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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

Her long hair was blown by the wind, brushing across his tall and stately nose bridge as she opened her mouth to say, "Don't kiss."


But as she spoke, the word "don't" slightly puckered her lips until they touched his.


The kiss was but a fleeting moment; as she uttered the next word, their lips parted, barely touching, inciting a yearning for exploration.


Wen Yangzhi leaned in further, his broad shoulders and back blocking out the light in her view. He was backlit, his hair haloed by the glow, casting an enchantment of tangled emotions.


His hand already cradling her face, he asked, "Don't want to?"


Her entire space seemed imprisoned by him. He didn't hug or kiss her, yet the discomfort and sense of infiltration were profound.


She tried to tilt her head to avoid him, but he held her face, not allowing her to turn away, his lips pressing down. Despite having kissed many times before, she was still lured by his breath.


Chapter 156 The Banker's Daughter