Chapter 74 With me here, no one dares to touch you
The smell and heat of gunpowder from the muzzle hadn't dissipated yet, as if reminding him that the bullet that shattered the vase had deliberately missed by half an inch; otherwise, his head would have been blown to bits.
Xiang Xu'an was so frightened that he trembled all over and was covered in cold sweat.
He suddenly realized that this was the real Zhao Zonglan.
That tyrant whom everyone feared.
That girl held a very important place in his heart, and no one else was allowed to say a word about her.
"No, it won't happen again, I promise..."
Zhao Zonglan didn't speak, his expression indifferent, as he tossed the gun in his hand to Chang An.
He casually picked up the bottle of Macallan 1926 whiskey on the table, poured most of the bottle on Xiang Xu'an's face.
The alcohol irritated the still-bleeding wound, causing a burning pain. His mouth was filled with the spiciness of whiskey and the metallic taste of blood. He couldn't even open his eyes, only managing weak, hissing coughs.
Zhao Zonglan took the handkerchief Chang An handed him, slowly wiped his hands, and then turned to leave.
He indifferently instructed Chang An: "Tell Gu Qian to sever all cooperation with the Xiang family."
"Also, notify the Ministry of Justice and have them prosecute Xiang Xu'an on charges of embezzlement and usury."
Some partners might occasionally pull some dirty tricks behind the scenes, but as long as they don't harm Jingyao's interests, Zhao Zonglan has always been too lazy to care.
But this time is different.
He wanted to ensure that Xiang Xu'an would never be able to recover.
This is also a small warning to everyone present tonight.
No one has the right to covet Zhao Zonglan's people.
Although Shen Jingni was lively and outgoing since childhood, she always felt something was off about the Xiang family mansion and this Mrs. Xiang, and didn't want to stay any longer.
She was about to go find Zhao Zonglan when she saw him coming out of the banquet hall.
Remembering that she was still angry with him, Shen Jingni deliberately put on a cold face, pouted, and asked impatiently, "Zhao Zonglan, how boring, when are we going back?"
"Now."
Zhao Zonglan spoke in a calm tone, his expression aloof as he grasped her hand.
Shen Jingni was led downstairs by him, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Aren't we going to say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Xiang?"
"Need not."
"oh."
Recalling what Qiao Peiyao had said, Shen Jingni hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
But she's not good at hiding it.
Even though she didn't mention it at the time, she told Zhao Zonglan everything on the way back.
She fiddled with the pretty fluff on her shawl, her tone a little puzzled, "That Mrs. Xiang not only invited me to stay at the Xiang family's house for a while, but also offered to make room for me in a whole house. She's being a little too hospitable."
"Moreover, the layout of their house was so strange, it looked like an ancient palace with three palaces and six courtyards. I even saw several young and beautiful women..."
At this point, Shen Jingni seemed to suddenly understand something.
Her voice stopped abruptly, her clear, peach-blossom eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
A wave of fear instantly spread through my limbs and bones, and my fingertips went numb.
Although Shen Jingni is somewhat naive, she is not stupid.
Xiang Xu'an, that old lecher, has taken a liking to her, and Qiao Peiyao, his lawfully wedded first wife, is actually helping him find and arrange other women.
Actually, this is not uncommon in the industry.
Most business marriages among the wealthy involve each party going their own way, but no one expected that Qiao Peiyao would be so obedient and accommodating.
Shen Jingni felt inexplicably afraid.
At this point, she no longer cared whether she was still angry with Zhao Zonglan.
Feeling a bit scared, she threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly. Only when she felt his body temperature and breath did she feel a little more at ease.
Zhao Zonglan noticed her unease and frowned slightly.
He raised his hand to touch her head, his voice low and deep: "What are you afraid of?"
"With me here, no one will dare to touch you."
Shen Jingni felt relieved, but then suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, Zhao Zonglan was there.
He can protect her.
Fortunately, the person holding her was Zhao Zonglan.
Shen Jingni looked up from his arms, her voice dejected, "Brother, I don't want to stay in San Francisco anymore."
Zhao Zonglan lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Where do you want to go? Back to China?"
"I'm not going back." Shen Jingni shook her head violently.
Shen Qingyan is still in the capital. If he goes back now, he will definitely run into him.
She clung to his shoulders, smiling ingratiatingly, and asked in a sweet, coquettish voice, "I want to go to Las Vegas, brother, will you take me?"
Shen Jingni's thinking was very realistic and direct.
She just wanted to take advantage of Zhao Zonglan's support to win a few rounds at the mahjong table and vent all the anger she had suffered at the mahjong table.
But Zhao Zonglan didn't want to take her.
After what happened tonight, he didn't want to take her to places where people mingled.
It's too chaotic and unsafe.
Seeing that Zhao Zonglan didn't speak, Shen Jingni hooked his finger again, leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, coaxing him sweetly, "Oh, just say yes to me."
This little girl in my arms is so adorable.
Even the usually assertive Zhao Zonglan was somewhat moved.
He spoke to her in a deep voice, "Shall I take you to New York?"
"No, I don't want to go to New York..."
Shen Jingni started to whine and tease him again. She moved closer, straddled his lap, and pleaded pitifully, "Brother, please."
She's too dishonest.
When speaking, it rubs against you.
The rage within Zhao Zonglan was easily ignited.
The well-tailored trousers had some wrinkles.
He pressed down on her waist, his eyes dark and deep, his tone as forceful as ever: "Be obedient."
Shen Jingni is disobedient.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her red lips brushing against his earlobe, deliberately teasing him, her voice soft and sweet, "Please, *".
The moment that word was uttered, Zhao Zonglan's eyes darkened abruptly, filled with intense desire.
He applied more pressure, pressing her closer to him, his voice low and sexy: "Behave yourself."
By the time Shen Jingni realized something was wrong, it was too late.
Zhao Zonglan ordered the driver to stop the car.
The driver and Chang An silently opened the door and got out.
...
Shen Jingni sat in Zhao Zonglan's arms.
His shirt was still neatly worn, except that the top two buttons were undone, revealing a small portion of his collarbone.
The belt on his black trousers was undone.
Shen Jingni weakly clung to his shoulders with both hands. Her hairpin had been removed at some point, and her long hair fluttered, obscuring her flushed cheeks.
The pretty light pink dress was loose, and the hem of the skirt kept swaying in waves.
The modified top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce is extremely soundproof and noise-reducing.
But this was, after all, a situation where… Shen Jingni dared not cry or scream. She bit her lower lip tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound.
Zhao Zonglan took her soft lips into his mouth, sucking and grinding them until her breath was ragged before pulling away slightly.
Then, gently coaxing, "Baby, I'll let you go if you call out one more time."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jingni became very obedient and immediately whispered in his ear twice.
But she forgot that capitalists are not going to easily let go of the opportunity to exploit people.
Zhao Zonglan became even more ruthless.
He let out a soft, satisfied chuckle and praised her, "So good."
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