Chapter 137 Can't you give me a break?
After dinner, Shen Jingni was taking Gun Gun for a walk in the garden when she received a call from Chang An.
Chang An, on the other end of the phone, sounded anxious and nervous: "Miss Chen, the master is injured."
This was the first time Shen Jingni had ever heard Chang An speak so incoherently.
If someone who is naturally reserved can be so agitated, it means that Zhao Zonglan is seriously injured!
She panicked instantly.
"How is he now? Is he in any danger? Give me an address, I'll come to Zhoushan to find you..."
Chang An opened the hands-free mode.
Shen Jingni's anxious words over the phone reached Zhao Zonglan's ears.
At this moment, Zhao Zonglan had already picked up the longevity lock that had fallen to the ground. He was holding a handkerchief in his hand and carefully wiping the stains off the lock.
The men that Xiang Xu'an brought had all been subdued and were sprawled on the ground, groaning and howling in pain.
Upon hearing Shen Jingni's words, Zhao Zonglan smiled faintly.
My baby is worried about him.
Chang An is not good at lying; Zhao Zonglan was indeed injured.
My left arm was cut by a knife, and it bled a little, but the wound wasn't deep or serious.
He glanced at Zhao Zonglan's hand and answered truthfully, "He is not in immediate danger, but sir... he is bleeding."
Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow and gave him a thumbs up.
Chang An, that kid, has finally come to his senses; he's not a blockhead anymore.
bleed?
Shen Jingni's heart skipped a beat, and she became even more nervous.
"Take good care of him first, I'm coming right away."
Chang An received another signal from Zhao Zonglan and quickly said, "Don't worry, Zhong Wei will come with you. Be careful on the way."
Zhong Wei is in Beijing.
Zhao Zonglan also owned more than one private jet.
If you take a private plane, it only takes Shen Jingni a little over two hours to get from Beijing to Zhoushan.
The bleeding from Zhao Zonglan's arm has stopped.
Xiang Xu'an lay on the ground, covered in injuries. Several of his ribs were broken, and when he coughed, blood and froth came out of his mouth. He couldn't even speak.
Of course, Zhao Zonglan didn't have time to listen to him.
He calmly instructed Chang An, his tone cold and ruthless: "He probably won't live much longer. Hand him over to the police."
Even if he dies, he shouldn't die so freely.
Shen Jingni hurriedly followed Zhong Wei onto the private jet.
I was extremely anxious throughout the journey.
She held a glass of water in her hands, but didn't drink it for a long time. Frowning, she asked Zhong Wei, "How did Zhao Zonglan get injured?"
"Didn't your people secretly protect him?"
Zhong Wei was aware of the situation.
He scratched his head. "This was my oversight. I thought it was safer in China, so I didn't have a bodyguard with me."
There were only a few bodyguards.
The enemy came prepared and will definitely take advantage of any loopholes.
However, given your skill level and the fact that you're carrying a gun, Xiang Xu'an, that stray dog, is sure to never return.
Shen Jingni, unusually serious, scolded him with a stern face, "It was indeed your negligence!"
"Zhong Wei, I've always thought you were pretty reliable, so why did you let me down at such a crucial moment?"
"Mistakes made at work cannot be dismissed with a simple 'oversight'."
Her tone was fierce and serious, "Zhao Zonglan is the chairman of Jingyao and the head of the Zhao family. If anything happens to him, what are we supposed to do?"
Zhong Wei felt that these words sounded familiar.
This seemingly delicate Miss Shen already possessed the demeanor of the matriarch of the Zhao family, both in terms of her bearing and her speech.
Oh, right, the old lady said something similar.
Zhong Wei bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen. I will accept the punishment when I get back and will be more careful in the future."
Shen Jingni nodded.
Her tone was gentler than before, and she reminded him, "You must remember my words and always be vigilant. Zhao Zonglan's safety is the most important thing."
Zhong Wei was a rough and straightforward man, and he said whatever came to mind: "What you said is exactly what the old lady said to the gentleman. When the gentleman went to the cruise ship to look for you, he was punished by the old lady and made to kneel in the ancestral hall when he came back..."
Shen Jingni frowned and interrupted him: "Kneeling as punishment?"
Zhong Wei slapped his mouth.
The master instructed us not to tell Miss Shen about this, but he had such a loose tongue; how could he have let it slip?
What bad luck.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shen Jingni's face darkened again.
She put down her water glass, the bottom of which slammed against the table with a bang. She glared at him and said, "Speak quickly."
Zhong Wei had no choice but to honestly tell Shen Jingni about how Zhao Zonglan had been punished by being forced to kneel in the ancestral hall.
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After returning to the hotel, Zhao Zonglan didn't rush to treat his wounds. Instead, he sat on the terrace, smoking and waiting for someone.
The nights in this fishing port city are very peaceful.
Moonlight spread across the sea, the vast Milky Way hung in the sky, and a breeze swept by, dispelling some of the summer's humid heat.
When Shen Jingni arrived in Zhoushan, it was almost midnight.
She didn't dare to delay and rushed straight to the hotel after getting off the plane.
Zhao Zonglan originally intended to tease her, to feign weakness, or even pretend to be dead.
But thinking about it, it's so childish.
If you make someone cry, it'll be hard to comfort them.
Not wanting to wait a moment longer, he went downstairs to meet her.
After learning that Zhao Zonglan was at the hotel, Shen Jingni felt much more relaxed.
If you're not in a hospital, it means it's not serious.
But her legs were still a little weak when she got off the bus.
I hadn't walked two steps before I got bitten by a mosquito again.
Misfortunes never come singly.
Shen Jingni scratched her hand a couple of times, and soon a big, ugly bump appeared on the back of her hand.
She was a little angry.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Zhao Zonglan standing at the door.
Outside the hotel, the warm, dim light shone on his tall, upright figure, and the hazy light enveloped his handsome face, giving him an air of refined composure.
Shen Jingni jogged over, took his hand, and looked him up and down.
Chang'an said you're bleeding. Where are you hurt?
Why aren't you resting in your room? What are you doing out here?
Her voice was naturally charming, and when she was anxious, it would have a slightly nasal, tearful quality. Her beautiful eyes would fill with small tears, making her look a little pitiful.
Zhao Zonglan feigned pain, frowning and gasping for breath, "Ouch~ It hurts, the injury is on my hand."
Shen Jingni quickly let go of his hand and looked down, only then noticing the wound on his arm.
Although the bleeding had stopped, it looked rather gruesome and hadn't been treated.
She got even angrier.
"Zhao Zonglan, why don't you disinfect yourself? Aren't you afraid of getting infected?"
This time, Shen Jingni was truly angry.
In the past, she was the one who disobeyed; now the roles are reversed.
She really, really wanted to criticize him.
"Can't you just give me a break?"
However, Zhao Zonglan appreciated it.
His baby can be a bit fierce when disciplining people, but he's very cute.
Zhao Zonglan pulled her into his arms with one hand, his tone indifferent: "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing."
He gently coaxed her, "Can you help me apply the medicine, okay?"
"Nobody's going to apply the medicine for you," Shen Jingni pushed him away, her face cold and her attitude resolute. "Do it yourself."
"No one is allowed to help today."
President Shen has spoken.
Zhao Zonglan had to rely on himself to appease her.
Even Chang An didn't dare to apply the medicine for his master; he could only wait by his side.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Miss Shen's words really do work."
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