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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

He didn't know how to explain this emotion, clearly loving her so much, yet whenever his possessiveness got the better of him, he would forcefully suppress it.


He was twenty-eight, not eighteen, and couldn't just fully express his possessiveness whenever it arose.


He didn't want to limit her freedom, because she was an adult now, with her own thoughts and plans.


His thoughts shouldn't become the shackles that limited her freedom.


Yet he still hoped she would understand, willing to love only him, without any coercion on his part.


Wen Yangzhi's face was expressionless, "Does it make you unhappy to talk more?"


She sat on the carpet, hugging her chest and looking up at him, deliberately nonchalant, "Yeah, I'm happy, I talk to people every day, I dine with them, receive their roses, stroll with them under the sky, unlike you, you even clear out the supermarket when we go shopping."


Chapter 127: The Squirrel Steals Nuts