A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 119 - 119 74 Brother Can Roll by Himself_3

Chapter 119: Chapter 74: Brother Can Roll by Himself_3 Chapter 119: Chapter 74: Brother Can Roll by Himself_3 Jiang Jianqing had once asked him, after such a long time without dating, whether he had no desire for women, where he put that desire.

The night was dense.

He had drunk just enough to feel tipsy, he loosened his tie, and muttered to himself in a slow drawl:

“Desire, in desire…”

Jiang Jianqing thought he was drunk and repeated after him, not realizing he hadn’t finished speaking.

Yuwan was his desire, her very existence was related to those two words.

In truth, he didn’t need her for much. Seeing her sit there made him want to tease her, touch her, kiss her, hold her—it was a very primal desire, like the attraction between the north and south poles of magnets, his hands just yearned to stick to her body.

He hated establishing intimate relationships, detested acting out those disgusting “I love you, you love me” scenes with any woman, much like Wen Wei, who believed himself deeply in love while flirting with everyone.

But with Yun Yuwan sitting here, he somehow found her so adorable, enjoying the way she called out “brother, brother, brother.”

From annoyance to enjoying it, Wen Yangzhi himself hadn’t noticed anything wrong.

Unaware of his willing downfall.

Tonight, she and Jiang Yingyu had bumped into him on the spot. She was still smiling, saying, “This necklace isn’t…” Her words were only half out before she suddenly ran off.

She was smiling, clearly understanding that Zhou Fei was just a date for the event, perceiving that Zhou Fei was merely lightly hooked on his arm, but Jiang Yingyu was not the same case.

At first, he thought she was afraid that he’d be angry that she was with Jiang Yingyu, but then Wen Yangzhi sensed something wrong, immediately went out, searched for her all night, and finally pinpointed that she wasn’t at the service area. After asking Jiang Jianqing, he learned the truth—Jiang Yingyu had a helicopter, only then did Wen Yangzhi return to wait for her.

He held back his anger, not mentioning that she had spent the whole night with another man, thinking she’d be happy after a night out.

But that wasn’t the case.

Upon her return, she was sulking; the silly little Yuwan kept speaking in sarcasm, mumbling that he didn’t love her, even crying there, yet lying on his bed, refusing to leave.

Her mouth spoke of separation, her body was honest.

In reality, she just wanted him to prove his love, to show her clearly that he loved her, longing for him to embrace her and keep her.

A psychological expert had warned him that if a partner has NPD, it’s very likely that on trivial matters, if not loved in the way she wished, she’d feel abandoned. Once this panic was triggered, it would incite her strong defense mechanism. To prevent getting hurt, she would commence a fierce attack on the other in the relationship.

So a small matter could provoke a big reaction from her to break up, even to wrongly accuse the other of insincerity.

When he heard this, his first reaction wasn’t repulsion or disgust, thinking such a person was unreasonable and unfit for a long-term partner.

Instead, it was the realization that she was so afraid he’d leave her.

It was just a small thing, and she felt she was going to be abandoned.

Parents had left her, and she was also afraid that he would leave her.

But he was the only person in the world who would never leave her.

He hadn’t felt much about it before, but tonight, he had a clear feeling—it was just a matter of a necklace. With someone else, a quick talk would have clarified it.

But she was so scared that he would leave her. Without communication or explanation, out of the sheer fear that he didn’t want her, she preemptively tried to sever the relationship, to prevent him from abandoning her.

He knew she had issues, knew she could be too extreme, but he willingly became her follower, reading her unjust bible, willing to be mistreated over a necklace, his sincerity doubted.

His sincerity was certain, so it didn’t matter how she doubted.

In that moment, Wen Yangzhi sat in front of the bed, quietly watching her; Yun Yuwan was just crying silently.

He snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, turned and climbed into bed, wrapping her in his arms: “If you think she shouldn’t wear that necklace, I’ll get it back.”

The warm, dry scent of him enveloped her, inexplicably instilling a sense of security. Yun Yuwan couldn’t believe what she heard, so shocked she forgot to be angry, she stuttered:

“But you’ve given it to someone else.”

He was Wen Yangzhi after all; how could he take back a gift he had given to someone else?

Given it to someone else? Even if a dog had eaten it, he would dig it out.

Wen Yangzhi, expressionless: “But you’re unhappy.”

He was even willing, for her, to take back the necklace, proving that he didn’t care how Zhou Fei saw him, unconcerned with his image in her eyes. Naturally, it also meant he couldn’t possibly be interested in Zhou Fei.

Her demeanor softened finally, but she spoke uneasily and coyly: “It’s not because of the necklace.”

Wen Yangzhi, with her in his arms, leaned close, his towering figure completely pressing her beneath him: “What is it then?”

The silly little Yuwan finally spoke through tear-filled eyes: “Assistant Zheng and Uncle Deng said, the emerald necklace is meant for a lady with whom you had intentions, meaning the lady you had intentions with before was Zhou Fei.”

So that was it—she linked it to the fear of being abandoned by him: “I gave it to her because her mother is closely related to the wife of the board director of Chen’s Real Estate. I needed her to be my date to secure the Chen’s Real Estate project, so the necklace was a bribe.”

Getting such a response, Yun Yuwan finally dared to ask him the question she truly cared about:

“…You didn’t like her before?”

Wen Yangzhi looked into her eyes, at a distance so close that they could kiss, and told her clearly:

“Just business, no feelings, I like only you.”