A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 69 - 52 Wen Yangzhis Wife
Chapter 69: Chapter 52: Wen Yangzhi’s Wife
Chapter 69 -52: Wen Yangzhi’s Wife
He leaned back in his chair, his shoulders slightly broader than the backrest, looking sensual even in pajamas, with the top two buttons casually undone, the line of his neck tracing elegantly downwards, showcasing his distinct collarbones, exuding a sort of decadent yet casual handsomeness.
Wen Yangzhi’s eyes met hers without engagement, his tone indifferent, “If there’s anything else, get it all out at once.”
She hadn’t expected him to actually touch her. Although she wasn’t very opposed to it, she felt a bit embarrassed, “How can you just touch someone like that?”
Wen Yangzhi picked up his chopsticks again, lightly tapping the tip against the bottom of the bowl to align them, a gesture done with elegant ease, yet his voice remained aloof, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I didn’t say I wanted it now,” she muttered under her breath.
He methodically picked up food with his chopsticks and placed it in her bowl but did not look at her, an air of detachment about him, “Then don’t say it next time.”
Seeing him still serving her food, Yun Yuwan felt somewhat ashamed to speak, as he wasn’t actually angry.
Her voice grew softer,
“…Why can’t I say it?”
Wen Yangzhi’s tone was neither frivolous nor unusual, but casual, “If you ask for it, I’ll give it to you. I thought you really needed it.”
She suddenly stopped all thoughts of arguing with him. It wasn’t that he disregarded her wishes; rather, if she said it, he would comply.
He did not ignore any of her requests, no matter how unreasonable they seemed. Even if she joked with him, he would take her seriously.
Yun Yuwan felt like a cold hand warming up close to a fireplace, the snowflakes melting away.
Her brother actually loved her a lot.
Wen Yangzhi still maintained his unfathomable composure, sitting still and erect, his posture and demeanor naturally demanding respect, relaxed, yet inherently exuding nobility.
She thought he resembled a cup of Xijian Spring Snow—green and lustrous in color, clear and bright in soup, with a lingering fragrance, served in the expensive Sui White Porcelain, all of which spoke of the enduring heritage that one would recognize as “Chuzhou Xijian,” the innate backdrop of his origin. Yet, such a person would treat her differently.
As long as she asked, she would receive…
All her life, Yun Yuwan had never been told such words.
She wanted many things: unique attention, kisses as passionate as fire, flowers and gifts, to feel loved every moment.
She desperately wanted to be an indispensable part of someone’s life, not to be insignificant to everyone in the world, whose lives wouldn’t lack anything without her, because a place for her never existed in their lives in the first place.
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After her parents passed away, she lost her sense of belonging in this world.
She yearned to be someone’s important and special existence.
And not like it had always been for so long that even if she died, she was sure that her aunt and uncle wouldn’t grieve, because she wasn’t someone important to them; she had never been part of their lives as a daughter.
Lin Chu might be sad for a while, but would eventually forget, because Lin Chu had too many friends and was the center of attention. She even thought about her aunt who became mute due to illness, her childhood playmates from next door, and the people she met in London who sold snail rice noodles.
In the end, she could only conclude that if she died, the person most saddened by it might actually be Yang Ni.
Because Yang Ni was the person who liked her the most and always took great care of her.
She didn’t dare to imagine Wen Yangzhi caring much about her well-being.
For him, she was just a family friend’s sister fostered by the Wen Family, raised by them for a few years, but with no real ties to the Wen Family, no adoption, not even on the same household registration book.
Apart from a few years of care, there was no relation, and it would be brazen for her to remain with the Wen Family after becoming an adult, relying on the frequent calls from Zhao Qin inquiring when she would return, so she dared not go back to the Wen Family, even during holidays.
To call herself his sister was to overreach.
To take the title of the eldest son’s sister of the Wen Bank was an ascent through countless social strata, a role she could never achieve in her lifetime.
To consider having a romantic relationship with him seemed out of the question.
Yun Yuwan gazed into his eyes, and for a moment, her own seemed to steam up with warmth.
Feeling like she was becoming an important part of someone, even just the hint of it, was enough to make her happy.
The wife of Wen Yangzhi—perhaps she was now validating that status. She hadn’t expected him to care so much about every word she said.
Yun Yuwan sat closer, her head resting against Wen Yangzhi’s arm. His chopstick use became somewhat clumsy, but he never reprimanded her.
Yun Yuwan felt the warmth of the affection, being able to snuggle up to him without reservation, without fear of being turned away, no need for awkwardness or anxiety. He was willing to indulge her.
