A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 125 - 125 76 I really did love you_3

Chapter 125: Chapter 76 I really did love you_3 Chapter 125: Chapter 76 I really did love you_3 Later, the night she left Yale, she knew she would have no further connection with him.

In the financial books he had lent her, she wrote:

I really did love you (I really did love you)

But just thinking of Wen Yangzhi’s name felt utterly unattainable.

Who would have thought that Credit Suisse, where she had worked for four years, had its stock price shrink thirtyfold in March last year, becoming burdened with debt and sold off at a fire-sale price to Swiss Bank, resulting in her being laid off as an executive.

Perhaps he had always been watching over her; he suddenly extended an olive branch and messaged her, asking, “Nancy, I need a right-hand person. Would you like to come?”

So she hurried back to her country and after arriving, she saw the email from Swiss Bank, hoping she would return to her position and continue to manage the former Credit Suisse clients, which she promptly refused.

Even though Wen Yangzhi had not yet made a position available for her, she insisted on waiting an entire year for him, waiting for him to give her a title.

Finally, this year Wen Yangzhi forcefully ousted the former president and made a position available for her.

She thought this was their beginning, but then he got a girlfriend.

Wen Yangzhi turned a page of the document and called out to her: “Nancy.”

Tears were nearly bursting out of Zhou Fei’s eyes: “Yes.”

She didn’t want to compete with anyone, and she thought fighting over a man was very low, but this was Wen Yangzhi.

This was Wen Yangzhi.

Wen Yangzhi, looking at the document, was supposed to take a hard action that would severely impact the financial world, yet he spoke casually as if commenting that today’s coffee was a decent acidity:

“Although a large influx of capital into Magu Bank has quadrupled its total assets, its hardware certainly can’t keep up, nor does it have clients capable of managing the fund influx. I received insider information that the loan department has only dispersed ten percent of the capital, and the management is in desperate need of investment decisions.”

His richly detailed eyebrows and eyes were clear and close at hand, yet she had no chance for a meeting of both eyes and hearts.

She struggled to hold back her tears: “What do you mean?”

Wen Yangzhi continued, “If they invest in long-term bonds and the Federal Reserve keeps raising interest rates, there’s a chance for a collapse, and since many executives at Magu Bank favor conservative investments, this is an olive branch delivered right to our door.”

She was beyond rational thought and asked a foolish question, “How can you be so sure the Federal Reserve will definitely raise the interest rates…”

But he responded in an even tone, tapping on the American financial newspaper on his desk: “Inflation. Raising interest rates to fight the pressure is inevitable.”

Zhou Fei replied softly, “Indeed, it is.”

Wen Yangzhi suddenly stopped, closed the document, and looked at her indifferently: “Why are you crying?”

She hastily wiped her tears: “It’s just that the task is too heavy. This is my first time handling such an acquisition case. Once it’s done, I expect it will shake the global financial world.”

He pushed the tissue box toward her, his voice faintly gentle, yet it was merely his pity for a junior: “I’m well aware of your abilities, but you need to work on your psychological resilience. We will have many more cases to work on in the future.”

Was it really a matter of psychological resilience? If at this moment, the pretty girl living in his house was her, she too would be happy; she too would be at ease.

If she had known he liked pretty girls, she should have appeared in front of him dazzling and elegant for the first time, confident and assertive like that girl, clearly pampered, instead of being self-conscious and introverted.

Zhou Fei had faced all sorts of trials and tribulations, but the only time she feigned weakness was on the night she called him about the embezzlement of public funds, asking him for help because she couldn’t handle it alone.

He had come, and she thought she was different.

But she wasn’t.

The butler came over and whispered a couple of words: “Miss Yun says she’d like to have Sichuan cuisine, she doesn’t want light food anymore. The chef only specializes in Cantonese and French cuisine, so I’m ordering from Zhouji now. Do you think that’s okay?”

Zhouji was a private kitchen that only prepared five deliveries a day and had a notoriously high barrier for entry, serving only regular customers and those introduced by regulars, with a single delivery often costing tens of thousands—and sometimes even hundreds of thousands—was not uncommon.

But Zhouji had chefs from various cuisines, capable of preparing whatever one might crave.

Wen Yangzhi hummed a response: “Let her have what she wants.”

The butler sneered inwardly.

Indeed, Miss Yun had the capital to be spoiled by Director Wen.

Director Wen never ate Sichuan cuisine.

This showed how much Director Wen indulged Miss Yun.

Wen Yangzhi flipped a page and asked, “Do you like Sichuan cuisine?”

How dare she say she liked it, seeing him going out together with someone else, hosting guests together, she feared she couldn’t control her tears.

She quickly resumed her tidy, professional smile: “No need, I have plans to dine with the chief of the Discipline Inspection and Supervision Team.”

Wen Yangzhi placed his tablet on the table: “Let my driver take you.”

She was only pretending all was well: “Okay.”

Zhou Fei stood up and left, while Wen Yangzhi lowered his gaze and continued reviewing work documents.

Yun Yuwan came downstairs with a face mask on, and began fiddling with the plants on the terrace she had planted before.

She meandered near Wen Yangzhi, looking here and touching there.

She hadn’t really familiarized herself with the place beyond Wen Yangzhi’s room.

Upon discovering an antique clock with a mechanism, she fussed with it for ages but couldn’t figure it out, eventually giving up.

Wen Yangzhi, sitting on the sofa and watching live stock market graphs on his phone, appeared not to be looking at her but then spoke up, “Did you break it?”

Yun Yuwan felt embarrassingly caught in the act, hiding her hands behind her back and grumbling, “I don’t know why it’s like this, I just touched the hands and it stopped working.”

Wen Yangzhi set aside his phone and stood up to come over.

Yun Yuwan felt like a child caught by an adult after making a mistake.

He walked over to Yun Yuwan’s side, but instead of reprimanding her, he placed his arm around her shoulders, examining the antique clock.

Yun Yuwan felt anxious.

Wen Yangzhi, however, noticed her tension.

His long, pale fingers flicked the clock hands and he said emotionlessly, “Antique clocks stop if you touch them. The clock is broken.”