A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 106 - 106 70 Shanghais Jiang Yingyu Loves You

Chapter 106: Chapter 70 Shanghai’s Jiang Yingyu Loves You Chapter 106: Chapter 70 Shanghai’s Jiang Yingyu Loves You Yun Yuwan tentatively stretched out her hand, and Jiang Yingyu’s warm, large hand took hold of hers, pulling her up.

Jiang Yingyu was remarkably action-oriented. After she agreed, he immediately drove her to the Western Suburbs where they could take off and called a friend with a pilot’s license to help prepare.

Upon reaching the spacious take-off field in the suburbs, the helicopter’s rotors were already spinning, causing the grass to undulate on the ground as if waves made by the rotor wind were running off into the distance.

It was an Airbus ACH145, with a long, thin tail, resembling a large dragonfly, or one might say its tail resembled a wind-up switch. If it were reduced hundreds of times in size, as small as a toy, she would definitely try to twist its tail.

It was much larger than the helicopters of her classmates she had seen before, with rear seats that could probably comfortably accommodate seven or eight people.

Yun Yuwan was somewhat excited when she saw it, as she had never ridden in a helicopter before, yet Jiang Yingyu had brought her here within an hour.

He was not joking, he really wanted to take her out for fun.

It had always been her who had an idea, planned it in advance on her own, and then offered up a complete plan to ask friends if they wanted to go. She never had a friend who would firmly say they would give her whatever she desired right away.

Sometimes, even her friends rejected her.

Sometimes, expectation was a form of violence she inflicted upon herself, longing for others to love her a bit more, to notice her awkwardness, discomfort, and unhappiness. When let down, she wouldn’t say much, after all, it was her own expectation.

She would just be a bit disappointed, realizing that she was still not being loved, that nobody noticed her constant emotional state.

Yun Yuwan, looking at the helicopter right in front of her with her hair wildly blowing, asked curiously, “Will it feel like Doraemon’s Bamboo Copter when it flies?”

“Why don’t you get on and find out?” Jiang Yingyu, with his hands on his hips, stood not far away and looked at her with a smile, his figure tall and burly.

The Indian colleague held a document, discussing something with Jiang Yingyu.

Suddenly, he revealed an epiphany-like smile, and greeted Yun Yuwan in slightly unstandard Chinese, “Millie! I am, Luo Shifeng.”

Yun Yuwan smiled and waved to him through the strong wind, “I am Millie.”

Jiang Yingyu stood in the strong wind, watching her hair fly in the breeze like willow fronds. She was pure and youthful, resembling a character from a comic, with pure colors. If she were to be pale, she was very pale; if her hair was rich, it was very rich; if her eyes were big, they were so large that even in a daze, her glossy pupils seemed adorably ditzy.

At this moment, as she laughed, her lively beauty shined through, resembling a sprite from the mountains or fields, more ethereal and pure amidst the night and the vast expanse of green grass.

The one who got her, who enjoyed that happiness, who saw her in all kinds of scenarios, Jiang Yingyu momentarily felt envy and discontent.

He strode to the helicopter’s rear seat, stepping up with one leg while the other long leg managed to reach the ground, extending his hand toward her.

Yun Yuwan ran over, clumsy as a lamb, placing her hand in his palm. The coarse feel of his calluses did a circuit on her tender palm, and Jiang Yingyu pulled her onto the helicopter in one motion.

He closed the door and buckled her seatbelt.

His hair was neat without hair wax or hairspray. As he bent down to fasten her seatbelt, his black hair fell youthfully forward, slightly concealing his clear brows and eyes, combined with his white shirt, it was like looking at sunshine through branches of a young tree.

Yun Yuwan’s phone slipped from her grasp onto the helicopter’s carpet just as Wen Yangzhi called. He bent down to pick it up for her.

Yun Yuwan reached out but did not take the phone; instead, she slid her finger to the hang-up button.

Jiang Yingyu watched her hang up and smiled without speaking, keeping aside any mention of the call and the person behind it, “The bro up front came to China decisively because of your snail noodles. Now, he’s working as a lecturer at a foreign language school and even picked a Chinese name for himself, Luo Shifeng.”

Yun Yuwan was shocked, “So when he said he was snail noodles earlier, he wasn’t reminding me who he was but that’s actually his name?”

Jiang Yingyu looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Yes.”

The brother up front finally spoke up, “You two foreigners, don’t bully me for my slightly bad Chinese.”

Yun Yuwan and Jiang Yingyu laughed heartily in the back.

Sitting on the genuine leather seats and looking down, the helicopter was rising. The world became more expansive, and the tall buildings could no longer contain the view.

She leaned on the window, watching, and suddenly felt that the sadness of the evening didn’t matter much anymore.