??Chapter 88: Chapter 62 Yun Yuwan, smoke less
Chapter 88: Chapter 62 Yun Yuwan, smoke less
Jiang Jianqing: “…”
Jiang Jianqing: “If you really want it, just keep it. I bought it only to collect it anyway. Don’t send
so much money for no reason. My wife always suspects that there’s sothing between us. When she sees the transfer information, she’ll think you’re supporting .”
Wen Yangzhi: “You?”
Jiang Jianqing: “Homie, who doesn’t see
as a man of charm on the street?”
Wen Yangzhi: “Think about the type I should be supporting and rethink this.”
Jiang Jianqing almost instantly thought of Yun Yuwan.
Like Bai Zhizi, white and soft and… flirty…?
After a while, Wen Yangzhi received a ssage.
Jiang Jianqing: “At least I’m flirty.”
Wen Yangzhi subconsciously closed his eyes, not wanting to see the ssage.
It felt as if his hands were dirtied, so he casually placed the phone on the table, ignoring Jiang Jianqing’s ssages that continued to flash on the screen.
Yun Yuwan drowsily felt soone get into the bed. Unable to open her eyes, her hand with the ring clumsily groped around, finally landing on Wen Yangzhi’s face.
Wen Yangzhi stuffed her hand back under the blanket, but she reached out again, this ti sticking it inside his clothes.
Wen Yangzhi looked down and saw her mouth was grinning.
He smirked slightly, “What’s making you so happy?”
She giggled, “I’m sleeping with Wen Yangzhi.”
She seed not sure if she was conscious or not, her eyes half-open with joy spread across her face, “I love Wen Yangzhi so much.”
Wen Yangzhi froze, not imdiately pulling her hand out from his clothes.
Looking at her still upturned corners of the mouth, he lowered his long lashes.
After a long while, Wen Yangzhi finally pulled her hand out.
He lifted the blanket and lay down beside her, embracing her face to face.
Yun Yuwan obediently lay in his arms, her long hair curling over his arm.
Night faded.
At two in the morning, Zhou Fei called Wen Yangzhi’s cellphone.
Wen Yangzhi was awakened by the call, picked up the phone, and saw it was from Zhou Fei.
He answered, but the other end wasn’t the usual calm and collected report, but rather a slightly weak yet resilient female voice:
“Senior, this situation is too severe. Director Lin is also here, constantly asking us for answers. Can you co? I’m not feeling confident about handling this.”
Wen Yangzhi had just been woken up, his voice was deeper than usual, “Has sothing similar happened at Swiss Bank before?”
Zhou Fei apologetically said, “The dostic banking system has extensive implications. There are so favors I have yet to soothe and clarify.”
Fairly speaking, Zhou Fei had only been on the job for a few days and, as capable as she might be, being an outsider, she probably couldn’t yet navigate the relationships and internal controls as well as a trader who might embezzle funds would be familiar with.
She hoped to utilize old connections, asking him to intervene once, which wasn’t unreasonable.
Wen Yangzhi glanced at the ti, found the Bluetooth headset in the bedside table, connected it and then spoke, “Do you need
to co over?”
Zhou Fei glanced back at the people in the eting room and, hearing the man’s deep voice at the other end, felt sowhat reassured, “If you could, please.”
But Wen Yangzhi rely looked at Yun Yuwan in his arms and discreetly declined, “Is there another solution?”
Zhou Fei, settling for less, pleaded, “Can you stay on the line? I’ll follow your commands at any ti.”
Yun Yuwan seed to have been awakened by the noise, moved a bit, and Wen Yangzhi, instead of speaking, started to type a response.
Wen Yangzhi was about to type ‘okay’, but Yun Yuwan rolled over into his arms, her head pressing down on his thumb that was hovering over the phone screen, touching the letter ‘g’.
It typed out a ‘Scram.’
Wen Yangzhi deleted it, but she nudged him again, not moving away, typing out a string of ‘scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram scram’.
Wen Yangzhi: “…”
He slightly lifted his hand and started typing: “I’ll send my assistant; he’s familiar with these procedures.”
Zhou Fei felt uneasy.
The other end of the earphone was silent, Wen Yangzhi took her silence as consent to his solution, but just as he was about to hang up, Zhou Fei spoke:
“Just once, senior, considering I’m your point person, could you help
this one ti? I promise I can handle it completely in the future. This one is an exception.”
Wen Yangzhi finally replied, “Hmm.”
Wen Yangzhi let go of Yun Yuwan, carefully tucked in the blanket around her, and got up.
He walked to the desk where a ring box he had brought ho today lay.
He placed the ring box in the drawer but didn’t imdiately push it shut.
Unlike the case that had the yellow diamond ring, it was the simplest dark brown velvet ring box, not at all conspicuous.
After his gaze lingered for a mont, he gently pushed the drawer closed, the drawer sliding along the rails, snugly hiding the ring box inside.
When Yun Yuwan woke up in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly, and Wen Yangzhi was still holding her.
The mont she opened her eyes to such happiness, she subconsciously extended her hand. The ring sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight, even more exquisite than it had seed the night before.
This wasn’t a dream.
She looked at his face, so close to hers. Having slept with him the whole night, his stubble was slightly sprouting, appearing faintly green against his pale skin. She wondered if it was due to vigorous male hormones; he had rather dense stubble, but he usually shaved so clean it was imperceptible.
Yun Yuwan happily leaned in to kiss his lean, sharp jawline, feeling a slight prickliness.
She grimaced a bit.
But her sequence of actions woke Wen Yangzhi, who slowly opened his eyes.
She giggled, “Brother, your beard is so prickly.”
Wen Yangzhi said nothing, as if too lazy to bother with her nonsense.
She suddenly lowered her head and rubbed her stubble against her nape a couple of tis, gently like tickling her with a stiff brush. On her snow-white skin, there were countless fleeting intimate contacts.
Yun Yuwan let out a soft moan.
Suddenly realizing the implication, she quickly covered her mouth.
Wen Yangzhi glanced at her aningfully.
Yun Yuwan’s face flushed, aware that the sound she just made closely resembled a moan of pleasure.
Her brother hadn’t really done anything to her.
It took her a while to lower her hand, calling him with embarrassnt, “Brother.”
He humd lightly, looked at her for a mont—his gaze making her so self-conscious that she started to avoid his eyes—then he finally got up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
While he was shaving, Yun Yuwan followed him in, “Brother, it’s already half past eight, how can I go out like this, what if everyone sees
dressed this way?”
He glanced at her through the mirror, wiping his face clean with a towel, “Just go out like that.”
“What will people think if they see ?” Yun Yuwan couldn’t help but worry.
Wen Yangzhi responded indifferently, “That’s up to you.”
She fretted, bouncing anxiously, “How can it be up to ?”
“At least you are dressed,” Wen Yangzhi lowered his gaze, flipping open the cap of the aftershave.
She feigned anger, “I won’t bother with you anymore.”
As she turned to leave, Wen Yangzhi pulled her back, facing her expressionlessly.
Her heart raced as she gazed at his magnified handso features.
The next second, Wen Yangzhi’s hand landed on her skirt, pulling a corner of her skirt out of her underwear, setting it down to knee length.
Yun Yuwan felt her brain explode in that instant.
It was fine before she went to sleep last night, how could it end up inside?
Her face turned beet red.
anwhile, Wen Yangzhi straightened up and nonchalantly continued applying aftershave.
She stuttered, “Brother, I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t even know it was tucked inside.”
She hadn’t even been to the bathroom last night, so there was no chance it happened then, and only a small corner was tucked at her waist side, making it seem like it was intentional—it was not only indecent but exactly revealed one leg, inviting any manner of speculation.
Wen Yangzhi screwed on the cap of the aftershave, impassively, “It could have been avoided.”
She felt puzzled, “How could it be avoided?”
She didn’t even know when it got tucked in.
Wen Yangzhi’s gaze never fell on her. His voice was brief and forceful,
“Don’t wear it.”
The words struck her like thunder.
Yun Yuwan, both embarrassed and angry, gently punched him, “I’m not talking to you anymore, Brother.”
Wen Yangzhi washed and dried his hands, his delicately pale hands spotlessly clean from the cotton towel.
As Yun Yuwan was about to leave, he casually patted her buttocks, “Go down now, Mom and Dad are already eating breakfast.”
Eating breakfast ant they were on the first floor and couldn’t see her here.
But Yun Yuwan just hurriedly covered her buttocks, unsure whether his hand was dry. If it wasn’t, there would now be a handprint on her buttocks—a large handprint that clearly belonged to her brother.
Yun Yuwan tumbled out of Wen Yangzhi’s room as if propelled by rocket wheels, relieved that indeed no one was around.
When the maid knocked and entered to clean the room, Yun Yuwan, without overthinking, let her in.
The desk and floor were a bit dusty, but as the maid cleaned the balcony, she suddenly exclaid, “Miss, you smoke?”
Yun Yuwan rushed out from the bathroom and saw the cigarette butts pressed in the flowerpot, realizing sothing.
“I…” She chuckled awkwardly, “have been a bit stressed lately.”
As a long-serving maid, Aunt Li was responsible for Yun Yuwan’s affairs. Yun Yuwan initially felt that Aunt Li was always instructive and opposed to her, but later realized she was just a straightforward old lady who would nag about wastefulness but also cared about people.
“Even if you’re stressed, smoke less. How could you smoke so much in one night—one, two, three, four, five cigarettes? Can you handle it?”
She coughed, “I’ll stop smoking, Auntie. Could you not tell Aunt Qin?”
Aunt Li sighed, “No worries, I won’t tell. Do you need an ashtray?”
“No need—” Yun Yuwan suddenly realized, “Actually, better put one in there.”
Aunt Li turned to speak with the butler,
“Add an ashtray to today’s shopping list,”
Uncle Deng curiously asked, “Did an ashtray break?”
Aunt Li chattered, “No, it’s for Miss Yun’s room. The rich young lady has her own troubles and sneaks cigarettes.”
Uncle Deng, with his head bowed, suddenly couldn’t help but chuckle.
The maid curiously looked at him, “Old Deng, what are you laughing at?”
Uncle Deng just kept his head down, trying to stifle his laughter, “Alright, I’ll remind Miss Yun to smoke less.”
Yun Yuwan washed up, changed, and ca downstairs where Wen Wei and Zhao Qin had nearly finished eating.
Just as she greeted them and sat down, Wen Yangzhi ca downstairs.
Seeing Wen Yangzhi, Zhao Qin’s pupils dilated in shock, “… son.”
Wen Wei was also sowhat surprised.
Ever since Wen Yangzhi turned seventeen, he had hardly ever stayed in this villa.
Was their son warming up to them now?
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