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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 woke up in the morning and rolled into his embrace. Stirred awake by her, he cracked open an eye and casually draped an arm around her, gently pushing away the hair covering her face, "Morning."


"What time do you need to get up?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him.


His voice, raspy from just waking up, sounded like there was a bass in his throat, "Hand me my phone."


She fetched his phone from the nightstand and gave it to him. He glanced at it and casually tossed it aside:


He drew her closer, enveloping her in his arms, soft and petite, so much so that he wished he could tie her to his body.


The scent of the man seeped into her nostrils, finding its way through every pore.


Her voice was very quiet, "Shall we get up then?"


He caressed her soft behind, his palm pressing down so that her flesh spilled out between his fingers, gripping her tightly, yet his voice was gentle, "Get up and do what?"


Chapter 160: Utterly Bewitching, Isn't It?