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A Crazy Love Proposal

Yun Yuwan carelessly lost Wen Yangzhi's letter, but the foreign butler assured her with certainty, "That was a love letter." She had been secretly in love with Wen Yangzhi for many years, and upon learning it was a love letter, she returned home overnight. Clutching the hope that he also liked her, she began to respond. At the dinner table, he said, "Come sit here" She ended up sitting on his lap, dressed in suit pants. When he renovated his newly bought villa, she playfully said she didn't like the crystal chandeliers. Some time later, his assistant told her: The letter Wen Yangzhi had sent was not a love letter at all, but a nine-figure check, intended as a birthday gift. The assistant laughed distantly, "Director Wen can't even be bothered to buy gifts, how could you think he liked you, Miss Yun?" — Long afterward, when Yun Yuwan brought up the incident with shame, Wen Yangzhi didn't reply, he just sparked his lighter, a tiny flame dancing on his handsome face, appearing indifferent and aloof. He never said it wasn't a love letter, Not all love letters contain sweet nothings, At least Wen Yangzhi's didn't. He wouldn't do something so cheap and insincere. Knowing that the men who approached her were after her money. He simply wanted to tell her. Her bit of money, he didn't care for it. — A nine-figure check expires in ten days, I've waited for you for ten years, undying affection still clouds my senses. — Self-loving, beautiful heroine x man whose bark is harder than his bite Independent brand florist x pioneering banker Theme: Adults don't deal in pretense

QuZhao · Urban
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295 Chs
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Chapter 20 Wanwan

Her chest was suddenly pressed without warning by someone; no one had ever dared to do such a thing before. Wen Yangzhi stared at her with drooping eyelids, his gaze cold enough to chill the bone.

But she was oblivious to the hint, her hand not moving away, and it even looked like she intended to keep pressing.

Wen Yangzhi finally spoke, his face expressionless, "Eighty."

She was confused for a moment, "What eighty?"

"Bench press." He did not want to say another word.

She finally understood and exclaimed with admiration in her eyes, "Brother is more impressive than I thought; no wonder Brother could carry me into the Jing Building."

Still failing to read the room, her hand remained on his chest.

Wen Yangzhi reached out, grabbed her hand, and moved it away from his body:

"How long do you intend to bring up something from six years ago?"

Her focus was solely on him, and she deliberately pretended to be rueful to provoke him: