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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.
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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

Yun Yuwan had tried to reason with him loudly but couldn't help breaking into laughter.


She was laughing while trying to restrain herself from continuing the argument, still wanting to maintain a serious face, "Who says this handprint is mine? Can't you properly recall where this handprint actually came from?"


Wen Yangzhi watched her, she didn't seem to be lying.


But the handprint couldn't have appeared out of nowhere.


Obviously, he wouldn't specifically remember whether there was a handprint on a book he borrowed from ten years ago, such an insignificant detail.


Wen Yangzhi wanted to let the matter slide.


But suddenly an image flashed in his mind, a little girl with curly hair, not natural curls, seemed like she'd curled it to look pretty, suddenly bumping into him, picking up and pressing a handprint on his book.


Wen Yangzhi suddenly grabbed her wrist to compare it with the handprint on the book's cover.


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