A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 113 - 113 72 Do You Believe It Yourself_3

Chapter 113: Chapter 72 Do You Believe It Yourself?_3 Chapter 113: Chapter 72 Do You Believe It Yourself?_3 She just chuckled lightly.

Wen Yangzhi seemed to have no way out with her, and his tone finally softened helplessly, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, tell me.”

She buried her head in the pillow, “I don’t want anything.”

His hand brushed her cheek, wiping away the tears, “If you want nothing, why are you crying tonight?”

Her voice was muffled, “You seem more suitable to be my brother, you’re not suitable to be my boyfriend.”

Wen Yangzhi’s heart felt as if it was being twisted by a sharp blade, “What makes me unsuitable?”

“Just unsuitable.”

“Yun Yuwan, you took a full six years to come back, and as soon as you did, you wanted to break up with me.” His eyes held many emotions she couldn’t understand.

Yun Yuwan found it laughable, “Clearly, you’re doing well and didn’t miss me that much, or else why didn’t you send a single message?”

His backdrop was the cold night outside the window, his voice calm, yet filled with so many emotions she didn’t know about, “I always felt that my sister would return after her undergraduate studies, that she’d come back once she had her fill of fun, that she’d return after her master’s degree, but almost a year after her master’s degree, there was no sign of her intending to come home.”

She was silent.

Wen Yangzhi picked up a cigarette from the table next to him, his long fingers came together to shield a light for the cigarette, watching her for a long time:

“Just tell me what you want, I sometimes can’t understand if you don’t say it.”

She looked at him and suddenly taunted him, “The way you speak makes me feel as if you actually came to Belgium to find me that Christmas.”

He simply admitted calmly, “I did go to find you.”

Yun Yuwan felt pitiful, it was already sad enough for her to be placated by an ‘I love you’, and now he was deceiving her, “I know all about it, you’ve been cooperating with a steel company in Belgium lately, you went there to discuss a partnership that time.”

He looked at her intently, word by word, “Europe takes their holidays seriously; who do you think would fly there to do business with Europeans on Christmas? If you hadn’t posted on your Moments the night before Christmas, saying no one was there to spend it with you, I wouldn’t have flown overnight to see you.”

But she didn’t answer when she heard it.

He didn’t know what she really wanted to hear; he seldom went to the trouble of explaining his actions, “I bought those rings not because you misunderstood and I wanted to claim them, but because you wanted them, so I bought them. You were happy wearing them, so I didn’t tell you where they came from.”

She just got angry, “Zhou Xing’s family is a much better match for you!”

“Stop it.” He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, “You are my sister; there’s no one in this world more well-matched for you than me.”

His gaze rested solely on her, under the lonely lamplight, “I sent you letters from miles away, not hoping to hear you come back and argue with me.”

She then remembered that letter, but she actually didn’t know what it said; influenced by what people had said, she flew over straight away, trying to boost her own spirits.

Yun Yuwan pulled the quilt over her face, “But I want someone who likes me even more.”

She heard Wen Yangzhi’s voice from outside the quilt, a hand gently resting on the top of her head, not fully covered by the quilt, “There won’t be anyone who likes you more than I do.”

She just felt a sourness in her nose, “I can’t feel it at all.”

His voice was consistently even, “In this world, no one will care about you more than I do.”

But she choked out, “Do you believe that yourself?”

Actually, it was only right that she didn’t believe it.

Because he showed so little.

Frankly, when he first met her, he felt a slight aversion.

The first day she moved in, he noticed she looked just like a girl from the comics.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like a sticky marshmallow, exactly as described in anime.

He also thought she was pretentious. How could anyone talk like that?

Her eyes were big, with a bit of baby fat.

It made people have evil desires, wanting to pinch her soft, fair cheeks hard.

It was just handing her a pair of chopsticks, and yet she’d say, “Thank you, brother~~”

But she was just like the characters in the manga he read, exactly like his favorite ones.

She really talked like that, running over like a happy little puppy, her hair bouncing in the air just like the sprites would.

She was exactly the ideal type he had fantasized about in his youth, the kind that shouldn’t exist in reality.

When such a perfect character appeared in real life, it seemed exaggerated and unreal. Wen Yangzhi did not find her cute, only thought she was putting on an act.

His gaze on her was always scrutinizing, looking for her flaws.

But that year, he didn’t fully understand that Yun Yuwan was just a girl who had been spoiled growing up, every unconscious coquettish behavior was her nature as the youngest daughter.

With her background at play, he hated Wen Wei’s impassive promiscuity, the crumbling and scattering of the family, and even Wen Wei taking in the daughter of a past lover. With such prejudices, he subconsciously categorized her among the pretentious.

Yet, she was always in some predicament.

Watching her release river lanterns during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she was so foolish she almost fell on the shore, nearly bringing him down with her. Impatient, he pressed her down and told her to stand properly.

She paused, then immediately looked up and smiled silly at him, her round eyes shimmering like stars, as if he were some sort of hero.

The hand on her shoulder hesitated.

Seeing her crouch alone near the altar, boringly and clumsily pulling out grass.

It was the mint that their great-grandfather had planted.

He felt his temples throbbing, he frowned, had someone call her over, handed her three incense sticks, and told her to behave and wait on the side.

He overheard a stray comment, how there couldn’t be a true fatherly affection, it must be that Zhao Qin only gave birth to one child and needed a daughter for a strategic marriage.

Seeing her still with a naive look of knowing nothing, he suddenly felt she was dull-witted.

He felt a spontaneous surge of anger.

After the incense offering, in front of everyone, he introduced “the daughter of Wen Wei’s dream lover” to the ancestors,

“This is my sister Yuwan.”

He deliberately made his gaze and voice gentle to show everyone, and said to her, “Yuwan, offer the incense.”

The little fool’s hands were still stained with the green of grass, she seemed not to understand anything, ignorant of everything, not even clear about being bullied, yet still playing with mud and pulling grass.