A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 198 - 198 107 Male Waiter _2

Chapter 198: Chapter 107 Male Waiter _2 Chapter 198: Chapter 107 Male Waiter _2 It didn’t hurt at all, but she shivered inexplicably every time.

Yun Yuwan deliberately provoked him by lying face down, “I don’t believe you can do it.”

Wen Yangzhi took her by the pelvis with one large hand and the shoulder with the other, flipping her over.

Yun Yuwan thought he was going to massage her front and was about to say there was no need, fearing a stomachache when her period came.

Instead, she was lifted by her shoulders, Wen Yangzhi sitting on the edge of the bed facing her, his long eyes staring at her intently.

His face wasn’t the clear-cut handsome, but a vividly attractive kind, with thick black eyebrows and hair, sharp and neat like a raptor’s, so attractive that one wants to etch every detail into the mind, including the dynamics of his smile and speech.

He sat close to her, his voice warm and deep, not in a joking mood, “Nannan, undo my buttons.”

A wave of hormones hit her out of the blue, enveloping Yun Yuwan like a cloud wave.

She reached out tentatively and touched the buttons of his shirt, her slender fingers working the buttons out of their holes.

Her nails, narrow and pink, clean and enticing, extended just beyond her fingertips, gleaming with shiny clear nail polish.

Her palm pressed against his chest as she undid Wen Yangzhi’s buttons.

She heard him say, “I’ll be gentle this time.”

Upstairs, Wen Wei and Zhao Qin were talking, “Hong Sheng has been coming back more frequently lately, having been away from the old residence for two years before that.”

Zhao Qin had nothing but a sigh left.

If he wasn’t returning just to take Yuwan back home each time, but simply to visit them, that would be nice.

What kind of homecoming was this?

The parents didn’t even hear a word from him, it’s likely that even if Yun Yuwan decided to call them mom and dad, Hong Sheng wouldn’t be willing.

It had been at least four or five years since they had heard him say “mom and dad.”

In this family with two children, not a single word of “mom and dad” could be heard.

The night grew dark and intimate, and when Yun Yuwan fell asleep, fearing that calling would disturb her, Wen Yangzhi went down to the terrace to answer the phone.

Sitting in a wicker chair, the night enshrouded him.

Zhao Qin went downstairs and found Wen Yangzhi alone on the terrace, enjoying the night breeze.

The towering silhouette of her son had nothing to do with her, unlike when he was a child, clinging to her legs, saying he loved mommy the most.

Those beautiful memories seemed so unreal when she looked at the current Wen Yangzhi, as if they were her own fantasies.

Zhao Qin walked softly onto the terrace and called him, “Hong Sheng.”

His voice was indifferent, “What is it?”

Zhao Qin asked him softly in the summer breeze, “Do you really hate your sister that much, always avoiding her?”

Wen Yangzhi extinguished the phone screen, his voice detached, “I’m avoiding her?”

“Twice now, each time she only stayed a little while before you personally took her back. Although it was my suggestion this time, after the dinner party, I actually wanted her to stay with you.”

Wen Yangzhi remained silent.

“You used to like your sister a lot, even letting her into Jing Building. She’s grown up now and wants to be close to you.”

Zhao Qin intended to persuade her son.

Wen Yangzhi, perhaps thinking of something, pulled at the corner of his lips slightly, “Yes, she’s indeed trying to get close.”

Zhao Qin, with beautiful eyes but fine lines at the corners, softly said, “At least, could you pretend to like your sister a bit?”

In another sense, he nodded slightly, his tone insipid, “Indeed, I am pretending.”

Zhao Qin, seeing his indifferent manner, felt he was being overly superficial; the current situation showed no pretense at all, almost inscribing aversion in his actions.

“But obviously, your sister is now afraid of you, she’s watching your face.”

Watching his face?

Wen Yangzhi wanted to laugh, but merely spoke indifferently, “What do you mean?”

Zhao Qin urged him, “Could you at least appear more friendly?”

He nodded slightly with understanding, flicked ash off his cigarette, and responded distantly, “Or I could just go tell her I like her very much, really want her to stay with me, and don’t want her to leave. I’ve liked her since she came to the Wen Family, not wanting her to leave or to marry anyone else.”

Of course, the reality could never be so; hearing the sarcasm in her son’s voice, given his usual temperament, saying such words meant he was agitated and extremely averse.

Zhao Qin gently persisted, “Hong Sheng, but she’s your sister.”

“Since when did I have a sister?” he drawled.

Zhao Qin presented the most enticing condition a merchant could offer, “Even for your sister’s future marriage alliance, can’t you be at least a bit nicer to her? I don’t hold the past against you anymore; there’s no need to remember her mother is Lou Wanyi.”

He finally looked up at her coldly, “I won’t let her have any marriage alliances. I don’t need to trade her for money. You being kind to her already demonstrates the Wen Family’s sincerity, and you know yourself that you are not that kind to her.”