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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.
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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

A Crazy Love Proposal

If they had been told before that Wen Yangzhi could eat someone's leftovers with such ease,


Wen Wei and Zhao Qin would have never believed it.


Yet it happened right under their noses.


A servant stepped forward to pour water for Yun Yuwan, but Wen Yangzhi picked up the cup first, his pale hand steadying the glass as he put it down without even blinking an eyelid, "Make it hot."


Realizing Yun Yuwan probably couldn't drink cold water, the servant hurried to get hot water.


Wen Yangzhi acted as if only he and Yun Yuwan were present at the table, "Did your stomach feel uncomfortable when you slept last night?"


"It was alright." Yun Yuwan responded softly.


The volume of their conversation was low; it could almost be ignored as ambient background noise.


But Zhao Qin couldn't pretend not to hear.


For seven whole years, so when did it start?


Zhao Qin suddenly interrupted their conversation, her voice suppressed and gloomy, "Can you not sleep in your brother's room?"


Chapter 117: Do You Like Me?