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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

Zhao Qin felt defeated, her heart seemingly constrained, "Are you really not going to consider Hong Sheng? Hong Sheng has always been thinking about you, and if you two were together, it would be more convenient to take care of Qingqing."


"We'll talk about it later," Yun Yuwan replied amiably, yet firmly refused to yield.


Zhao Qin didn't dare to pressure her, especially since she felt guilty. Having a baby on her own was where Hong Sheng had failed her more, "Are you staying at home today then?"


Zhao Qin was overjoyed, "Then I'll ask the nutritionist to prepare some complementary foods for the child, and also prepare your favorite asparagus."


Qingqing wandered back and forth nearby, seemingly fascinated by the unusually long sofa—long, big, and wide, nearly six meters in length, upholstered in cherished deep-sea sharkskin that was smooth and wonderful to touch.


Chapter 158 I'm a bit at a loss