A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 216 - 216 114 The Green Tea Risk Officer

Chapter 216: Chapter 114: The Green Tea Risk Officer Chapter 216: Chapter 114: The Green Tea Risk Officer Wen Wei heard the words and only intertwined his hands, silent for a moment before finally speaking of other matters:

“Actually, I used to think you wouldn’t get married, nor have children, until I found out that you liked Yuwan.”

It wasn’t just because Yuwan was Wanyi’s daughter that he hoped Hong Sheng would get married soon.

Wen Yangzhi had been almost like an emotionless puppet since he was seventeen, living completely mechanically, never heard to have liked anything, just fulfilling his duty, managing the bank in perfect order.

Although it was not as thriving as it had been under Wen Wei’s control, it was unbelievable for someone in their twenties to have achieved so much.

But he wouldn’t share his heart with anyone, from friends to parents, no one truly understood what he was thinking.

Wen Wei had never imagined that his thoughtless act of bringing Yun Yuwan home that year would lead to him developing feelings for her.

Yuwan was young and delicate, prone to crying, and even without familiarity, she instinctively acted coquettishly. For example, a week after she entered the Wen Family, she carefully tugged at his sleeve and asked, “Uncle, can I have some ice cream?” In fact, the child had been thinking about ice cream for a week. The sight of her melted his heart.

But under certain circumstances, such behavior was overstepping the bounds.

Hong Sheng never showed his emotions, was decisive in his actions without leaving room for sentiment, and hated dawdling, displaying maturity beyond his years.

They were completely from two different worlds.

At first, Wen Wei actually thought that Wen Yangzhi would really dislike a young girl like Yun Yuwan.

But unexpectedly, he was quite fond of her.

Wen Yangzhi coldly retorted, “She’s still a child herself, wanting a child; you can just go and find someone out there to have one for you.”

Wen Wei was rarely left speechless: “Forget it, I won’t interfere in your affairs anymore, just be aware of your own decisions.”

Wen Yangzhi stood up directly, not wasting much time.

As he went downstairs, Yun Yuwan opened the door and stuck to him, her eyes earnest: “Brother, what did Uncle say?”

Her eyes were always sticky and blurred, like the spring rain on one’s skin.

As long as someone showed her a bit of kindness, she would cling to them completely, wanting to stick to them.

She embraced him, her slender arms wrapped around his waist, just an inch above his hip bone, and whether intentional or an innocent coincidence, she held her small fist just so that it fit through his shirt, nestling into the small of his back. In the moment she pressed in, Wen Yangzhi’s lower back tensed.

The door wasn’t even closed yet.

He unwrapped her arms that twisted around his waist like vines: “Not opposed.”

With one hand, he clasped her wrists together and smoothly closed the door.

Yun Yuwan, her hands pinned by him, voiced her concern: “But you don’t support it either?”

“I support it,” replied Wen Yangzhi without emotion.

Yun Yuwan let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit surprised but pleasantly so.

He let her go, went into the room, and found an unopened bottle of rum.

This room spanned two hundred square meters, with not only a bathroom but also a vast terrace and spacious rooms including a study. Wen Yangzhi had a small liquor cabinet in the study, which Yun Yuwan wouldn’t have known existed if he hadn’t moved the bookshelf aside to reveal it.

Thinking about him taking a swig when bored with studying made her find it both decadent and amusing.

Wen Yangzhi uncorked the rum at the desk, twisting the opener into the cork and steadying the bottle with a firm hand while his other hand drew out the tightly sealed cork.

There was a “pop” sound.

He slightly turned his body and directly asked her, “Will you drink?”

Yun Yuwan somehow felt he was very different tonight, looking at him: “I have my period.”

“That too,” he acknowledged.

He poured the rum into a martini glass, and Yun Yuwan followed him, all the way to the balcony.

He sat down, placing the drink on the glass table between them.

The rum he chose was very strong, nearly falling into the category of hard liquor.

Sitting silently, she watched him drink two glasses before she heard his voice.

Wen Yangzhi looked towards the distant Suzhou River: “Stay away from that Ding Feng.”

“Why?” Yun Yuwan was puzzled.

The shadows of the trees danced with the lights, swaying back and forth, and he took another indifferent sip of rum: “He has designs on you.”

Yun Yuwan was astonished: “How is that possible?”

The risk officer had not shown any signs of having designs on her, and besides, she didn’t like those who talked too much.

Wen Yangzhi stated plainly, “He speaks with a lowered voice when he talks to you.”

“Huh?” Yun Yuwan heard an answer she had never considered.

Wen Yangzhi didn’t explain.

But Yun Yuwan slowly came to an understanding.

So the chief risk officer was exuding charm at her, and she hadn’t felt it at all, thinking instead he had a cold or phlegm and inconspicuously kept her distance.

Yun Yuwan hesitated: “Really? I didn’t notice it.”

Wen Yangzhi gave her a deep look.

Whether there was or not, a man would surely hear it.

She suddenly remembered something and walked over, placing her hand on the rattan chair he sat in: “Wen Yangzhi, do you lower your voice when talking to me?”

His attitude was casual: “I haven’t.”

She was somewhat disbelieving: “Really?”

A strand of hair brushed her petite, straight nose, her gaze pure: “You didn’t lower your voice when we were in bed?”

“There’s no need,” he said, denying outright.

She leaned close to his chest, her eyes shimmering with a hazy blend of infatuation and admiration: “But your voice is so deep in bed; I really like listening to it.”

Forceful yet restrained, low and wild, the murmuring voice resonated deeply in her ear, making it embarrassing to look into his eyes.

Both savage and controlling, she couldn’t move an inch.

From Wen Yangzhi’s angle, he could see her long black hair and her dependent gaze.

She was just pressed against him, her soft and mature chest also resting against his.

It was right under the intersection of his ribs, filling the hollows as if to fill his emptiness, entwining tightly and fitting snugly around him.

Yun Yuwan asked gleefully, “Brother, don’t you like it when others get close to me?”

His eyes were hazy, but his large hand gripped her waist tightly:

“You are mine.”

Confronted by his affectionate and possessive gaze, Yun Yuwan asked unexpectedly:

“Brother, are you drunk?”

“I haven’t drunk.” He was unhesitant.

Yun Yuwan: “?”

Suddenly, Yun Yuwan understood that when he was drunk, he became honest. Usualy, his words were muddled, and she could never guess what he was really thinking.

Nothing was explained clearly.

She ventured to ask, “Why do you say ‘let’s talk about it after three months’?”

Wen Yangzhi just looked at her quietly, not speaking.

She almost felt guilty under his gaze, thinking he had sobered up.

But all he did was to study her eyes, nose, and mouth, wanting to see every detail clearly: “I’m afraid you might fall for someone else in the meantime.”

Yun Yuwan was taken aback, “Who would I fall for?”

His lips moved fluidly: “Jiang Yingyu.”

Before Yun Yuwan could inquire further, he buried his head into her chest: “I’m so jealous of him.”

His voice was low and inexplicably desolate, like a camel that had lost its cactus lunch and stood despondently in the middle of the desert, head drooped, silently shedding tears.

While other camels gathered around to peer at him and teasingly asked, “Are you really crying?”

Yun Yuwan couldn’t understand why he was jealous of Jiang Yingyu and coaxed him softly, “Why?”

“He’s so young.” He didn’t hesitate.

Yun Yuwan: “…? What does being young have to do with it, you’re not much older than me.”

“He can play with you; you never play with me,” Wen Yangzhi said, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head in her embrace.

Yun Yuwan stroked his head: “It’s because you don’t play with me. You’re so mature; you probably don’t care for the meaningless things we play, and you’re always busy with bank matters.”

“You don’t want to play with me, you just want to sleep with me,” Wen Yangzhi accused.

Yun Yuwan laughed out of exasperation, “What nonsense, who just wants to sleep with you?”

“Then why do you torment me every day?” His voice was slow and deep.

Yun Yuwan was stupefied by his logic: “Me tormenting you doesn’t mean I only want to sleep with you.”

But Wen Yangzhi, sniffing the gentle fragrance of her body, stated truthfully, “I know you’re lustful.”

“Being lustful is a fact, but—” Yun Yuwan took his face in her hands, pulling his head away from her chest, “you’re the best-looking one, you know. Even if you are older, you’re better-looking than Jiang Yingyu.”

Wen Yangzhi’s lips puckered slightly, “Really?”

“Really,” Yun Yuwan coaxed him as if soothing a child, “Look at you, you have a great body, a handsome face, broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. Your voice is also particularly deep, unlike that risk officer who deliberately lowers his—yours is like the timbre of a cello.”

However, he pressed for more details. Though he was drunk, his eyes were clear, revealing an undercurrent of insecurity: “When you went abroad for studies, didn’t you take a fancy to anyone out there?”

Seeing his earnestness, Yun Yuwan found the situation amusing and deliberately didn’t answer him.

He nudged her lips with his prominent nose, urging her to speak.

His demand for communication through body language rather than words was so much like a boy who could not yet articulate but grabbed directly for what he wanted.

Yun Yuwan put on a thoughtful expression deliberately:

“Actually, there are some regrets. I heard that French men are very skilled, and I spent so many years studying in Europe without having dated a Frenchman, not even experiencing an authentic French kiss.”

Wen Yangzhi watched her, and Yun Yuwan expected him to pout.

But to her surprise, he lifted her head with his large hand and kissed her.

His way of entangling her was a true French kiss.

Yun Yuwan’s tongue tingled, but she still emphasized:

“I was talking about French men, your kissing me doesn’t count.”

Wen Yangzhi looked at her with utter sincerity, “My grandfather is French.”

Yun Yuwan didn’t even know he was of mixed heritage.

No wonder he had such a high nose and deep-set eyes; his face was incredibly sexy and sculpted.

She covered her mouth in shock.

His gaze was focused and intense, clear yet scorching.

“You’re Franco-Chinese mixed?”

He was a bit smug, a low hum sounding from his throat: “Hmm.”

Yun Yuwan licked her lips, suddenly swallowing, “Can you do that again?”

He kissed her again, proudly.

You’re so different from usual, intertwined with her, savoring her.

Deeply, until she was almost only with parted lips.

More unbearable than sleeping with him, like entwining vines.

Yun Yuwan felt herself tangled up, unable to escape or move.

Even though he was drunk, she was completely guided by him.

Yun Yuwan had been speaking carelessly, just to see what reaction Wen Yangzhi would have when he was drunk and heard her say that.

She never expected to fall into the pit herself.