Chapter 26 Do you want my life?
Tonight, Zhao Zonglan's kisses seemed unusually patient.
Warm, large hands caressed her slender waist through her thin nightgown.
It's a sporadic, tingling sensation that's almost driving you crazy.
Because of his tall stature and overly assertive posture, Shen Jingni was forced to tilt her head back, her moist red lips slightly parted, enduring his aggression.
Long, strong fingers pressed down on her waist.
Shen Jingni's legs went weak.
She tried to push his hand away, but he held it even tighter, locking her firmly in his arms. He was as hot as molten lava, and even through her clothes, he was terrifying.
Zhao Zonglan carried her into the inner room of the bedroom.
He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, his eyes slightly lowered, making it impossible to discern his emotions. Only the passionate kisses continued unabated, from his lips to his neck...
Shen Jingni had no chance of escape.
Her eyes were misty and rippling, and when she responded to him, she was met with an even deeper kiss.
"Zhao Zonglan, without that, it won't work."
Her last shred of reason made her sob.
She placed her hand on his strong chest, her voice sweet and soft, and her eyes held a pitiful stubbornness.
She's only twenty-two and unmarried; it would be terrible if someone died.
Moreover, her relationship with Zhao Zonglan can only be considered a cooperative one, and there is no emotional foundation between them. On matters of principle, they need to be clear about their differences.
Zhao Zonglan stared at her for a few seconds, his pupils dark and unfathomable.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her neck hard, as if venting his helplessness.
He called her in a low, husky voice: "Shen Jingni."
He then began to fiercely pound her lips, his suppressed breaths escaping his throat, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and even the corners of his eyes were red.
Do you want to kill me?
As the last note faded, Zhao Zonglan's hands had already clamped down on her legs.
She was unable to move.
All I heard him say was, "Don't move, be good."
Both fierce and lustful.
It was late at night.
Shen Jingni was finally freed.
Zhao Zonglan had the sheets changed and carried her to the bathroom to take a bath.
She was drowsy, and although the tear stains on her face had not yet dried, she was too tired to care.
But Zhao Zonglan didn't seem to want her to fall asleep so easily.
He held her in his arms, kissed her earlobe, his breath hot, coaxing her to say what she wanted to hear.
For example, the phrase "Zhao Zonglan's beloved girlfriend".
The next morning.
Song Yanting sent someone to invite Zhao Zonglan, saying that a guest from afar wanted to see him.
Seeing that her husband hadn't gotten up yet, Chang An didn't dare to disturb him and could only wait at the door.
Shen Jingni hadn't been sleeping well since dawn.
She felt a burning pain in her stomach, but she was already awake and leaned limply against Zhao Zonglan's chest.
Her hand rested on the man's well-defined abs, her nails unconsciously scratching him, and he immediately clamped her hand down.
"Behave yourself."
Zhao Zonglan's voice was hoarse from just waking up. He slowly opened his tired eyes and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
It's very soft and sweet.
It makes people crave more.
Shen Jingni felt a little uncomfortable. After being pestered and fussing for a while, she turned her face away and avoided him.
"I want to drink water."
She bossed him around in a soft, sweet voice, her beautiful eyes misty and pitiful, making her incredibly endearing.
Zhao Zonglan didn't want to let her go, but he remembered that he had indeed been a bit outrageous last night. The little thing had been bullied by him and cried for a long time, and the skin on her legs was still red.
Never mind, he was going to get up anyway.
Let's also serve her water.
Soon, Zhao Zonglan got up, dressed, and went to the outer room.
Hearing the commotion inside, Chang An mustered up his courage and knocked on the door to come in.
Seeing that Zhao Zonglan was about to reach for the kettle on the tea machine, he hurriedly went over and said, "Sir, let me do it."
Zhao Zonglan remained indifferent, slowly poured water, and then raised his eyelids to look at him: "Speak."
Chang An: "Young Master Song sent someone to invite you, saying that Miss Yue Ling and Miss Rong San have arrived, along with several local officials, and they want to discuss important matters with you."
Important matters?
Zhao Zonglan could guess what important matter they were talking about, but he wasn't very interested. He simply said, "Let them wait."
After saying this, he took the water glass, turned around, and went into the inner room.
Shen Jingni didn't really want to drink water, but her stomach was uncomfortable, and she thought that drinking some hot water would make her feel better.
So, she politely took a few sips from the cup Zhao Zonglan offered and then pushed his hand away, saying, "I don't want to drink anymore."
Zhao Zonglan's handsome brows furrowed slightly.
She was the one who kept asking for water, and she was also the one who kept dawdling and refusing to drink it.
Why are they so difficult to please?
Seeing that his hand holding the water glass hadn't moved and that his expression didn't seem too good, Shen Jingni was afraid of making him angry.
She lazily got out of bed, wrapped her snow-white arms around the man's neck, rubbed her cheek against the crook of his neck, and said in a soft voice, "Zhao Zonglan, you're so good."
He smells so good.
His abs are easy to touch.
Zhao Zonglan put his arm around her waist and then put down the cup in his hand.
If you don't want to drink, then don't. It's not a big deal.
He kissed her cheek, his voice deep and husky: "Come with me to meet a few people, hmm?"
"No, I'm so sleepy," Shen Jingni said coquettishly in his arms. "My legs still hurt too."
She knew he fell for that.
My legs were almost raw last night, all red and it looks like they'll take several days to heal.
Zhao Zonglan didn't say anything more.
He tucked her back into bed, then leaned down and kissed her for a long time before putting on his coat and going out.
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This wasn't Zhao Yueling's first time visiting the hot spring resort.
She loves to have fun, so she'll never miss out on anything fun.
This time, they even brought a ski instructor with them.
While the group was waiting for Zhao Zonglan, she heard Xie Chengsui mention Miss Shen and became quite curious, but unexpectedly, Zhao Zonglan did not bring her.
Miss Zhao was immediately disappointed. "Fifth Brother, where is your Miss Chen?"
Zhao Zonglan raised his hand to refuse a cigarette offered by an official, then glanced at her sideways. "You didn't go to London?"
"I'm not going."
Zhao Yueling pouted, "Let the couple have a peaceful Christmas."
She and her father, who lived far away in England, didn't actually have a deep family bond.
From childhood to adulthood, they met very few times. Although it wasn't like her fifth brother's love, she had never truly experienced fatherly love.
Zhao Zonglan did not want to say more.
He had just sat down when Rong Zaiyi came in with her assistant.
She wore a light purple velvet cheongsam with exquisite embroidery, her long hair was tied in a low bun, and her cheeks were lightly powdered, truly resembling a lady who had stepped out of an ancient painting.
Like a winter plum blossom, gentle yet resilient.
Many people say that the third young lady of the Rong family not only comes from a good family, but also has a clever mind and outstanding talent. Even her performance in the business world is no less than that of any man.
Even the old lady of the Zhao family has always praised her highly.
She was working next door while waiting for Zhao Zonglan.
Rong Zaiyi looked at Zhao Zonglan in the main seat, a gentle smile on her lips. Fearing he might overthink things, she casually mentioned, "I met Yue Ling at the foot of the mountain. When I saw her, I could hardly believe it. It's rare for her to get up so early."
Zhao Zonglan is a person who hates scheming and manipulation the most.
Especially those close to you.
Zhao Yueling was the same age as her, and the two had a good relationship, so they could joke around freely.
Zhao Zonglan picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and didn't look up or say anything.
Xie Chengsui, who was standing next to him, was only there to keep him company.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth, his voice lazy and somewhat nonchalant, "It's not that I got up early, I guess I stayed up all night."
Everyone knows that Zhao Yueling loves to play around, especially with men, and that irregular sleep patterns are common for her.
Xie Chengsui, who was always unrestrained, often did this.
“Third cousin understands me best.” With that, Zhao Yueling yawned. “I’m just a free man, so I won’t bother you here. I’m going out for a stroll.”
Song Yanting hired a maid to accompany her and guide her.
Rong Zaiyi began talking to several officials about the new project.
The cultural and tourism investment projects in the two provinces have policy subsidies, but the investment amount is huge, and a leader is still needed.
Although the Rong family was optimistic about the business, Rong Zaiyi was a cautious person and unwilling to take risks alone.
Jingyao Capital has the capability.
For Zhao Zonglan, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Rong Zaiyi knows Zhao Zonglan very well; he is a very picky person, both when it comes to business and people.
Therefore, when Xie Chengsui mentioned Miss Shen, she didn't take it to heart.
In such a short period of time, how could he possibly fall for anyone easily?
Even she took a very long time to finally walk up to him and start talking to him.
However, that was all; he simply walked up to Zhao Zonglan.
Zhao Zonglan was not very interested in this project.
He just listlessly smoked his cigarette, and after a long while, he finally asked, "How much was the initial investment?"
The official opposite hurriedly said, "Five hundred billion. We have already jointly planned more than a dozen world-class scenic spots. As long as the promotion is in place, the annual visitor flow is expected to exceed 100 million. The current policy can also directly attract international visitors..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zonglan's personal cell phone rang.
He said a brief apology and got up to answer the phone.
The tea room fell silent instantly.
The voice of Shen Jingni came from the other end of the phone, soft and slightly tearful.
"Zhao Zonglan, my stomach hurts."
She was in so much pain that she could only turn to Zhao Zonglan for help in this unfamiliar mountain villa, not because she wanted to bother him.
Zhao Zonglan frowned, and his tone softened slightly, "I'll have the doctor come over. Wait here."
Although Rong Zaiyi couldn't hear what the person on the phone was saying, she had never seen Zhao Zonglan so gentle.
My previously calm heart suddenly panicked.
Zhao Zonglan hung up the phone, turned to Song Yanting and said, "She's not feeling well, I'll go check on her."
Song Yanting nodded. "This estate is full of Western doctors. I'll have someone find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. If you need anything else, just let me know."
"Um."
Zhao Zonglan took the coat from Chang An, glanced at the crowd, and politely said, "Excuse me," before striding away.
Rong Zaiyi stared blankly at his retreating figure.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table, instantly soaking the project proposal in front of her. The ink on the paper gradually blurred as it became damp.
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