Chapter 60 My Darling
Shen Jingni sat in the living room for a while, and drank some milk tea brewed by the maid. Just before her patience was about to run out, she finally met Zhao Zonglan.
His black shirt collar was slightly open, his trousers were crisp and pressed, and he looked as if he had just taken a shower; the ends of his dark hair were still a little damp.
As soon as she saw him, Shen Jingni got up and went over to him, grabbed his hand, and complained in a wronged tone, "Why did you take so long to come? I called you but you didn't answer."
Zhao Zonglan's eyes were cold, and his voice was indifferent: "Sorry, I didn't hear you."
He looked like he wasn't in a good mood.
At this moment, Shen Jingni didn't have time to consider Zhao Zonglan's feelings. She went straight to the point: "Well, this afternoon, I was secretly photographed talking to Xie Chengsui, and the media are spreading all sorts of rumors, ugh, it's all a mess..."
She was in such a hurry that she said whatever came to mind without any logic, just rattling it all off to him.
"Brother, please help me deal with those false information online. My parents absolutely cannot see them."
She obediently hugged his waist, and the faint woody sandalwood scent wafted towards her, a pleasant aroma that soothed her.
"We've already sent someone to handle it."
Although Zhao Zonglan was angry, he would handle these matters without her having to ask.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jingni finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Brother, you're so kind."
At that moment, she looked up from his embrace and happened to see Xie Chengsui outside the window.
He appeared to be injured and was being helped into the car by Guanglin.
“Hey, isn’t that Xie…”
Before Shen Jingni could finish speaking, Zhao Zonglan grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bedroom, saying in a low voice, "Don't look, it's an eyesore."
"Huh?" She was a little confused. What was going on?
Upon entering the bedroom, Shen Jingni noticed Zhao Zonglan's hand.
The back of his hand, which was originally fair, was now noticeably red at the knuckles, with bluish veins bulging and meandering beneath the reddened skin, showcasing strength and maturity.
Although not serious, it was obvious that the mark was left after a forceful blow.
Shen Jingni frowned in displeasure, and asked with surprise and anger, "You got into a fight?"
Zhao Zonglan simply looked at her, his gaze calm, showing no intention of answering.
Fighting? I wouldn't call it that.
Such beautiful hands, yet this old man doesn't know how to cherish and care for them.
"Does it hurt?"
Shen Jingni held his hand, then lowered her head, slowly leaned closer, and gently breathed warm air onto the back of his hand, "Let me warm it for you."
"When I was little, I hurt my knee, and this is how my grandmother would rub it on my knee."
A warm current brushed across the reddened skin on the back of the hand, bringing a slight itch.
Her curled eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids, and her expression was focused and serious.
This level of pain was insignificant to Zhao Zonglan.
He had suffered more serious and painful injuries before, but he never cried out in pain.
Because no one cares about him, and he never shows weakness in front of others.
Although he had many people around him at that time, most of them were motivated by profit or by a sense of duty.
Zhao Zonglan just watched her quietly, letting her raise her other hand and awkwardly breathe hot air into it.
Silent indulgence.
The last vestiges of violence in his heart were slowly soothed and erased by her.
Shen Jingni looked up and was caught off guard by his dark eyes, only to see a smile in them, with emotions she couldn't understand surging within them.
His stern brows and eyes had relaxed, his thin lips curved into a slight smile, and even his hard jawline had softened a bit.
Zhao Zonglan already had excellent bone structure, and he looked even better when he smiled.
Shen Jingni was somewhat bewitched.
She looked away, puffed out her cheeks, and then, emboldened, began to lecture him, "How dare you laugh!"
"At your age, you're still trying to fight like other people. Aren't you ashamed?"
So old...?
The smile in Zhao Zonglan's eyes vanished again.
He pinched her chin with his long, slender fingers, lifting it up, his voice low and cold: "Am I old?"
Zhao Zonglan had never cared about age before.
At his age and status, thirty-two is already considered quite young.
But ever since he heard Song Yanting's sarcastic remarks at the horse farm, he had become somewhat concerned.
Age is beyond his control.
Upon seeing his aloof and handsome face, Shen Jingni immediately felt alarmed.
No one, regardless of gender, wants to be told they're old.
"No, brother, you're only in your thirties. People say a man is in his prime at thirty, and you're just right."
She coaxed him sweetly, her eyes clear and bright.
Capitalists are not so easily fooled.
It's even less likely that she'd get away with it so easily.
Zhao Zonglan leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his tone like he was coaxing a child, "Then tell your brother, where is just right?"
His voice was a deep, magnetic, and gentle quality unique to mature men.
So good.
Shen Jingni didn't have the extra energy to think, and blurted out subconsciously: "Just his face and body, his abs, and that..."
She paused, glanced at him timidly with her beautiful eyes, and muttered softly, "No, it's not just right there."
"That's awesome."
A very low laugh escaped Zhao Zonglan's throat, a magnetic laugh that pierced her eardrums and sent a shiver down her spine.
Shen Jingni then realized what outrageous things she had said.
Indeed, beauty can be a trap.
She was blinded by lust again.
He actually tricked her into saying such things.
Her fair face flushed instantly, her ears burned, and she let out a soft "Oh dear" before shyly hiding in his arms.
Zhao Zonglan found teasing cats quite interesting.
You teased her until she blushed, and she instinctively snuggled into your arms, her ears turning red, making your heart itch with desire.
He lowered his head to kiss her lips; they were soft and easy to tease.
The beasts lurking in the shadows were startled and raised their heads.
Shen Jingni tried to dodge, but he held her even tighter.
He coaxed her, "Sweetie, I'm not in a good mood today, so you might have to... work hard."
Hard?
He spoke those two words with a gentlemanly and nonchalant air.
But for Shen Jingni, that was too difficult to endure.
The winter night was dark and desolate, but the lights in Zijing Tanyuan were on all night long.
Zhao Zonglan's master bedroom has a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Shen Jingni leaned against the window, her amber pupils reflecting the light from outside, glistening with tears.
"Brother~"
She called to him, her voice sweet and charming, her cheeks flushed, and she gently bit her red lips.
Zhao Zonglan stood behind her, reached out and pinched her chin, pressing his thumb against her lips to prevent her from biting him.
"Brother, loosen your tie..."
On her slender, white wrists.
Entangled.
His dark red silk twill tie had scratched his skin so badly that it turned red.
She's such a sweet little thing.
Zhao Zonglan lowered his head and kissed her snow-white neck, coaxing her in a low, husky voice, "My sweet baby, just hang in there a little longer."
His gentle, low voice fell.
It felt like the wind was hitting the glass window outside, one heavy thud after another.
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