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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.
—
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

Suddenly, it was the second wave of evidence of the technology patent fraud scandal, nailed down, a headline news.


And it was still the same media outlet as last time.


The Financial Daily that had just come out this morning.


Wen Yangzhi had someone fetch it and place it on his desk.


Zhou Fei hadn't expected him to be so eager to advance things that he'd personally go to place the news.


Wen Yangzhi's voice was slow and lingering, like the curling smoke from a coffee cup, carrying the plummy aroma of coffee grounds which, upon close taste, was slightly bitter:


"Why are you causing trouble in Magu's case?"


Zhou Fei could still manage a smile in response, "Maybe it's because my face isn't big enough, those in the tech finance press don't care for it, only when you step in—"


Wen Yangzhi didn't have much time to listen to her excuses: "These, I had the staff contact them."


Zhou Fei felt as if she had been nailed to the spot by a thick needle.


Chapter 117: Do You Like Me?_3