A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 77 - 56 How Is This Not a Happy Life_2
Chapter 77: Chapter 56 How Is This Not a Happy Life_2
Chapter 77 -56 How Is This Not a Happy Life_2
Yet when she looked at someone with anticipation, most of the time she couldn’t refuse, even if the requests were somewhat excessive, making one want to satisfy her.
Because her eyes were filled with admiration and sincerity.
Wen Yangzhi was no exception.
She tugged at his shirt excessively, “That building doesn’t count, I was just kidding, I didn’t expect you to really have one.”
Wen Yangzhi gazed at her, “What do you want?”
His eyes showed a focus that allowed no other distraction, only her.
It made her feel as if his attention was entirely on her, as Wen Yangzhi looked at her with deep affection.
Big brother liked her.
Yun Yuwan almost didn’t want to look away, indulging in the mutual gaze, “I want you to stay with me all the time.”
The love in her eyes seemed ready to overflow.
But what she said was within expectations.
Today, just kissing her made her want more, after kissing her, she wanted to sleep with him, after sleeping with him she wanted a relationship, for him to say that he had been waiting six years just to pamper her, for him to always be with her.
It was as if to love meant to love to the utmost, with a passion that was unrivaled, unique, and incomparable, only then would it count as true love for her.
His slightly stirred affections couldn’t make the cut.
“Stay with you?” Wen Yangzhi chuckled lazily, “I’m old, I might die early.”
She buried her face in his chest, breathing in his cool, faint scent, “No problem, I’ll just stay up late more often, so I can die early as well, together with you.”
He actually felt like a delicate paper covering the heaven’s window had been punctured by the paw of an ignorant puppy.
Everything she said made sense in her own way.
She even lifted her face, grinning, “Should we stay up tonight or not?”
Wen Yangzhi’s lips, usually set in a standard, cold curve, relaxed slightly, “I never stay up late, staying up to some extent equates to slow suicide.”
Yet she couldn’t understand rejection, her face playfully cheerful, “But even though staying up is a slow death, how is it not a kind of pleasure?”
Her hand caressed his toned waist and abdomen, looking up at him with satisfaction, “Especially when staying up with Wen Yangzhi.”
Wen Yangzhi scoffed lightly but couldn’t help finding her a bit cute. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder, his voice deep, “Go upstairs, I need to make a trip to the head office first.”
She actually tugged at his collar, which was undone by two buttons, to take a peep, “When will you be back?”
He immediately placed a hand on her forehead and pushed her away, but Yun Yuwan openly praised him, “Wen Yangzhi, you have such a great body, I really want to see it.”
Her eyes were innocently wide, with the natural naivety of bambi eyes, clear in their distinction between black and white, shimmering. Even uttering such a salacious comment didn’t make one see her as filthy; one would think she genuinely found it pleasing and couldn’t help wanting to satisfy her curiosity.
He again couldn’t resist indulging her, his voice as calm as a silent sea, still cool and stable, “There might be a chance tonight.”
The sensual, deep voice pronouncing those words caught Yun Yuwan by surprise, yet she felt as if she were drunk on strong liquor, her lips grinning stupidly, unable to be tugged down, surprised that her big brother could say such things.
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She waited until the evening, bored and restless on the bed after dinner, with Wen Yangzhi still not back, flipping through her phone.
And the second-hand group chat from her undergraduate days, which she had muted, received a new message that pushed it to the top of her chat list.
University of the Arts London 18fall second-hand group:
“Is anyone there? I’ve been craving Luosifen lately; does anyone have any to sell? It’s so expensive in Zhongchao.”
Seeing that message, Yun Yuwan suddenly remembered a friend she had made during her undergraduate days in this second-hand group.
The person was also looking for Luosifen, found her, but it turned out what she had was expired, and it made that friend’s roommate suffer.
To make amends, she invited the two over to her house for a meal, but by coincidence, she was out that day and had her butler entertain them.
When she got home, she discovered they had left her a potted climbing rose with a note saying that they had a great time being hosted and thanked her for the hometown dishes.
Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but smile, scrolling up through the messages in the group chat.
Most messages in the group chat were from a year or two ago, and most of the students who had helped each other out in the group had already graduated.
The senior who she had accidentally poisoned with the snail rice noodles was already studying for a master’s degree back then, and she remembered he was from Shanghai as well.
It was a pity that they’d never met in person.
She scrolled further up, finally finding the record about the snail rice noodles and continued looking up for the other person’s messages after they joined the group.
January 6th, Jiang Yingyu: “Transferring one-third of a bottle of Haitian soy sauce, £8, comes with an air fryer”
March 11th, Yun Yuwan: “Chanel twilly scarves x3, £20”
March 13th, Jiang Yingyu: “Will pay a good price for snail rice noodles”
March 14th, Yun Yuwan: “A whole set of Lao Gan Ma chili chicken oil, fermented soybean sauce, dry stir-fried pork strips sauce, Guizhou chili beef sauce, plus three packs of snail rice noodles, £10 for the lot, pick up only.”
Jiang Yingyu: “Where do you live?”
At that time, she probably sent a live location, but it was no longer valid now.
She wasn’t home back then either, probably having the butler handle the transaction.
That evening, Yun Yuwan: “Oh no bro, you didn’t eat the snail rice noodles, right? I just realized they were expired.”
Jiang Yingyu: “I didn’t eat them. I cooked them for my roommate.”
Yun Yuwan: “What?!!!! Have him spit it out.”
Jiang Yingyu: “Too late, he’s already got diarrhea.”
Yun Yuwan: “Wuwuwu, I’ll pay you both back.”
Jiang Yingyu: “No need, my roommate from India said he wants to eat it again next time. Who would’ve thought China had such amazing stuff.”
Yun Yuwan: “?”
A few days passed since then.
Jiang Yingyu: “IKEA mattress, never slept on, £12, pick up only.”
Jiang Yingyu: “Does anyone have a chef who can make Shanghai hometown cuisine? Could I borrow them for a day? I can’t stand Western food anymore and want to eat some hometown dishes.”
Yun Yuwan finally found the opportunity: “My chef knows how to do it! Let me treat you, as an apology for last time.”
She included a live location, which was probably the address of her villa.
Yun Yuwan couldn’t help reminiscing about those good times. This senior was one of the few with whom she had little interaction but who nevertheless made a very positive impression.
However, for some reason, she felt that his profile picture looked familiar.
His name was also very memorable, instantly suggesting a handsome guy. She scrolled back through her memories, clicked on the senior’s WeChat profile photo, only to find out that she had already added him. Maybe she did it back then and forgot about it.
She clicked on “Send Message.”
After clicking, she saw that his first message was “I’ve accepted your friend request, so now we can start chatting.”
The time was three days ago.
She was stunned for quite a while, suddenly realizing that after returning to China, she had added one person on WeChat.
The young man who drove the Barbossa, wore a leather outfit, and had asked for her WeChat in a French restaurant.
