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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 44 Don't Leave_2

Three thousand square feet in the most expensive district, and the staff responsible for maintenance asked her what name she wanted to give to the art gallery, which so easily became hers.

She stepped forward almost close enough to touch him. Her clear, spirited eyes brimming with the fading colors of spring, with an initiating spark, "Brother, thank you."

Their adjacent body heat nearly drove the man to act on impulse, Wen Yangzhi barely sat on the island bench behind him. He tapped the floor with his long legs, his voice faint, "Going back?"

Yun Yuwan looked puzzled, "Back where?"

He reminded her without emotion, "Belgium."

Before she could say "I am," Wen Yangzhi handed her the cup of hot water, his eyelids half-closed, "Don't go back."

When Wen Yangzhi said such things, it was as if a clear, crisp snowy day spontaneously combusted.

She found it incredible, and for a moment, her moist and tender deer eyes filled with the warmth of spring as she gazed at him.