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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 65 Jealous Criticism of Sneaky Crawling

She propped her elbow on the sofa, kneeling on the Cartier woven carpet, looking up at him. Meanwhile, he sat in front of her, his gaze lowered towards her, his presence so intense that it almost enveloped her.

Yun Yuwan's hand was on his thigh; using it as leverage, she got up and sat in his lap. He naturally accepted her, as if his embrace had been waiting just to hold her, waiting to wrap her in his arms.

She whispered softly, "Why did you just get back, I've been waiting for you all day."

"What have you been doing in my room?" Wen Yangzhi supported the outside of her thigh.

Her face beamed with satisfaction, "Lying on Wen Yangzhi's bed, smelling Wen Yangzhi's scent, looking at Wen Yangzhi's bathroom, wardrobe, desk."

In Wen Yangzhi's hand was a lighter. He steadied her with only the last three fingers of his hand, the cold lighter pressed against the side of her leg, "Entertaining yourself?"