??Chapter 247: Chapter 131 Marry _2
Chapter 247: Chapter 131 Marry _2
Proposal.
No wonder he just asked whether he should propose here.
At first, she found it abrupt, but it turned out he really ant to propose, so why hadn’t he done it!
Yun Yuwan was shocked.
She sent a ssage to Wen Yangzhi, “Did you forget to tell
sothing?”
Wen Yangzhi did not reply.
She excused herself from the private room, claiming a bit of business.
Looking left and right, she saw Wen Yangzhi chatting with the bank manager at the bar.
He sat on an exceptionally high bar stool, with one foot touching the ground and the other casually resting on the footrest.
His posture was both languid and graceful.
She approached and called out softly to him, “Brother.”
He turned to look at her, naturally placing his hand on her shoulder, “What’s up?”
She pressed on, “Did you forget to tell
sothing?”
Wen Yangzhi glanced at the bank manager next to him, who discreetly walked away, getting the hint.
Yun Yuwan quickly asked, “Did you rember?”
The lights at the bar changed colors, alternating between dim blue and cool purple. With a cocktail sitting beside him, he spoke calmly and steadily, “Rember what?”
She explained, “About the drone show just now, weren’t you supposed to say sothing to ?”
He drawled, “Can’t hear you.”
Yun Yuwan leaned closer to his ear and said urgently, “Weren’t you going to do sothing with ?”
Feeling her leaning in, he turned his head, and their eyes t from less than two centiters apart. His gaze, slack with desire that naturally erged upon seeing her, beca even more intoxicating and hazy under the lights.
Anticipating that he would kiss her right there, Yun Yuwan, despite her own desires, jerked away.
She pushed at his hand resting on her thigh, “Did you forget?”
He spoke in a deep voice, “It was for them to see.”
She almost drowned in his gaze, “What about the real one?”
With a carefree air of soone slightly drunk, he propped his hand on the cleaner side of the glass, “Want to see it?”
Yun Yuwan nodded, “Yes.”
He just reached out, casually stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, “Depends on your performance.”
Yun Yuwan did not understand what he ant by “depends on your performance.”
His voice was very relaxed, as if it had been soaked in liquor and beco llow and lazy, his warm fingers gently grazing her face:
“Go have fun, and co find
when you want to go ho.”
She walked away with her mind in disarray: What was he doing?
She found a quiet corner to sit, and a slender and attractive woman sat next to her.
Thinking it was another complint, she instead heard the woman speak in a soft and gentle tone, “I haven’t congratulated you yet on your successful union with Yangzhi.”
Yangzhi.
Yun Yuwan was puzzled, “You are…?”
The woman smiled, her dimples erging shallowly, appearing to be in her thirties. Despite so fine lines on her face, she was still exceptionally beautiful, “I am Wan Hui.”
Wan Hui.
That senior from Parsons.
But Yun Yuwan did not show any surprise, just smiled officially, not minding her calling him Yangzhi.
Unimportant people are not worth the bother.
This “Yangzhi” might have been said for her to hear.
As if recalling the past, Wan Hui said, “When he was twenty, I was with him on his birthday, and he said he would never get married. I was heartbroken for quite a while, never expecting it was just sothing said to , and now he has found the person truly suited for him.”
Yun Yuwan imdiately noticed sothing amiss, “Twenty years old?”
Wen Yangzhi had ntioned that he had a crush on this senior when he was seventeen, but that was it.
How could it be when he was twenty.
Wan Hui casually gathered her hair that had fallen to her shoulders and teased, “Yes, I tricked him to go. He always wanted to have a proper birthday celebration, but since he wouldn’t say it, I booked a restaurant near Victoria Harbour and tricked him by saying I needed an important alumni docunt and requested him to deliver it.”
From the way Wan Hui spoke, one could tell she was from Hong Kong, not because of an accent, but because when she spoke, her Cantonese had a back vowel pronunciation, and her Mandarin was pronounced with the sa emphasis.
Yun Yuwan, however, was reminded of sothing: “A restaurant near Victoria Harbour?”
She rembered that year Zhao Qin had ntioned soone celebrating a birthday with Wen Yangzhi at Victoria Harbour.
She had assud it was that actress who followed him to Tokyo to watch the fireworks.
Turns out it wasn’t.
No wonder it was in Hong Kong; it was because he had a date with a Hong Konger.
He could’ve just told the truth; why lie to her?
Or perhaps, it was the person in front of her who was making things up.
Yun Yuwan placed her other hand on top of the one with the ring, gripping the ring on her finger.
“Yes, he can be considered a romantic person,” Wan Hui remarked with a sigh, “When I was twenty, we danced on the rooftop of his New York apartnt. So romantic I still rember his eyes and moves from that night.”
Yun Yuwan just gave a perfunctory smile, “As everyone knows, I’ve just been proposed to. Ms. Wan, reminiscing here about the good old days with my fiancé, do you think that’s appropriate? Or do you have a hobby of playing the fool, enjoying being the clown?”
The other party seed embarrassed, trying to clear her na, “Sorry, I didn’t bring up these things because I wanted to compete with you for him. It’s just that I was close to him when you already knew him, and I hope what he did with
and what he told you would be consistent.”
Yun Yuwan stood up and walked away without responding.
How ridiculous.
But Yun Yuwan went to the bar, quietly sat behind him, and watched him for a while before he noticed her.
Without much ado, he got up, “Let’s go.”
Yun Yuwan followed him downstairs. The hotel garden was exquisite, though the lights were sowhat dim.
“Wen Yangzhi.”
He stopped, the slightly tipsy scent of floral liquor on him, “What is it?”
She cut straight to the point, “Wan Hui just ca here.”
He was unfazed.
She spelled it out, “Told , you celebrated your twentieth birthday with her at Victoria Harbour.”
Calm in the flickering dim light, he said, “That doesn’t count as celebrating a birthday.”
She just lightly touched the ring with her thumb, “Then when she was twenty, you danced with her on a New York rooftop.”
He kept it brief, “She’s more than two years older than ; I wasn’t even eighteen at that ti.”
Yun Yuwan pointed out the truth, “So, you were in contact with her all the way until you were twenty. Why tell
it was only when you were seventeen.”
He responded with aloof indifference, “Just because she said it, you believe her.”
Reviews
All reviews (0)