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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 felt his eyes inexplicably moistening.


As he got older, there were fewer and fewer sincere people around him; only one or two friends who could still talk remained, each busy with their own careers and with little time for emotional exchanges.


At home, his wife and he had a contract marriage and thus lacked deep feelings. If it hadn't been to avoid an arranged marriage, he wouldn't have been so eager to get married. Most evenings he spent alone, with no one to listen to his feelings of loneliness and suffering.


He always thought that the five or six-year age difference between him and his brother meant a certain generation gap. His brother usually didn't chat with him, only bringing gifts back from his travels. He had never expected his brother to care so much about their relationship.


A middle-aged man's tears come so easily.


Just a little bit of care can make them overflow.


Chapter 150 Where Did Your Assist Go?_2