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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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281 Chs

Chapter 35 The True Princess

She was so choked up that she couldn't even cry, "I don't want..."

Wen Yangzhi pulled a best-seller from the latest carton of books, his deep, cool voice ringing in her ear, intimate and eager, unusually gentle:

"Is it this one?"

She shook her head furiously.

He then crisply pulled out a limited edition collector's item. The action was so neat and careless that it creased one of its corners, and he glanced at her sideways, "Or is it this one?"

She sobbed without control, "It's not, I don't want any of them."

Wen Yangzhi casually set that book down and spoke to her earnestly, refusing to brush her off just because she was throwing a tantrum, "If you don't tell me, how will your brother know which one you want?"

The more she thought about it, the more unlucky she felt, reaching to wipe away her tears, tears that kept flowing embarrassingly, wailing:

"I don't want the comic."