Chapter 121 Back in the Room
The dead are gone, but the living should live on.
The old lady's funeral was kept simple.
This was something she specifically instructed before she died.
Even though it was done simply, it was already three days later when the aftermath was properly handled.
Shen Jingni caught a cold the night before.
My throat hurts and I'm coughing.
She was already physically weak, so she recovered slowly when she got sick.
Zhao Zonglan brought in several doctors, both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, but it didn't seem to help much. The delicate girl still complained of feeling unwell every day.
As the year draws to a close, Shen Jingni's studio has hardly received any new orders. Apart from the batch of Song brocade wedding dresses that are still unfinished, all the others have been delivered.
That evening, when Zhao Zonglan returned home, he saw Shen Jingni staring blankly at the Chinese medicine on the table.
Noticing him come in, she pouted, turned her head with a bitter look, and asked in a soft, drawn-out tone, "Can I not drink it?"
Zhao Zonglan handed his coat to Chang An beside him and asked her calmly, "What do you think?"
Seeing his cold and aloof demeanor, Shen Jingni started to act coquettishly and shamelessly again: "This medicine is all black and bitter, it makes me feel bitter."
Zhao Zonglan didn't say anything. He walked closer, pinched the back of her neck, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
It didn't go deep; it only scratched the surface.
"It's not bitter, it's sweet."
Shen Jingni raised her hand to hit him, "You rascal, be serious for once!"
I'm angry because I teased her like that.
Zhao Zonglan pinched her soft cheek. "Let's be reasonable, baby. When you're sick, you have to take medicine."
"You're not allowed to bargain with me."
He spoke those last words in a cold, even somewhat fierce tone.
Shen Jingni knew that acting cute and whining wouldn't work anymore.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her back to him, and began to feign pitifulness: "Sigh, nobody cares about me, I'm just a little bitter gourd."
After saying that, he coughed twice, covering his mouth.
Little drama queen.
Although he wanted to coax her, Zhao Zonglan was not going to back down on such a matter of principle.
"I'm going to Hong Kong on a business trip tomorrow. Shall I take you there for fun?"
Shen Jingni didn't even turn her head, refusing decisively: "No, no, I need to work!"
Zhao Zonglan frowned slightly, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, but thinking that she was still coughing, he didn't light it, just held it in his hand.
He spoke in a calm voice, reminding her, "If I remember correctly, you haven't taken any new orders in the past week."
Shen Jingni suddenly turned around, her cheeks slightly puffed out, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, "Don't look down on me!"
Zhao Zonglan raised an eyebrow slightly.
He waited patiently for her to continue.
Her soft voice carried a hint of anger, "It's not that I don't have business, it's just that it's almost Chinese New Year, and I'm too lazy to take orders."
She raised her voice again: "Besides, Song Jin's order isn't finished yet, I'm busy."
As he was talking, he suddenly started coughing again.
This time it's for real.
Zhao Zonglan picked up the medicine on the table and handed it to her, saying, "Drink the medicine."
Shen Jingni did not want to drink it.
Because she felt that drinking it was useless.
She looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright, and began to ramble on in a sweet, coquettish voice: "Brother, I think you should trust my immune system. It will definitely be able to defeat this little cold monster."
"You can't take so much medicine every time."
"My immune system feels distrusted and will go on strike."
"Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust. Don't you agree?"
Zhao Zonglan was so angry at her twisted logic that he had a headache.
But I still went along with her and said, "Yes."
"However, your immune system is not yet able to defeat the cold monster. As its leader, you should help it."
In management terms, this is called "helping people get on their feet".
Shen Jingni: "..."
Okay, okay, I can't argue with that.
Capitalists are too powerful.
Still not giving up, she changed the subject, "Speaking of hiring, how did you manage to persuade that Mr. Gao to come?"
Zhao Zonglan frowned unhappily, his voice indifferent: "Chang An told you?"
Shen Jingni was stunned.
Oh no, it seems she accidentally exposed Chang An.
New York issues warning.
She quickly grabbed his shirt in a flattering manner, her light eyes brimming with laughter, "Chang An is only doing this for our own good, you won't be angry about this, will you?"
"If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that you personally went to invite him for me, going through all that trouble."
With her eyelashes lowered, she spoke frankly, "I was almost moved to tears at the time."
Shen Jingni is that kind of person.
Don't be conflicted; either express your emotions or speak them out.
There's no need for others to rack their brains guessing.
She makes everyone who loves her feel at ease.
Zhao Zonglan was appeased by her words.
But capitalists will not let go of any opportunity to exploit and profit.
"If you drink the medicine, I won't be angry."
Shen Jingni wanted to cry but had no tears.
Too much talk leads to mistakes; the ancients were right.
To prevent Chang An from being "exiled" to New York, Shen Jingni, with tears in her eyes, could only gulp down her drink in silence.
"Ugh~ This tastes awful, so watery."
She quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue and then asked Zhao Zonglan to pour her some water.
When Zhao Zonglan poured her some water, she refused to drink it.
Shen Jingni harbored malicious intentions.
She looked up at Zhao Zonglan, pointed to her lips, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother, give me a kiss."
Even with their mouths full of the taste of medicine, the capitalists should also suffer.
Zhao Zonglan seemed to have lost his temper after being worn down by her.
He placed the water glass on the table with an indifferent expression, bent down to kiss her, captured her soft lips, and then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"Hmm~ What's up?"
Why did they suddenly start hugging?
Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was low and magnetic: "It's not convenient here, let's go back to the room to kiss."
Shen Jingni understood that look all too well.
She frantically kicked her legs, then started spouting nonsense without batting an eye: "No, no, I'll give you my cough."
Zhao Zonglan kicked open the door and put the person on the bed.
He loosened his tie with one hand, leaned in, looked into her eyes and brows, and said in a deep, seductive voice, "Then pass it on to me."
...
The next day, Zhao Zonglan set off for Gangcheng early in the morning.
Shen Jingni refused to go no matter what, so he didn't force her.
Chang An received a scarf knitted for him by Chang Qingbai yesterday.
Light gray, with a very ordinary stitch and style.
He put it on right away today.
As they were leaving, Zhao Zonglan glanced at it and casually remarked, "Nice scarf."
Chang An scratched his head, somewhat flattered, "Mr. Xie's praise is for the New Year's gift my father gave me; he knitted it himself."
Zhao Zonglan got into the car, seemingly lost in thought.
There's less than a week until Chinese New Year, why hasn't he received a New Year's gift yet?
Both Chang'an and Chang'an have them.
He didn't ask for much; even just a pair of gloves or a tie would be fine.
As long as it's a gift from her, it's fine.
Zhao Zonglan frowned deeply.
His baby is very kind and considerate; it's impossible for him to be deliberately ignored.
The fact that she didn't remember only means that he hadn't done enough.
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