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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 37: The Duck Hits the Tree

She hadn't expected it, but her brother was as close to her as he had just been, not losing the special place she held with him just because she had stepped out for a bit.

Wen Yangzhi wanted to hear about her experiences at school and asked her quietly, "What about this skirt?"

"They call me Schwarzenegger."

The muscular and athletic image of Schwarzenegger didn't fit her at all, and Wen Yangzhi stopped flipping through his book, curious, "Why do they call you Schwarzenegger?"

She said with a sense of grievance, "Isn't it summer recently? I always wear those thin silk stockings, and they laugh at me, saying I'm always wearing stockings as if trying to seduce someone, deliberately misinterpreting my intentions, and even insulting me, calling me 'Stocking Schwarzenegger.'

Wen Yangzhi looked down and saw she was wearing those nearly transparent silk stockings right now.

It made Wen Yangzhi laugh inexplicably for a moment.

She clearly felt her brother's exasperation.