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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

Wen Yangzhi replied with a greeting but felt something was off. He called Uncle Deng, "Is Yuwan at home?"


Uncle Deng was puzzled and explained, "Miss Yun just left with her suitcase. She said she needed to go out for a bit, as you know."


Wen Yangzhi, of course, had no idea what Uncle Deng was talking about, but if she was taking her suitcase, it was highly unlikely she was just going out to stay overnight.


He immediately went downstairs, entered the underground garage, got in his car, and in the dimly lit underground garage checked the flights to Belgium. The flight she would have taken had already departed.


She had only lived in these two places.


He found there were still two flights to London, but one departed from Pudong Airport and the other from Hongqiao Airport. These two airports were far apart, and if there was traffic, it could take two to three hours to travel between them.


By that time, she would have already taken off.


Chapter 134 I'm not averse to marriage