A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 86 - 61 is long enough_2
Chapter 86: Chapter 61 is long enough_2
Chapter 86 -61 is long enough_2
Wen Yangzhi moved his hand from where he was about to grab a cigarette, “I’m afraid it’s not the same for them.”
She was a bit puzzled, “Who?”
Meanwhile, upstairs,
Zhao Qin was applying skincare products and Wen Wei, sitting on the sofa with a heart full of emotions, said, “Aqin, I never expected you to be willing to loosen up about the trust fund matter; I have always thought of you as too stingy.”
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“She may be her daughter, but she has been raised in our home for all these years.” Zhao Qin’s expression was not particularly good, but it wasn’t too ugly either.
Wen Wei was filled with emotion.
But Zhao Qin’s thoughts were simple.
After all, the trust fund had to be there.
Otherwise, what would the marriage allies think when she married off without a dowry?
Having a dowry meant she was a legitimate daughter of the Wen Family, signifying that the Wen Family took this seriously, that the marriage alliance existed, and they would not easily give up on this daughter; the in-laws could also leverage this marriage connection.
Without a dowry, she would just be a foster daughter with little to no ties to the Wen Family.
Perhaps she couldn’t even be considered a foster daughter since she did not carry the Wen surname.
Even though Zhao Qin thought the trust fund was overly substantial, it seemed less significant when compared to the marriage alliance.
With so many potential in-laws available at the moment, Zhao Qin was momentarily confused, contemplating an alliance with a luxury brand director, then considering a partnership with someone who owned a local bank, and then finding the telecommunications merchant family appealing as well.
Having a daughter, she suddenly found the situation quite favorable.
And more importantly, there was this indescribable feeling in her heart,
that Lou Wanyi’s daughter should marry in style and grandeur.
Downstairs, Wen Yangzhi pressed down on his cigarette holder, and the insubstantial white ash shook off from his fingers: “Since it’s given to you, just take it.”
Yun Yuwan leaned against the transparent railing of the glass balcony, where floor lights were installed. With her white nightgown swaying together with the night breeze, the reverse flow of light made her eyes appear calm, “This money is too much, I really feel undeserving.”
Wen Yangzhi did not ask further, only inquired in a muted tone, “Are you sure you don’t want it?”
She was resolute, “No.”
Her eyes were clear, as if gathering the dazzling water light that trickled and sparkled in the night, crystal and brilliant.
Wen Yangzhi held the long cigarette between his fingers, looking at her. His clean, defined bone structure became more pronounced in the light, mature yet with an intense, sensual vibe reminiscent of 80s and 90s Hong Kong stars, a rare and nostalgic quality inherited from Zhao Qin’s Hong Kong star origins.
In recent years, many tried to imitate the old Hong Kong style, but perhaps only upon seeing him would they realize what innate glamor associated with high status looked like, both noble and unpretentious, signaling someone with considerable influence, whose mere gesture could lead to the rise of thousands of buildings with the help of Wen Bank’s funds, and whose effortless turn of hand could withdraw investments causing numerous businesses to collapse.
When she was still in high school, she had seen countless people trying to curry favor with her brother at banquets.
All sorts of entrepreneurs and CEOs had to show utmost respect in front of Wen Bank.
The Wen Family’s presence extended beyond just one bank, from acquiring local banks in the country to interstate banks abroad, and even holding shares in the six major banks; the saying that the country would have to go bankrupt before the Wen Family did was not a joke.
And at that moment, the influential Wen Yangzhi was casually speaking, fully aware of the potential implications of the trust fund, yet still he offered, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it; if you’re sure, then I will have it canceled tomorrow.”
She showed a faint smile, “Okay.”
He shifted his gaze from her, his well-defined hand resting on the railing, fingers pinching the cigarette just right, rebellious and manly. Yun Yuwan hugged his waist and looked up at his expression.
He didn’t refuse.
There was a faint warm scent of Purple Gown Wood on him.
She wound around him full of expectation: “Brother, when are we going to sleep?”
Her eyes were fervent, as if sleeping with Wen Yangzhi was a dream she was eager to fulfill, one that would bring her immense joy.
Wen Yangzhi’s lips parted to utter a single word, “Sleepy?”
She clearly wanted to sleep with him but pretended to be innocent, and her attempts to cover it up were so blatant that she yawned, “A little.”
It was amusing to see, but Wen Yangzhi was unfeeling, “If you’re sleepy, go to sleep then.”
She shook and rubbed against him in his embrace, like a wild monkey swinging on a newly found perfect vine: “Aren’t you going to join me?”
Wen Yangzhi nonchalantly shot an arrow back at her: “Your bed is too short.”
She nearly took the hit, quickly peering through the glass at her bed, then tilting her head back to size up Wen Yangzhi, even standing on her tiptoes.
It did seem too short.
Why was she so short?
Yun Yuwan lowered her head and muttered, “I thought you wanted to sleep with me; I was looking forward to it for so long, I don’t want to play with you anymore.”
