A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 115 - 115 73 Annoying Wisp _2

Chapter 115: Chapter 73 Annoying Wisp _2 Chapter 115: Chapter 73 Annoying Wisp _2 She looked soft and squishy, like a meatball, with a chin that tapered to a point, a not-so-big face, but a little baby fat that became obvious when she smiled, puffing up in a way that made one want to give it a squeeze.

Adoration in her eyes was almost impossible to hold back, like that of a young girl seeing an older man, bursting with pure yet desire-filled tumult.

He watched Yun Yuwan, whose eyes shone brightly as they gazed at him. Deep inside, he really wanted to ask her, “Do you like me?”

But he felt it was unnecessary to burst her bubble. A young girl’s affection is fleeting, liking him was a very normal thing.

She remembered food but forgot the beatings; she didn’t recall a time when she used to avoid his gaze and steer clear of him, too scared to cling to him.

Just a hint of a signal from him, a little niceness, and she would follow, forgetting that she’d ever been afraid of him.

Sometimes he wondered what kind of family could have raised such a clueless child. Without him in that family, she would probably struggle; her days would likely have been agonizing and unbearable.

But when he casually helped her out, she stuck to him like malt sugar to teeth. He didn’t enjoy playing with little girls, and he certainly never intended to coddle Lou Wanyi’s daughter.

A small kindness from him and this little lass would want more, even wanting to enter Jing Building, coming up to his ear as if wanting to whisper sweet nothings, as though they were very close.

No one had ever been so close to whisper in his ear.

Let alone someone who wasn’t his own sister.

He was slightly irritated by her lack of boundaries. The people around him were all cunning, all knew when to advance or retreat; none were as oblivious as she.

He glanced at her sideways with a hint of impatience; she unexpectedly stopped, and he thought that for once she had caught a clue, but she mistook his action, thinking he was too busy to listen. Looking at the documents in front of him, she considerately said, “Brother, I won’t disturb you anymore; you must be busy.”

She always thought he was a man of important affairs. Seeing him with papers or a computer, she would quietly leave him to it, with reverence and admiration.

Even though he was actually playing games.

The way she preserved his aura was somewhat amusing.

He was just another human; his daily activities weren’t different from others’.

But he never expected that keeping her out of Jing Building would make her cry so much.

He was discussing project details with a co-CEO when she ran over to ask if she could borrow a comic book to read.

It was just a comic book; Jing Building wasn’t the only place that had them. He was busy, so he told her to ask the butler to buy a set for her.

She answered “oh” and walked away without making a sound.

He thought it was a trivial matter, but when he turned around, he saw her sitting and crying in a corner of the spacious hall, her tears flowing incessantly, her schoolbag still on, her skirt stained with fallen tears.

He didn’t know why this silly little Yuwan was crying again.

Just as the project hit a snag and seeing her cry was getting on his nerves—it was just a comic book after all—did it really warrant her tears? “Do you really want to see that book so much?”

She didn’t answer and kept her head down, crying.

Wen Yangzhi decisively stood up, stripped the childish backpack off her and tossed it onto the sofa. He scooped her up in a princess carry and marched her right into Jing Building, past many servants along the way.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and opened a box of new books for her, asking which one she wanted.

He was just fulfilling a brother’s duty, holding her like a little child to read a comic book, as his impression of comforting kids was just that.

She pointed at one, and he opened it and held her while they read. Her cheek was chubby and rounded like a clean, fluffy little cat, her jawline not angled like others but a curved arc. He pressed the book down, and her hand also pressed on top of it. Compared to his, her hand looked small, childlike, barely strong enough to hold itself up.

There she babbled about being bullied by Yang Ni and the whole class, being called a fake princess.

Indeed, she was a fake princess.

He knew better than anyone how fragile her status was, capable of crumbling at any moment.

The rumors spread by others were only lighter than the truth, not heavier.

But as he looked down at the childish comic, he simply said to her:

“With your brother, you are a real princess.”

His gaze lifted, resting on her tender face.

The eyes of the young girl welled with overwhelmed affection. So clueless was she that she even climbed on his shoulder to kiss his cheek.

Soft lips pressed against his lean, stern face, a gentle touch, her sweet aroma lingering. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her innocent eyes gazing at him ardently—she was so small that an urge rose within him, hoping she would throw herself into his arms. For a moment, his masculine instincts were to pin her down and kiss her, with a singular desire to protect her. He repressed his immoral longing just to look at the youthful face close at hand, still maintaining his composure.