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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

Yun Yuwan was silent for a second before spitting out two words:


Wen Yangzhi, holding the ring, tensed slightly.


She took the ring from the tip of his finger and threw it back into his chest, "Don't flatter yourself. Take the ring and get out."


But he grasped the hand that discarded the ring and made a man's promise, "Let me take care of you and the child. Whether you want to pursue a career or live freely, I'll take the responsibility and the burden."


"But blood ties can't be severed, it's also my child," he tightened his grip on her hand, "More importantly, responsibility can't be severed either, and I want to take responsibility."


Her attitude seemed to soften a bit, as she just sat down and asked calmly and distantly:


"Is your stuff still as neatly organized as before?"


He knew what she wanted to ask and also sat down in front of her, "I no longer obsessively keep things tidy."


Chapter 154: When Successful, Let Go of the Father and Keep the Son