futile, and pointless struggles of the incompetent, a waste of time.
"I'm not that free."
His voice was calm as he carried her toward the Rolls-Royce.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Shen Jingni gave a sarcastic snort: "You said the same thing to me before."
Zhao Zonglan frowned, patted her buttocks with his large, calloused hand, and said in a low voice, "Looks like the punishment wasn't enough last night, you have the energy to argue with me now."
Mentioning last night made Shen Jingni angry. She grabbed his shirt and said, "How dare you say that? I didn't even have time to sleep."
"That's because you've been naughty. You should learn your lesson."
"You yelled at me again, I'm not forgiving you."
Zhao Zonglan: "..."
He didn't want to argue with an unreasonable brat first thing in the morning.
Chang An quietly opened the car door and waited beside it, trying to minimize his presence.
With a cold face, Zhao Zonglan placed Shen Jingni on the back seat of the car.
She seemed angry, throwing his coat off and then looking down at her own clothes.
The old man dressed her in a loose-fitting pink plush nightgown.
"Zhao Zonglan, the clothes you chose are so ugly."
Of all the clothes available, he chose this one; she'll have to change when she gets back.
Zhao Zonglan: ...
This outfit is the only one that's comfortable to wear and warm. If she were to change into something else, she wouldn't even consider whether she could fit in.
He finally understood.
If things don't go her way, that little rascal will relentlessly find fault.
Zhao Zonglan was annoyed by her.
She slammed the car door shut and walked toward Zhang Weichang.
His tone was icy cold, and his expression impatient. "Speak."
Zhang Weichang was shocked and overjoyed, as if he had received an immense favor.
He hurriedly threw down the knife in his hand and said in a trembling voice, "I am Zhang Weichang from Weiyan Technology. My company was acquired by your Jingyao Capital last week, but the shares I held were swindled away by my son. He tricked me into signing the share transfer agreement..."
Zhao Zonglan had no patience to listen any longer and scoffed, "You should call the police for this kind of thing."
He doesn't have time to care about these things.
Zhang Weichang, with his body hunched over, knelt down straight down.
“Mr. Zhao, I know that our small businesses are not good enough for you, but I can only buy back the shares if you give your approval.”
This is the culmination of his life's work; he'll take it back even if it means going bankrupt.
Zhao Zonglan had some recollection of this company; he had even asked Gu Qian about it when he first saw the list.
However, his patience is limited.
Zhao Zonglan glanced at his watch and said to Chang An, "Call Gu Qian and have him send someone to handle this."
He is not a philanthropist.
He just wants some peace and quiet, to avoid anyone arguing with him again.
Chang An: "Yes."
Shen Jingni peered out the car window for a while, and when she saw Zhao Zonglan approaching, she pretended not to care, quickly adjusted her posture, and leaned back in her seat to sleep.
How could Zhao Zonglan not know her little scheme?
He got into the car and forcefully pulled her onto his lap.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't disturb my sleep."
She reverted to her coquettish self, complaining but obediently remaining still.
There really are such realistic people in this world.
Once you appease her and she gets what she wants, she'll behave again.
However, there were some things he needed to tell her.
Otherwise, I'll always be arguing with him.
Zhao Zonglan pinched her chin, his thumb stroking her fair cheek, his gaze fixed on her intently.
"Shen Jingni, you can keep your kindness by my side."
Although he was not a good person, and the word 'good' did not exist in his dictionary.
But if kindness is part of her personality, pure and untainted by worldly corruption.
That's what makes it lovely and precious.
Within his control, he granted her the greatest freedom.
She doesn't need to be so awkward.
He wanted her to be free and happy.
Shen Jingni opened her eyes wide, her gaze blank, yet her heart seemed to be filled with something.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Zonglan's eyes were calm. "I'll back up your kindness. Go ahead and do what you think is right."
His voice was low and deep, carrying a strong sense of security.
Shen Jingni looked at him, her heart skipped a beat when she met his deep, dark eyes.
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