A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 36 - 30 I Really Love You
Chapter 36: Chapter 30 I Really Love You
Chapter 36 -30 I Really Love You
How should she describe how much she loves him? Every time his name is mentioned, she can’t help but feel her eyes grow hot, and when she hears others mention Wen Yangzhi’s name, she instinctively lowers her head, fearing she might cry.
Her chest is swollen with regrets.
If only she hadn’t met him when both her parents had passed away, if only she were as old as her brother when he started dating, would he have considered her first?
Why can’t he be with her? She can assure that only she could love him this much.
Could her brother possibly look at her, too?
But back then, she didn’t know she would secretly endure the pain of loving him for so many years.
Eventually, she dared not write in her diary on paper, fearing someone would see, so she set multiple privacy locks on her phone. Unlocking the phone with a unique code revealed another device solely for her diary app, which she kept private, accessible only with a password that she alone knew.
The day of Hong Kong’s return.
You see, that seems to have nothing to do with Wen Yangzhi.
When she was eighteen, she feared so much that others would find out she liked Wen Yangzhi, that she loved Wen Yangzhi deeply.
When Wen Yangzhi asked her what she wanted for her coming-of-age ceremony, she blurted out that she wanted a Maple tree.
Her brother probably thought she would ask for something hard to come by and was slightly surprised to hear she only wanted a tree, but he murmured a soft ‘okay’ in response.
He seldom took things to heart, but he carefully chose and gifted her a sapling. Everyone thought she would take good care of it, but the tree disappeared from their home after a few months. Believing she had accidentally killed it, the family, mindful of her feelings, never asked about it.
But that tree was in her villa in Belgium, right in the center of the yard. She had fenced it in herself, built the summer shade pergola with her own hands, pruned unhealthy side branches during the growing season, and had handpicked every sharp stone out of the soil.
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It was there that she dared to pour all her love into that Maple.
Everyone thought it was dead, but she knew the love was budding, growing wildly; it had never stopped.
And the day she first saw her brother.
When he heard she was the daughter of Wen Uncle’s old friend, he merely cast his eyes down slightly, giving her a small nod under the flourishing Maple, his dark short hair lifted slightly, looking fresh yet lonely.
The breeze fluttered through his white t-shirt, its hem wafting, and below it his Fuxi pupils were large and black, long and deep-set, with tight and neat endpoints, his pronounced philtrum leading to his thin lips, exuding a strong sense of mature masculinity, yet his demeanor was restrained.
She, a bit slow to react, nodded back.
The ‘brother’ she wanted to address him as, remained unsaid.
She had no brother; she was not used to saying the word.
Her brother rarely stayed at home, or rather, he seldom spent time with other family members.
It was the first time she learned that the most secluded villa in Wen Garden was her brother’s private domain.
The relationship between her brother and his uncles and aunts was distant, or perhaps he was just naturally aloof and detached, not needing much time with family.
Whenever her brother came home, he would head straight to Jing Building.
In fact, there was also a room for him in the villa where other family members frequently stayed.
She’d heard from the family that he used to live with them until he was seventeen.
But after turning seventeen, he mostly lived alone.
As a result, she even felt a bit relieved, secretly glad there was one less person she had to be cautious around, feeling there was no difference whether her brother was home or not.
As long as her aunt and uncle were not home, there was only her and the maids in the house, allowing her usually tense mind to relax slightly.
That was until one time in eleventh grade, just before transferring from her old school, her classmates secretly planned a farewell party for her. She was a complete mess from the emotion of the moment, thinking luckily the aunt and uncle were out, and for the first time, she stayed out until after midnight.
Since her parents’ death, that was the first time she felt loved and cared for, and it was also the first time she had let herself relax to such an extent.
When she arrived home, she expected darkness but was surprised to see the lights on the first floor.
She realized something and, with a sense of unease, stepped in to see a figure on the deep-sea sharkskin sofa next to the standing antique clock.
Sitting right in the center of the living room.
A face both familiar and foreign, his profile showing bold contours with a prominent nose bridge and brow ridges, a sharply defined jawline as if drawn with a hard pen, making him appear lean and straight in his black t-shirt and deep blue jeans, dark enough to make him seem more mature.
The lights were not fully on, and her brother’s face was half in shadow, half in light, his eyes slightly lifted to look at her.
His voice carried the unique coolness of youth, yet his voice had long matured, low and calm, “You’re back late.”
Her mind went blank at that moment, standing by the door, staring at Wen Yangzhi’s face, with a buzzing in her head.
She had never imagined anyone at home would care about her whereabouts.
Let alone that someone would be waiting for her.
But Wen Yangzhi spoke evenly, without a ripple, his eyes on her, “Where have you been?”
Her hand on the doorknob began to sweat, “I was at a reunion with old classmates. I’ll be transferring schools next semester, and I wanted… one more gathering with them.”
“I’m sorry, I won’t do this again.”
However, he did not say much more, his face still difficult to read, his tone consistently mild, “Next time it’s this late, have the driver pick you up.”
She looked at him, somewhat surprised, her grip on the doorknob slightly relaxing.
He stood up and left, and Yun Yuwan’s mind was foggy, not even realizing what that signified.
It wasn’t until the next day, as the butler and Auntie Qin were watching the gardener trim the trees, that it was suddenly brought up:
“Young Master Wen came over last night. He sat here until midnight.”
Zhao Qin, surprised and excited, exclaimed, “Really?”
The butler confirmed it repeatedly.
Zhao Qin was full of regret:
“Ah, if I had known he was coming, both his father and I would have come back earlier last night.”
Back then, the butler was not Uncle Deng, but someone who was good at currying favor and looking down on others depending on their superiors’ moods, subtly showing it, albeit just a little, which the sensitive Yun Yuwan could detect:
“Last night there was nobody in the villa. Young Master Wen even asked about Miss Yun, but hearing that she wasn’t there, he sat by himself until three or four in the morning.”
Zhao Qin was too preoccupied to care about whether Yun Yuwan was there or not, just felt a pang of regret that her son must have really missed them, which is why he came to sit here.
Ever since his father deceived him under the pretense of wanting to admire his son’s art portfolio, saying he had never seen his precious child’s drawings and then tearing them up and shredding them with a paper shredder as soon as he got them, the son had never been close to them again.
Suddenly, Yun Yuwan realized something.
Her brother, hearing that she wasn’t back, had waited in the empty villa until midnight, sitting in the most conspicuous place, and only left after seeing her return.
When she came in, he didn’t even glance at his phone, just sat there, simply waiting.
Her palms began to sweat involuntarily.
But she did not say anything.
It was as if there was a secret, known only to the two of them in this family.
Her brother had been waiting for her to come home.
Suddenly, she felt as if connected by a thread,
In this family, someone would wait for her return.
