A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 206 - 206 110 Do I Have to Teach You How to Curse

Chapter 206: Chapter 110: Do I Have to Teach You How to Curse Him Too? Chapter 206: Chapter 110: Do I Have to Teach You How to Curse Him Too? Yun Yuwan panicked, “Brother, don’t do this.”

Wen Yangzhi, however, did not heed the advice and pressed down harder with his foot. His status was extraordinary, and no guest dared to intervene. When he ordered the servants not to rescue, indeed, no one dared to do so.

Although getting revenge felt great, Yun Yuwan’s heart fluttered with panic as she watched Denny being force-fed water and continuously coughing inside.

Magu Bank was ranked higher in the world compared to Wen Bank, and she feared that because of her alone, the entire Wen Bank would be forced to offend Magu Bank:

“Brother, we can’t afford to offend Magu Bank.”

Wen Yangzhi did not even glance at her, as Yun Yuwan pulled at his arm to drag him back.

He clasped Yun Yuwan’s hand, pulled her back to his side, and dragged her next to the fountain, forcing her to witness the disgraceful state of the one who had bullied her, and he spoke coldly:

“Watch.”

Denny was choking on the water below, his carefully styled hair turning into a mess, his posture grotesque. Desperate to surface for air, his face contorted fiercely as he struggled for that little bit of fresh oxygen, causing Yun Yuwan’s heart to race.

Guests began to gossip and take photos, fully capturing Denny’s disgraceful state.

Wen Bank stepped on top of Magu Bank’s head, heavens! This would be sensational news worthy of a double-take in global finance.

Even from the first floor, one could see Denny’s lower half desperately treading on the fountain’s pipe, his shirt billowing, his upper body almost bare in the water, clinging to the pipe like a desperate reptile.

When has the son of Magu Bank ever been seen in such an embarrassing state!

How ruthless Mr. Wen is.

Underneath the interplay of night lights and floral shadows, Wen Yangzhi’s face appeared half lit and half dark, his contours even more strikingly defined. The edge of his nose and jawline seemed to slice through the night, the cold light piercing like a blade, his eyes predatory, like a ravenous bird of prey ready to rip its quarry apart, like the Raven about to tear its prize with sharp talons.

Those who stood high above and became angry were all the more terrible for their nobility, like mountains falling.

It made one shiver to imagine what might come next.

Everyone’s legs turned to jelly, thanking their lucky stars they hadn’t offended Wen Bank.

“What’s going on?”

“I just heard Mr. Wen say Denny harassed his person, a righteous fury on behalf of a beauty, I guess.”

“Which lady has such clout to make Mr. Wen come forward and protect her, my goodness.”

Denny was completely unable to struggle free in the water, as Yun Yuwan urgently whispered at Wen Yangzhi’s side:

“Brother, let’s go home, I don’t want to see this anymore, don’t bother with him.”

Wen Yangzhi finally looked down at Yun Yuwan, her pale anxious face filled with concern, wrapped in his coat, her slender hands clinging to his shirt sleeve.

He finally stepped aside, and Denny violently surfaced for fresh air, coughing while he breathed, having been forced to swallow quite a bit of water by Wen Yangzhi.

The man scrambled up in disarray, with the servants finally daring to approach and offer him a towel.

Denny, seeing the people all around him taking pictures, did not dare to lash out at Wen Yangzhi but in his extreme anger, he cursed at Yun Yuwan, seemingly an easier target:

Wen Yangzhi’s gaze swept over sharply, his foot delivering another harsh kick to Denny who had not even managed to straighten himself out.

Denny slipped, losing his grip on the slippery tiles and sliding back into the fountain.

Like a heavy object plunging into a glassy pond, the people on the first floor had their fill of the spectacle.

A cry arose from below: “OMG!”

“Damn!”

“He fell down again!”

Yun Yuwan covered her mouth, “Brother, now we’ve really offended him.”

Wen Yangzhi left her with four indifferent words, “We can afford to.”

Yun Yuwan, shocked, clung to Wen Yangzhi’s arm and hid behind him, watching Denny flounder.

The servants stepped forward to rescue Denny from the water, and this time he dared not say anything else after glancing at Yun Yuwan.

As the crowd dispersed, Yun Yuwan too wished to leave the center of attention.

But Wen Yangzhi gripped her arm firmly, his expression steely: “Wait, say you suck.”

Yun Yuwan looked at the audience around her and then at the drenched man, faltering nervously, “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

But Wen Yangzhi showed no intention of backing down, her underdress clinging to her with a cold dampness whenever the wind blew.

Hesitating, she still approached Denny. Unaware of her intentions, he thought she might apologize. After all, Wen Yangzhi might be able to afford to offend him, but this little girl, no way. Denny was poised, ready to heap insults in retaliation.

She glanced at Wen Yangzhi again.

Finally, under the cover of Wen Yangzhi’s large coat, she clenched her fist like an enraged white rose brandishing its thorns, the docile Bai Xian started to squawk back, and with righteous indignation, she hurled an insult directly at Denny:

“You suck!”