A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 58 - 45 What is Needed
Chapter 58: Chapter 45: What is Needed
Chapter 58 -45: What is Needed
Zheng Assistant broke out in a cold sweat as she returned, but Wen Yangzhi asked her, “What did Yuwan just say to you?”
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Zheng Assistant forced a bright smile, trying to gloss over any trouble, thinking that Chairman Wen surely didn’t mean anything by it, “Miss Yun didn’t say much. I don’t know her well, and I’ve never really found a topic to talk about with her.”
However, he pressed his cigarette butt into the white porcelain ashtray, “Go settle your salary and severance with finance now. You don’t need to come in tomorrow.”
Zheng Assistant’s face went pale in an instant, “…Chairman Wen, what did I do wrong?”
“You should be well aware of why you’re being fired,” he said with a dismissive attitude, not even sparing her a glance, treating his assistant of three years as if she were fleeting smoke, resolving the matter as decisively as when he’d fired that butler who looked down on Yun Yuwan.
The butler who had worked for the Wen Family for ten years thought he was indispensable because the lady of the house was reluctant to let him go, but since the moment Wen Yangzhi got shares, he was the one calling the shots in the Wen Family.
Zheng Assistant panicked, her job was almost like one inlaid with gold, everyone around her envied her, landing the job as an executive assistant right next to the helmsman of Wen Bank right after graduation, and from that position, advancing to a top executive at Wen Bank was almost guaranteed.
All her future dreams sprang from this job, so she could hold her head high in front of most people, especially her former classmates and relatives and friends.
She rushed to the desk, crouched down, and pleaded in a low voice, “Chairman Wen, please don’t fire me, I still have my younger brother and mother to support. I gave up my Ph.D. studies to work at Wen’s, and I have followed you for three years, I’m also the most familiar with the work…”
However, her words had touched Wen Yangzhi’s sore spot, and he replied with a shallow tone, “No one can trade on their seniority with me.”
His parents didn’t have that chance, so why should a subordinate who could be replaced at any time think they could use past relationships to manipulate him?
Wen Yangzhi picked up his coat, stood up, and walked out of the office. Zheng Assistant was on the verge of tears; why? She hadn’t done or said anything.
She had worked diligently for three years, only to be dismissed because of an insignificant woman.
Just a look, just an expression, how could that be enough?
The Maybach glided down the road bathed in the night, a weave of streaming headlights, looking glamorous from afar, the more bustling it was, the emptier it felt inside.
The truly wealthy in Shanghai may not live in Tan Palace or Tangchen, the really understated and deep-rooted figures might enter through an unremarkable gate in a busy downtown area, hidden behind which lies a world of its own with vast land, separate villas nestled within, complete with lawns and swimming pools, but without drawing any attention, so much so that from the outside, one would never guess the splendor within.
The Maybach drove straight into Wen Garden.
Before Wen Yangzhi even arrived at the villa, Zhao Qin received a phone call from the gatekeeper, informing her that Wen Yangzhi was on his way back.
Zhao Qin was overjoyed, quickly changing into a soft long dress, embodying the aura of a tender mother.
As soon as Wen Yangzhi stepped into the villa, Zhao Qin greeted him with immense joy, “Hong Sheng, you’re back.”
Wen Yangzhi took off his clothes and handed them to a servant without turning around, “Hmm.”
Yun Yuwan, who had just come downstairs to eat ice cream, was shocked.
Brother… had come home.
Wen Yangzhi turned around, his gaze barely grazing Zhao Qin before landing on Yun Yuwan, who was dressed in pajamas and slippers.
She stared at him blankly, still holding a strawberry popsicle in her hand.
And Zhao Qin was still beaming with joy, “Would you like to have a late-night snack with mom? It’s been so long since I’ve had a chat with you, how’s everything going with the bank recently?”
Yun Yuwan thought he would agree out of respect for his elder, yet she heard Wen Yangzhi reply directly, “No need, I have something to talk about with Yuwan.”
Zhao Qin’s smile froze on her face, “What could you possibly talk about with your sister that you can’t talk about with your mother?”
Wen Yangzhi was undisturbed, “It’s about the Jiang Family, it’s only related to her, she’s young and there are things I need to warn her about.”
Hearing it was a matter of the Jiang Family, most likely related to marriage alliance, Zhao Qin felt both disappointed and that she should yield her place.
She had not expected her son to return but refuse even to share a meal with her, yet he had things to discuss with this half-sister who had come into his life halfway through.
She was his mother, after all. Hong Sheng had been so affectionate with her when he was little, hugging her legs and calling out “mommy, mommy,” showing her drawings of the family, saying how hard she worked and that she didn’t need to entertain guests anymore.
How did it come to be this way today?
Her son was not close to her at all, as if he were a stranger.
All those lovely moments seemed to be merely her imagination; her son rarely even called her “mommy” anymore, and their communication was virtually nonexistent.
In this home with a son and a daughter, no one called her “mommy.”
Was there really no way to salvage the mother-son bond?
However, Wen Yangzhi simply patted Yun Yuwan’s shoulder, “Upstairs.”
Those brief two words caused Zhao Qin, who had spent half her life in the limelight, to feel a sting in her nose.
She hadn’t been in Yangzhi’s room for a long time, knowing that if she entered, it was bound to upset Yangzhi.
Why was the affection of a foster daughter who came into the picture halfway more intense than with her, Hong Sheng’s real mother?
Yun Yuwan seemed completely unaware, following after Wen Yangzhi upstairs, “Brother, what do you want to talk about?”
Wen Yangzhi closed the door with a click; he bolted it.
Yun Yuwan hadn’t sensed the danger yet, and she kept following Wen Yangzhi to the island counter.
When she wasn’t paying attention, Wen Yangzhi bent down, seized her knees, and suddenly lifted her onto the island counter.
He leaned his hands on the counter, pressing in on either side of her, trapping her within his encirclement. Her fair face inevitably turned crimson, and she mindlessly called him, “Brother…”
Wen Yangzhi’s pupils were very dark, filled with an effortless commanding presence when letting out hints, “What do you want from me?”
Yun Yuwan was confused, “I don’t want anything from you.”
“If you don’t want anything, then get down,” he said in a voice that was extremely low, thick, and sensual.
Yun Yuwan looked down and saw that the island counter was very high, probably made according to Wen Yangzhi’s height. Her feet couldn’t touch the ground, and there was still a significant distance to go.
She complained like a fool, “But I can’t get down by myself. You lifted me up; why won’t you help me down?”
Her foot kicked Wen Yangzhi’s waist, not just once. Wen Yangzhi looked down expressionlessly, and Yun Yuwan then realized she had been kicking him.
Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito’s, “I didn’t mean to, why did you lift me up here…”
Wen Yangzhi just watched her quietly, his gaze containing an unreadable intensity, like a green forest serpent staring intently at its prey, fierce, with no movement, just watching her.
She began to panic slightly, her hand pressed against his chest, “Brother, don’t look at me like that.”
But no matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t push him away; in fact, he kept getting closer and her hand was forced into the small space between his body and hers, feeling like any second Wen Yangzhi was going to kiss her.
He leaned in, one hand supporting the back of her head, the other pressing on her lower back.
