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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

Looking at him, stiff as a zombie, Yun Yuwan wanted to laugh, but she patiently refrained, waiting to provoke him further.


She leaned against the car door, one elbow resting on the rearview mirror. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the evening bag hanging on Wen Yangzhi's mirror, her sandy red lips clasping one, gently biting the burst bead, shielding the flame as she lit up.


Wen Yangzhi turned his head and saw her releasing the lighter. He leaned close to her and asked in a low voice, "Why have you started smoking now?"


There was no hint of interrogation in his voice, just a lowered stance, wondering why she had changed so much.


He got too close, and she exhaled gently. The smoke wound its way up, past his handsome and upright face.


The murmured words pierced through Wen Yangzhi like a long thorn, "You need to prepare for pregnancy, but I don't."


His heart fluttered in the flirtatious night breeze, "Yuwan."


Chapter 146 Our Child Is One Year Old