Crossing the Line to Confess My Love

Yun Yuwan accidentally lost Wen Yangzhi’s letter, but the foreign butler confidently insisted, “It’s a love letter.” She had secretly loved Wen Yangzhi for years. When she learned it was a love letter, she flew back to China that very night. Convinced he liked her too, she began to return his affections. At dinner, he said, “Come sit over here.” She sat on his thigh, clad in suit trousers. When he was having his newly purchased villa renovated, she coyly said she didn’t like the crystal chandelier. Some time later, his assistant told her: “Wen Yangzhi never sent a love letter at all. It was a nine-figure check, just a birthday gift for you.” The assistant smiled coolly. “Director Wen couldn’t even be bothered to buy a present. Why would Miss Yun think he likes you?” Much later, Yun Yuwan brought up the incident in embarrassment. Wen Yangzhi didn’t answer. He simply rolled the striker on his lighter, a tiny flame flickering across his handsome face, his expression aloof and forbidding. He had never said it wasn’t a love letter. Not every love letter is full of flirtatious words. Wen Yangzhi’s certainly wasn’t. He wouldn’t do something so cheap and insincere. He knew that the men who approached her were after her money. He simply wanted to tell her: He wasn’t interested in her little fortune. A nine-figure check expires in ten days. I’ve waited ten years, and this unending love still clouds my judgment. A stunning, self-obsessed heroine x a hero whose stubborn mouth is tougher than his life Independent floral designer x banker who pioneered the field of consciousness Theme: Adults don’t deal in empty words.