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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

She complained in a sticky and muddled tone, "I hate Wen Yangzhi to death."


Wen Yangzhi's chest was close to hers, his hand bracing her lower back, almost imperceptibly enveloping her in his embrace, as he spoke slowly and softly, "Then who doesn't hate me?"


Her gaze was level with his chest; although his muscles were quite refined, not overly so, his tailored shirts gave an illusion of being both loose and snug. When he suddenly picked her up, there was a tension as if the shirt across his chest might burst open.


She buried her head in his chest, "That very handsome brother."


When his pectoral muscles relaxed, they felt soft, and Yun Yuwan thought it felt like resting her head on a pillow.


He spoke with feigned heartlessness, "That brother won't care about you."


She straightened up, her palm resting on his chest, "He's not yet infatuated with me to death."


Wen Yangzhi always maintained a mocking smile, half-closing his eyes as he looked at her, "Oh."


Chapter 129: Husband