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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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251 Chs

Chapter 82 Praise Kink

Everyone thought the person in the poster was Umi, not knowing it was actually Yun Yuwan.

The two girls took a photo with her, right in front of the pictorial.

Her eyes round like cat's pupils, pitch-black with clear distinction between black and white, resembling a spirited creature in the clear and serene mountains, her clean palm-sized face, soft cheeks, thick and straight hair like a waterfall—she wasn't just sweet, she had a cool sweetness that surpassed mere sweetness, more akin to a cold beauty.

Because when she wasn't smiling, she still had clear and piercing lines, a distinct beauty's tip, a straight and crisp bridge of the nose, jawline tapering gradually, with an extremely delicate chin that was pitiable yet displayed an innate stubbornness.

Smiling and not smiling, she was like two different people, as if a beautiful ghost from the "Book of Songs," when all noise returns to the mountain, covered by ivy and clingy vines.