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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 gave him a silent, disdainful glance.


She wanted to go over, but Wen Yangzhi simply picked her up. Without a struggle from her, he carried her upstairs to his room.


Yun Yuwan was tossed onto the bed. Propping herself up with her hands, she mocked him, "You seemed to enjoy imitating me so much during this period; why did you stop?"


Wen Yangzhi asked calmly, "Aren't you the one imitating me?"


"I'm not imitating you." Her mouth was as stubborn as a clam.


He began unbuttoning his cuffs and taking off his shirt in front of her. "You're imitating me right now."


Yun Yuwan got up and grabbed his hand to stop him from undressing. "Stop taking it off."


He looked down at her with a sense of superiority and teasing, "Aren't you very lonely? Isn't this what you want?"


She held his hand firmly but her words remained provokingly composed, "It must be hard for you to attend a class that doesn't pay, when I thought your work involved deals of tens of millions in minutes."


Chapter 159: Compound_3