Chapter 86 Shen Jingni, is it so hard to apologize to me?
Jiang Zhan tried to step forward to stop them, but Chang An stopped him.
"Young Master Jiang, our husband and Miss Shen are a couple. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to go with them."
Chang An had already put it very tactfully.
They're just a young couple flirting; why are you going over there and getting in the way? Don't be so tactless.
Jiang Zhan's expression was not good, but he had no choice but to stand there.
Fortunately, Shen Miaomiao did not like Zhao Zonglan.
This answer made Jiang Zhan feel much better.
To be honest, whether he liked it or not, Zhao Zonglan never took these younger generation who coveted Shen Jingni seriously.
I just don't have the mood to care right now.
Zijing Tanyuan.
Shen Jingni was carried into the bedroom by Zhao Zonglan.
She was still wearing that dress, her shoulders glossy, the wide skirt like broken rose petals piled on the dark gray sheets.
Zhao Zonglan stood in front of her.
He remained silent, his face cold and stern, his long fingers loosening his tie and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
Shen Jingni tried to run, but he grabbed her ankle.
Through the thin fabric of her skirt, she could feel the warmth of his palm, and her body trembled inexplicably.
"Zhao Zonglan, are you even being reasonable?"
He was the one who did something wrong, yet he was still so fierce.
An unreasonable tyrant, a nuisance.
Zhao Zonglan leaned closer, his deep eyes filled with coldness.
"You like male models?" He grabbed her hand and placed it against his waist. "Are they as good as me?"
Shen Jingni's hand was forced to press against his abdominal muscles. The nerves in her palm could clearly feel the muscle tension and texture, making it almost irresistible.
That old man is so wicked.
She was trying to reason with him, and he actually tried to seduce her!
That's excessive.
“I don’t like male models.” Shen Jingni turned her face away and almost subconsciously explained, “Song Yu ordered them, I just paid for them.”
She has always been an open and honest person; she says what she means.
I won't deliberately do anything against my conscience just to spite Zhao Zonglan; there's no need.
I was angry, but after not touching his abs for several days, they seemed to feel even better.
Shen Jingni slid her fingers and touched the side a few more times.
A playful smile played in Zhao Zonglan's eyes as he leaned down and whispered seductively in her ear, "Do you like it?"
Stubborn by nature, Shen Jingni refused to answer honestly, her tone sharp, "What's the use of liking someone? Liking someone can't put food on the table!"
"Let me go!"
Zhao Zonglan simply gazed intently at her, then, without saying a word, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Ha, let go?
impossible.
Shen Jingni's dress was loose and baggy, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Zhao Zonglan's kiss was urgent and passionate; he held her in his mouth, their lips intertwined, and he sucked on her.
By not allowing her to hide, he was forcing her to sink into depravity with him.
And just then...
Shen Jingni frowned, sobbing as she pushed him away, her voice soft and weak: "Zhao Zonglan, I feel so bad."
As night deepened, the pergola lights of the Zijing Tanyuan Garden lit up one by one, casting a moon-white glow that was not glaring but illuminated the path, making the house appear deep and tranquil.
This tranquility was soon broken by a series of anxious footsteps.
Chang An brought the doctor over.
Shen Jingni's dress had been changed into a fluffy nightgown by Zhao Zonglan. She was powerless to resist and could only lie listlessly on the bed, her delicate eyebrows furrowed and her face pale.
Her stomach hurt again.
I had some drinks at the party tonight, but I didn't eat anything.
The doctor prescribed medication, and the instructions were similar to those before, mainly to eat on time and try to eat smaller, more frequent meals.
After the doctor left, Zhao Zonglan stood by the bedside, looking at her calmly.
In his eyes, she sometimes really does act like a child.
He's disobedient, doesn't eat properly, and has a bad temper.
Zhao Zonglan was furious tonight and originally intended to teach her a lesson, but at this moment, seeing her pitiful and vulnerable appearance, his heart softened, softened completely.
He was in a bad mood.
But he still poured her a glass of warm water with a cold expression, then took out the pills and handed them to her: "Take your medicine."
Shen Jingni doesn't eat.
She felt wronged.
Why should I bear his anger when I did nothing wrong?
"I want to go home."
She argued with him.
Zhao Zonglan lowered his eyes and said patiently, "I'll take you home after you eat."
His tone was calm, and he was no longer as fierce as before.
Shen Jingni obediently said "Oh," took the medicine he handed her, and quickly swallowed it with water.
She quickly got up and put on her slippers.
Zhao Zonglan lit a cigarette, lowered his eyes, and asked her, "Why did you refuse Cheng Yongming's cooperation?"
? !
Shen Jingni suddenly looked up, frowning at him: "You know?"
Zhao Zonglan remained noncommittal, his voice calm, but his tone as assertive as ever: "Answer me."
That's right, she refused.
Shen Jingni said she would consider it, but the next day she had the contract and project proposal returned.
She also told Cheng Yongming that she didn't really matter much to Zhao Zonglan.
It was to dissuade him from that idea.
But Zhao Zonglan's question now seemed puzzling to her.
She lowered her eyelashes and puffed out her cheeks in annoyance: "You said it yourself, my little workshop can't handle any traffic or big orders right now, so I plan to focus on quality and reputation first, and we'll talk about advertising later."
Zhao Zonglan paused slightly in the hand holding the cigarette.
yes.
He said it.
But the conditions Cheng Yongming offered were by no means like that.
It can't be that simple.
She refused, simply because...
Zhao Zonglan exhaled a puff of smoke in frustration, raised his hand and pinched her chin, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Shen Jingni, is it so hard to apologize to me?"
They would rather forgo any benefits than ask him for anything.
Pretending to be sensible, pretending to be mature.
This is no longer the capricious, dramatic girl she used to be.
He didn't like her like that.
Zhao Zonglan just watched her like that, the cigarette in his hand burning inch by inch until it turned to ashes.
After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "Just ask, and I'll give you anything you want."
Shen Jingni's eyes welled up with tears of grievance, and she retorted defiantly, "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize to you?"
"Zhao Zonglan, you can't keep bullying me like this."
Just because he is Zhao Zonglan, does that mean she has to endure his bullying and controlling nature?
Do we have to live the way he likes?
impossible.
no way.
Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled with tears.
Zhao Zonglan paused for a moment, then slowly released his grip.
He took a drag of his cigarette, no longer looking at her, and warned in a deep voice, "If you dare to cry, don't even think about going home."
Shen Jingni felt even more aggrieved.
But she didn't cry; instead, she stormed past him and walked away angrily.
There was not a trace of lingering attachment.
Zhao Zonglan did not stop him.
He leaned against the wall, his eyes downcast, as if deep in thought.
Chang An's eyelids twitched violently, and he had a bad feeling.
Because her husband had already spent the night in the study.
At daybreak, Chang An went in to bring tea to Zhao Zonglan and saw him standing by the window, his back to her cold and austere figure.
Besides the half-full ashtray and empty wine bottles on the table, there was also a blueprint.
With his back to him, Zhao Zonglan indifferently ordered, "Find someone to renovate that building in the south according to the blueprints, the sooner the better."
Chang An took the blueprints in his hand and examined them carefully.
The south building has seven floors.
Each floor has a different architectural style, Chinese, European... exquisite, luxurious, and there are many things he doesn't quite understand.
For example, the most important door was reinforced with three layers of security, and the windows were also thickened and bulletproof...
It's like an exquisitely crafted cage.
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