A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 231 - 231 121 Do You Want to Sit on My Lap and Eat

Chapter 231: Chapter 121: Do You Want to Sit on My Lap and Eat? Chapter 231: Chapter 121: Do You Want to Sit on My Lap and Eat? Yuwan tugged at his large hand, her doe eyes sparkling with laughter: “Still mad?”

Wen Yangzhi turned his face to glance at her, then looked up into the distance, a helpless chuckle in his eyes: “Let’s go.”

She knew Wen Yangzhi was happy now, she jumped up to catch his attention:

“Can our little man drive me around for a joyride?”

Wen Yangzhi was finally amused by her: “Let’s go, what are you still jumping around for?”

Yuwan wrapped her arm around his: “Let’s go.”

As Wen Yangzhi drove, neither of them had spoken yet when she, with sharp eyes, saw a smile that she couldn’t resist turn up the corners of his lips as if he had thought of something.

The hand resting on the leather steering wheel lifted and then slapped back down.

Yuwan couldn’t hold back her smile, deliberately not looking at him, her voice playful: “The little man is secretly thinking about what I said and chuckling.”

Wen Yangzhi laughed softly: “Watch the road.”

She watched the traffic lights change.

Wen Yangzhi started the car and moved forward, and there was a very secluded Jiangzhe restaurant in Lujiazui, hidden within a mansion complex. Yuwan could hardly believe that such a place was actually a restaurant, but it wasn’t surprising that Wen Yangzhi, who often frequented Lujiazui, could discover such a hidden gem.

There were very few people coming and going.

But just as Wen Yangzhi and she reached the second floor, they saw that annoying guy with big ears and large front teeth, Lin Zhidong, at the corner of the staircase.

He was only as tall as Wen Yangzhi’s chest when he stood straight.

Next to Lin Zhidong was CEO Wang from CAE. Remembering what Wen Yangzhi had said about CEO Wang not washing his hands after using the bathroom, she discreetly stepped back.

Lin Zhidong glanced at Yuwan and then nonchalantly turned to Wen Yangzhi, feigning a smile: “Director Wen, did you receive the documents?”

“The board meeting is the day after tomorrow, we’ll see what the directors think,” Wen Yangzhi said calmly and unflustered.

Lin Zhidong was certain Wen Yangzhi would face a setback at the board meeting: “Since Director Wen has agreed, I won’t disturb you and your little girlfriend any longer.”

Of course, he would know about Yuwan and Wen Yangzhi’s affair; only an idiot wouldn’t guess it.

But Lin Zhidong was pleased to hear this; Wen Yangzhi not marrying into a powerful family meant one less source of influence for him.

As Lin Zhidong took a step forward, CEO Wang also passed by her, and Yuwan quickly dodged like a frightened bird.

Wen Yangzhi caught a glimpse of Yuwan stepping aside, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes.

Entering the private room and while dining, Wen Yangzhi suddenly spoke up, “Why not check out the news?”

Yuwan, holding a spoon, tilted her head in confusion, her eyes clear as mountain springs, like a sprite or forest creature: “What news?”

He didn’t elaborate.

Yuwan, puzzled, turned on her phone, suspecting it might be financial news.

Sure enough, she saw a throng at the entrance of Magu Bank, and a large number of tech companies wanted to withdraw funds.

The article mentioned that most were doing so to flee because their reliance on B-ll was a complete scam, and they needed to withdraw money and escape.

There were also quite a few comments made in jest that Magu Bank had attracted such large deposits in a short time, and now would likely have to let it go just as quickly.

But what the reporters didn’t know was that Magu Bank didn’t have much cash for withdrawals; the money was tied up in long-term investment projects.

Yuwan didn’t know this and felt it was just a normal piece of news, as withdrawals were routine for banks.

She inadvertently hit the nail on the head:

“Then Magu Bank should have a lot of liquid assets to give them, right?”

Wen Yangzhi smiled without a word.

In the afternoon, Wen Yangzhi had to go to a meeting, so Yuwan straightforwardly called Zhu Nongzhang to go shopping.

Zhu Nongzhang was over the moon, accompanying her from Guojin to Zhengda, from Lujiazui to Nara Road.

As the two of them strolled The Bund with their coffees, Yuwan found a long bench to sit down on.

Zhu Nongzhang’s bodyguards followed at a close distance with large and small bags.

Yuwan suddenly spoke up: “Actually, you don’t need to compete with me for the position of daughter; you still have the chance to become Auntie Qin’s goddaughter.”

“Why?” Zhu Nongzhang didn’t understand.

Yuwan said calmly: “I’m not in the same league as you.”

“What do you mean?” Zhu Nongzhang was confused.

Yuwan unflappably said: “I’m on the daughter-in-law track.”

The wind from the Huangpu River tousled her hair, leaving Zhu Nongzhang so shocked she almost spilled her coffee.

“You and Director Wen, you two,” she stammered, disbelievingly looking at Yuwan.

No wonder Director Wen had, for her, kicked the son of the Magu Bank into her family’s fountain pool, causing splashes everywhere, again and again.

At that time, she was shocked at how well Yuwan and Director Wen got along, that Director Wen would stand up for her.

Yuwan said calmly: “So now you understand why, right?”

Zhu Nongzhang was beyond astonished: “You… and Director Wen… the two of you…”

The Wen family brothers were tough nuts to crack, but there was a consensus that the more handsome a man was, the tougher he was to handle.

And yet Yuwan had managed to snag him.

Genius!

Zhu Nongzhang was a mess of admiration: “How did you do it?”

Yuwan made a gesture of easy capture, exuding mysterious confidence: “Effortlessly.”

Zhu Nongzhang looked up to her immensely, and since Yuwan dared to say so, it seemed that the Wen family’s brother was already spellbound by her.

If he wasn’t deeply in love with her, if their relationship wasn’t stable, how could she dare to say such a thing?

She expressed her sincere admiration: “You’re so much cooler than Wan Hui.”

Yuwan was puzzled: “Who’s Wan Hui?”

“You don’t know? She’s your brother’s ex-girlfriend,” Zhu Nongzhang was surprised.

Yuwan was slightly astonished: “Ex-girlfriend?”

He clearly told her he had no ex-girlfriends.

“Yes, but back then, Wan Hui didn’t dare to brag to us like this; she just subtly flaunted that on Halloween, your brother gave her the random gift,” Zhu Nongzhang revealed.

Zhu Nongzhang held down her skirt that the wind threatened to lift, “And at that time, her expression was quite ambiguous, so everyone naturally assumed she was your brother’s girlfriend.”

“Then later we heard there was no follow-up, and we thought it would become clear in our circles, but it wasn’t necessarily the case that they were together.”

Yun Yuwan was silent for a second, but not clarifying directly meant it wasn’t certain; she still gave Wen Yangzhi plenty of face on the outside and said with a smile:

“What’s the big deal? Even if it’s true that they were together, having an ex is normal. She had Wen Yangzhi in his teens, I have Wen Yangzhi at twenty-eight, without interfering with each other.”

Indeed, handling a twenty-eight-year-old Wen Yangzhi was more impressive; Zhu Nongzhang gave her a thumbs-up: “Queen behavior.”

Not far away, someone called their driver to stop, and looking out the window said, “Hey, that’s Nongzhang and Yuwan.”

The friend in the same car was surprised: “Haven’t they just met recently? How did they start hanging out together?”

“Centers of attention play with centers of attention, it’s very normal.”

Both were daughters of financial conglomerates,

One from the top of the insurance industry, the other from the banking sector.

And both were beautiful.

Both from prestigious families, although they weren’t close at the beginning, it made sense that they would end up playing together.

The people in the car were envious but felt out of reach.

“No wonder Nongzhang blew off our party, if the Wen Family’s heiress also invites her, that’s understandable,” they said.

The car window rolled up, and they drove towards the North Bund.

When Yun Yuwan returned to Wen Yangzhi’s office, she was still a bit dazed.

Shortly after he finished his work, he saw her sitting on the couch, lost in thought.

He spoke with a subdued voice: “Let’s go, back to the old house.”

Yun Yuwan came back to reality.

But once at the old house, she was still thinking about Zhu Nongzhang’s words.

Wen Yangzhi’s ex-girlfriend.

Zhao Qin didn’t want to see them lovey-dovey at the dinner table and chose to eat upstairs instead of sharing a table with them.

Wen Wei followed her.

Only Yun Yuwan and Wen Yangzhi were left at the table.

Wen Yangzhi rolled up his sleeve, revealing slender and distinct wrists, as he smoothed out a crease: “Why the long face? What are you thinking about?”

Yun Yuwan stirred the soup in her bowl aimlessly: “Today, I heard someone mentioning your ex-girlfriend.”

He did not even glance at her: “I don’t have an ex-girlfriend.”

Yun Yuwan objected: “Then who is Wan Hui?”

He was unfazed: “Just that senior from Parsons.”

“Did you like her back then?” she questioned him.

Wen Yangzhi replied methodically: “Even if I say no, would you believe me?”

“I don’t believe it,” she said, sullen.

“I didn’t like her either,” he said calmly.

Yun Yuwan suddenly laughed, her head bowed as she stirred her soup: “I already said I don’t believe you, yet you still say it.”

Wen Yangzhi, with a few buttons of his shirt undone and a slightly tousled back, a few strands of hair lazily falling over his forehead, casually dismembered the crab, and laughed: “What else should I tell you then?”

Yun Yuwan suppressed her laughter and deliberately kept a straight face, refusing to engage with him.

Wen Yangzhi put the picked crab meat onto her plate and wiped his hands with a soft handkerchief: “Should I tell you that I like you even more?”

Yun Yuwan turned her face away, but the smile spread across her cheeks.

“Who cares who you liked when you were sixteen or seventeen? If I had appeared earlier, you would surely have been utterly enchanted by me.”

Hearing her confident statement, Wen Yangzhi responded detachedly:

“I’m afraid not.”

Yun Yuwan instantly turned her head to look at him, discontent in her voice: “Why not?”

Wen Yangzhi leisurely wiped his clean, jade-like fingers, explaining: “I don’t like kids.”

Yun Yuwan retorted on purpose: “Then why did you say you were willing to have kids?”

Wen Yangzhi finally finished cleaning his hands and put down the handkerchief: “That’s different.”

“Oh, your mouth might as well have eels in it, all slippery and greasy,” Yun Yuwan teased herself, contradictingly, “You’re so old and still don’t like kids.”

“Being old is bad? When I’m dead, you can squander my inheritance,” he replied nonchalantly.

She pursed her lips and smirked quietly: “Besides that, is there anything else you haven’t told me?”

He asked in a low voice: “Do you really want to know?”

Yun Yuwan suddenly became alert: “What, you really have something you’re hiding from me?”

“Yes.”

Yun Yuwan sat up straight in an instant.

But then Wen Yangzhi suddenly said: “Last time we went to the supermarket, it was actually staged in advance.”

“That’s what you’re talking about?” she was puzzled.

“Yes.”

She was confused: “But there were a lot of people shopping in the supermarket.”

He spoke as if he hadn’t arranged anything: “I had staff moving around the supermarket.”

Yun Yuwan was genuinely surprised; she hadn’t noticed anything amiss at the time.

As Yun Yuwan was still pondering, Wen Yangzhi suddenly asked: “Do you want to sit on my lap while eating?”

She whipped her head around to look at him, her eyes slightly wide, like a pufferfish.

Wen Yangzhi looked at her from the side, his arm casually resting on the back of the chair.

Feeling inexplicably flushed, she said: “I don’t want to.”