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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 46: Young Age with Old Cold Legs

His movements were sudden, and Yun Yuwan was too close to Wen Yangzhi, the overpowering masculine scent assaulting her, making her feel unnatural all over.

She wanted to avoid his gaze, his eyes and body were too intensely burning, and she couldn't resist at that moment.

The wind outside made the windows rattle slightly, which should have sounded cool, but the atmosphere inside was quite the opposite, with her hand still pressed against his chest.

Yun Yuwan dared not look at him, "Brother."

Yun Yuwan looked around, refusing to meet his gaze, her large round eyes even drooping, yet still curved into the shape of a crescent moon.

Her face had no distinct angles, except for a small, delicate nose, displaying an uncontrollable naive charm, the same as when she was sixteen or seventeen.

Wen Yangzhi's hand pressed on her waist, gently patting her:

"Looking at what?"

She shuddered, finally slowly raising her eyes to meet his gaze, unaware of what was happening.