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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

Jiang Jianqing was still somewhat shocked, "Even if it were five million, it might barely be understandable, but this is five hundred million."


He answered in a low voice, "But if Yun Yuwan deceived me, it doesn't matter how much it is."


"Have you ever thought that she came back to play you?" Jiang Jianqing sighed.


Seeing that Wen Yangzhi was looking at him, he continued, "Because you're rich."


Leaning against the genuine leather sofa, somewhat tipsy, his slender fingers like jade pipes rested on the high bridge of his nose, rubbing the sides of his glabella, trying to sober up, "In Shanghai, there are countless wealthy people, but she's set her sights on me. Perhaps she wants to be entangled with me again, right?"


But before Jiang Jianqing could speak, he heard him muttering, "If she didn't want any further entanglement with me, she wouldn't make an issue out of money."


Chapter 148 Castrate Those Men