Chapter 89 Shen Jingni, I Miss You So Much
When Grandma Zhao learned that Zhao Zonglan was ill, she made a special trip to Zijing Tanyuan.
Upon arriving, he gave Chang An a severe scolding.
"You're serving him, and what's the most important thing you don't know?"
"Didn't Chang Qingbai teach you that?"
The old lady sat in the armchair, glaring at him with an angry expression. "I used to think you were an honest and obedient child, but now you just look like a blockhead."
...
What is most important?
Naturally, it was Zhao Zonglan's health and safety that mattered.
Everything else is unimportant.
Chang An was introverted and dared not utter a sound even when scolded. He could only lower his head and listen carefully.
Zhao Zonglan came out of the bedroom and heard the old lady scolding him. He coughed twice, his voice a little hoarse: "It's just a minor cold, you don't need to be nervous."
Then he looked at Chang An and said, "Take the computer to my bedroom."
Chang An whispered "Yes" and quietly left the living room.
The old lady narrowed her eyes in displeasure and said angrily, "You're sick and you're still working?"
"Zonglan, does Grandmother's words no longer carry any weight?"
She never interfered with him anywhere else.
This is the only thing that absolutely must be said.
Zhao Zonglan had a slight headache and didn't want to tell her too much. "I'm really fine, don't worry."
After saying that, he ordered someone to prepare a car to take the old lady home.
Knowing his temperament, even though she was unhappy, Old Mrs. Zhao did not stay long, but sent a few more servants from the old house to serve him.
Chang An took the laptop and delivered it to the master bedroom.
The doctor came to give Zhao Zonglan an IV drip.
It's described as a minor cold, but that's not entirely true.
I've had a fever since last night, and it hasn't gone down.
Zhao Zonglan leaned wearily against the headboard, placed his laptop on his lap, and stared at the computer screen with a cool and aloof expression.
A needle was inserted into the back of her fair hand, and the medicine in the IV drip slowly spread throughout her body via the veins.
After the doctor left, Chang An hesitated and moved his lips slightly, "Sir, Miss Shen went out to sea on a cruise ship yesterday."
"Do we need to tell her that you are sick?"
Chang'an is not a blockhead.
He knew very well what Zhao Zonglan had been thinking these past few days.
But he dared not mention it.
Zhao Zonglan's gaze remained fixed on the computer screen. He looked aloof, lonely, and somewhat haggard.
"Tell her what to do."
"Let her have fun."
Chang An was not a man of many words. He nodded slightly and then left.
Zhao Zonglan looked at the documents for a while, then the medicine took effect. He felt a little dizzy, so he closed the computer, placed it on the bedside table, and lay down for a nap.
Song Qiyu rushed to the Zijing Tanyuan Garden.
He looked very anxious and hurriedly asked Chang An, "Where is Fifth Brother? I need to talk to him."
As she asked the question, she walked toward Zhao Zonglan's bedroom.
Chang An couldn't stop him, so she followed behind him and replied, "The master is sick and is resting."
Song Qiyu stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed. "Are you sick?"
He exhaled a breath of stale air in frustration and raised his voice: "But I really have something urgent to discuss with him."
“My sister-in-law’s cruise ship has run into trouble and is still in the East China Sea. I’m worried that they might be in danger.”
He had spent most of the past two days chatting with Qin Muhuan, but an hour ago, the signal was lost while they were chatting.
Song Qiyu reacted quickly, realizing something was wrong, and immediately contacted the captain via satellite phone.
They encountered a sudden cold wave and strong winds, which caused partial paralysis of the cruise ship's propulsion system, making it difficult to navigate and forcing them to maintain stability at sea while awaiting support.
But extreme weather waits for no one.
No one can predict what will happen next.
Chang An realized the seriousness of the problem and was about to knock on the door when the bedroom door opened.
Zhao Zonglan put on his overcoat and walked out with an indifferent expression. He glanced at Chang An and instructed him, "Call the Maritime Safety Administration and tell them that the cruise ship belongs to the Zhao family. Ask them to open a green channel and send people to provide support as soon as possible."
"Tell Tang Shu... cough cough... to mobilize all the rescue tugboats in the Tang family's ports near the East China Sea, and also, prepare helicopters."
The Tang family is engaged in overseas trade and has a professional fleet of cargo ships and tugboats, but if they are far away, it will take some time for both the maritime authorities and the Tang family.
Zhao Zonglan will definitely go in person.
Song Qiyu hurriedly followed behind him, "Fifth Brother, I'll go with you."
Zhao Zonglan did not agree.
His voice was hoarse, and he instructed Zhong Wei, "Send someone to take Young Master Song home."
Judging from Song Yanting's various actions during this period, Zhao Zonglan could guess something.
Song Qiyu was very important to the Song family in the future.
"Fifth Brother, I'm not going home, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was politely but forcefully taken away by Zhong Wei's men.
The Maybach was already parked outside the door.
After making the call, Chang An quickly ran over and stood in front of Zhao Zonglan.
"Sir, you cannot go."
This was the first time that Chang An, who was usually honest and reserved, dared to block Zhao Zonglan's path.
Even Zhong Wei, who was standing next to him, was startled.
Wow, little An'an is amazing!
There is such a thing.
Zhao Zonglan opened his eyes, looking at him calmly, the air around him was frighteningly low, "You want to stop me?"
“I wouldn’t dare,” Chang Anwei said, turning slightly to the side. He tried to appear calm and not so timid. “No one knows the situation at sea right now. If the strong winds continue, not only will the helicopter be unable to get close, but you will also be in danger.”
"Zhong Wei and I will bring Miss Shen back safely."
Zhao Zonglan didn't want to listen to this nonsense.
He didn't say a word and walked straight past Chang'an.
Chang An clenched his fists, turned around to look at his back, and spoke again: "The old lady said that no matter what, the head of the family must not put himself in danger. This is an ancestral precept and the bottom line of the Zhao family."
Nothing is more important than Zhao Zonglan's safety.
Chang An had never dared to disobey Zhao Zonglan before, because he knew that everything his teacher instructed him to do was something he was supposed to do well.
But this one is different.
Zhao Zonglan rested his hand on the car door, his eyelashes lowered, his voice cold: "Then let her find another family head."
Chang An was suddenly stunned. The master actually...
He shook his head with a wry smile.
I knew I couldn't persuade her otherwise.
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The cruise ship had lost most of its power for more than three hours, and apart from emergency lighting, the entire ship was plunged into darkness.
Shen Jingni stayed in her room because of a stomachache and didn't go with the rest of the group.
The captain said the rescue was on its way, but they would have to wait a little longer.
Reason told Shen Jingni that at this time, she needed to stay with the main group.
Sometimes, the greatest danger is not nature.
Rather, it is humanity itself.
Because human nature cannot withstand the test.
It's so dark outside, it's terrifying for a girl to be all alone.
She turned on her phone's flashlight and prepared to go outside.
But as if remembering something, he opened his phone's contacts and, hoping for the best, dialed Zhao Zonglan's number again.
In Shen Jingni's mind, her life was the most important thing at this moment. Whether she was angry or not, she had to be alive first.
In fact, she tried to call Zhao Zonglan from the moment the incident occurred, but there was no signal.
This time was no exception.
She was somewhat discouraged and gave up.
Holding her phone for light, Shen Jingni stepped out of the room. The corridor was empty and quiet, dark in the distance, with the occasional sound of giant waves crashing against the ship's hull, which was somewhat frightening.
She gave herself a pep talk and kept walking.
Suddenly, a strong and steady white light emanated from the corner of the corridor.
And that familiar, tall figure was standing in the halo of light.
His steady footsteps broke the darkness and the fear in Shen Jingni's heart.
A sudden surge of inexplicable grievance welled up inside her. Her lips trembled, and she stood there, tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Zonglan, tall and long-legged, strode up to her and pulled her into his arms.
His burning body temperature and the sandalwood scent emanating from him gave her an immense sense of security.
Shen Jingni cried even harder.
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his voice low and hoarse: "Why are you crying? Were you scared?"
She glared at him while crying, her expression fierce, "I want to cry, I want to, you can't restrict my freedom to cry."
Last time, I even threatened her, forbidding her from crying.
Zhao Zonglan then gave up on wiping away her tears.
He smiled helplessly and said, "Little crybaby."
Hearing him laugh at her, Shen Jingni simply wiped her tears on his clothes.
After venting her anger, she puffed out her cheeks and said with a wronged expression, "Zhao Zonglan, I called you."
"But there's no signal~"
Her voice was delicate and soft, with a strong nasal tone. The last sentence was spoken with a long, drawn-out ending, sounding pitiful and aggrieved.
Zhao Zonglan laughed again.
All the pent-up frustration in my heart vanished because of her words.
He no longer needs to try to comfort himself.
That's enough.
Shen Jingni sniffled and sobbed, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
With red eyes, she looked at him, reached out to touch his face, and frowned as she asked, "Zhao Zonglan, why are you so hot?"
Does he have a fever?
Zhao Zonglan let her explore his face, looking at her calmly with a low, magnetic voice: "Because... I miss you."
Shen Jingni stood there dumbfounded, her eyes, brimming with tears, unblinking.
Zhao Zonglan pulled her into his arms, feeling his burning body temperature and heartbeat. "Shen Jingni, I missed you so much."
I no longer force her to say she misses him.
Rather, I miss you very much.
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