A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 99 - 99 67 Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Chapter 99: Chapter 67 Actions Speak Louder Than Words Chapter 99: Chapter 67 Actions Speak Louder Than Words Zhou Fei was a bit shocked.

After all, she never would have thought that Wen Yangzhi, such a mature and high-powered man, would like anime characters—it was such a contrasting cuteness.

It showed he still had a childish heart.

She thought about how she had learned something about Wen Yangzhi that others didn’t know.

Unexpectedly, she felt a bit secretly happy about it.

Probably no one in this building would guess that the selection of this character for the co-branded card was because Wen Yangzhi liked it.

Many people thought it was the young co-CEO’s idea.

Even she had thought that his subordinates had convinced him to accept the proposal.

It had never occurred to her that the serious and calm Wen Yangzhi had done it intentionally.

Since it was his preference, then the artist must be carefully selected, not just any person could do it:

“Then, I’ll have someone screen the artists.”

But Wen Yangzhi’s voice was cold, as he flipped the file to the front page, his long fingers pushing it toward her: “This isn’t within the scope of your work. Just do your job well.”

Zhou Fei knew he had always been distant with people, but hearing him speak, she still felt a sense of rejection, as if he were unhappy and felt she was overstepping.

But at least she knew that he wasn’t truly upset; it was just his strong sense of distance.

She quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled, “Okay, I’ll let the colleagues in the publicity department handle it.”

He didn’t look up: “Mhm.”

Yun Yuwan tossed and turned at home, but out of boredom, ended up lying on Wen Yangzhi’s bed. She casually picked up his iPad, wanting to guess his password, but discovered there wasn’t one at all.

The screensaver had been changed to the photo they had taken together, but it didn’t include him—only her. The image was intentionally enlarged and used as the screensaver, not allowing even a sliver of space of him to look at her.

Yun Yuwan sat up in shock in an instant.

At the time of the photo, her brother seemed quite reluctant.

She never expected him to set that photo as the screensaver.

She looked at the tablet for a long time, shocked and motionless.

Her finger touched his tablet and noticed the back felt different, as if there were lines. Turning it over, she saw that the back of his iPad had a laser engraved inscription, a line of Latin:

facta non verba.

She did a search and found it meant, “Actions speak louder than words.”

Looking at the tablet screensaver and then at that phrase, she felt as if she were tangibly being loved.

Her brother didn’t say it, but he loved her.

Perhaps he had been using that anime character screenshot as a screensaver because he had no photo of her.

Though her brother always seemed to not care much about her, he actually cared a great deal.

Yun Yuwan connected to his iPad and in one go uploaded hundreds of her own selfies and life photos—from graduation pictures to travel shots of climbing volcanoes in Indonesia.

She was laughing in the snow while eating ice cream, only to be splashed from behind by a friend with a handful of snow.

Surrounded by endless greens, she was pushed by Lin Chu from a grassy hillside slide, her face showing terror.

Releasing paper prayers near prayer flags and temples, the boundless wind blew the colorful papers high, which were meant to fly far away but shamelessly stuck to her face.

In early spring, a group of friends threw her a birthday party, but she was sick on the day. With tissues stuffed in her nostrils to stop the nosebleed, she looked haggard as her friends dragged her to pose for a polaroid picture.

As the brand Spring Evening was just starting, the store was filled with iron buckets brimming with freshly cut flowers. Hundreds of buckets, big and small, were filled with dazzling, competing blooms, and amidst them all, she fell asleep leaning against the counter.

While dining at a French restaurant, an unknown French man gifted her a large bunch of champagne roses. She sliced foie gras next to the bouquet, basking in the sunlight pouring through the window.

On graduation day, the high-rise buildings in the city center lit up with advertisements for Ghent University’s graduates. In her master’s gown, she stood under a transparent umbrella, hugging her elderly professor for a photo.

Hundreds of photos suddenly dominated his album, all of the same face.

Yun Yuwan was delighted, imagining that Wen Yangzhi could switch them out as he pleased, having a variety of her images to look at whenever he wanted.

Touching the tablet’s back, the phrase “actions speak louder than words” filled her mood with sweet creaminess.

Actions speak louder than words.

It seemed to be true.

Just as her brother hadn’t told her who would be his female companion at the Wen family dinner, yet he had already prepared a necklace for her early, one that she would wear again after accidentally wearing it too soon.

He also had always refrained from saying anything about her.

Just then, Jiang Yingyu messaged her, “It’s not gentlemanly to ask, but may I have lunch with you today?”

The butler had specifically mentioned that her brother would be busy and not coming back for lunch today, so it was a perfect opportunity: “Of course you may.”

She accompanied it with a piggy hero emoji posturing in a flirtatious manner, just like her piggy hero profile picture.

Jiang Yingyu sat beside a large dog, a light golden retriever that pranced around him in a flirty dance, begging for a pat, as sunlight bathed the room and draped over his tall figure. Holding his phone with lightly smiling lips, he sent her an “okay” in response.

He stood up, and the big dog wriggled around him, its tail and dog’s tail grass swaying alike, its golden fur swishing from side to side. He bent down to casually pet the dog’s head, his phoenix eyes sparkling with laughter, glowing like molten gold:

“I can’t play with you today; I have someone to meet.”

The golden retriever, as if understanding, lay down and let out a woeful howl.

Yun Yuwan wanted to go out and the butler hurried after her, “Let Uncle Li drive you; your brother would be worried if you went out alone.”

She had promised her brother the night before and had no intention of backing out now, nor did she wish to put the butler in a difficult position, so she smiled and agreed, “Alright.”

After all, her brother also knew Jiang Yingyu.

But she hadn’t expected to be accompanied by a bodyguard, with a bicep bigger than her head sitting in the passenger seat. Yun Yuwan didn’t even know there were bodyguards living in the villa.

The driver safely took her to the specified restaurant, where Yun Yuwan could only choose a seat near the window so the bodyguard could watch her from outside; otherwise, he would have to join her inside.

The restaurant wasn’t crowded, the same French eatery where they had first met.

She arrived half an hour early and sat in the glass conservatory.

Trailing jasmines, like wind chimes, cascaded around the striated wooden lanterns, and the clear vase on the table held a bouquet invitingly arranged in the European style—a gradient of white and green eustomas, deep and light purple violets, dark green forget-me-nots, emanating a richly romantic Southern France ambiance.

In front of the vintage French wall grew a slender-leaf fig tree, its roots already entwined with the stained glass wall, next to full-length windows through which sunlight cascaded like a waterfall.

After just a few minutes of waiting, she saw a Pagani Huayra park at the curb through the panoramic windows, and a young man in a pure white hoodie and post-apocalyptic style cargo pants stepped out of the car.

Even in cargo pants, his legs were impossibly long, and he exuded a calm aura when not smiling.

The doorman of the restaurant approached, and he casually handed over the car keys for valet service, offering a polite yet faint smile that revealed deep dimples and upward-hooked eyes, his long gaze shimmering like the ripples of smoke on the water.

Clasping a splendid bouquet of sunflowers, she speculated subconsciously.

Could they be for her?