He said no more, "I will come."
Yun Yuwan couldn't help but clasp her hands together.
She knew he would, but why just talk and not act? Was she supposed to take the initiative?
She felt embarrassed.
Then she heard the words above her head, "These seven years, after all, being your brother, I've formed an attachment to you."
Detached, yet it made one's heart surge.
Wen Yangzhi would never say he had feelings for someone.
It meant that during the days when she secretly yearned for him, he hadn't been completely indifferent.
She lowered her head, unable to prevent her eyes from inexplicably growing warm.
After a long while.
Wen Yangzhi reminded her, "The Jiang Family is where Jiang Yingyu's mother has more say. If you're sure you want to marry Jiang Yingyu, you'll have to make an extra effort to please Mrs. Jiang——"
Yun Yuwan sensed something was wrong.
However, when she looked up, he saw that she had cried.
Her eyes were bloodshot, brimming with tears.
Her voice trembled in shock, "The Jiang Family? When did I ever say I wanted to marry into the Jiang Family?"
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyelashes wet, filled with grievance and confusion, as if he had abandoned her. This little Bai Xian seemed to have been left by the roadside, crying to the passing crowds.
Wen Yangzhi's words halted at his lips.
Yun Yuwan sobbed, "What are you talking about?"
Her tears were because Wen Yangzhi had said he wanted to marry her and expressed his feelings for her, moving her to tears, not because of the nonsensical things she felt.
Wen Yangzhi, however, thought she didn't actually want to marry into the Jiang Family and her tears were out of wrongful grief.
He slightly furrowed his brows and said softly, "You don't want to marry Jiang Yingyu?"
She was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath, "Who is Jiang Yingyu, and why has his name come up so frequently recently?"
She didn't know Jiang Yingyu.
This was unexpected for him.
Then the deliberate dressing up today and yesterday probably wasn't for Jiang Yingyu, but just because the young girl liked to dress up.
But her reaction just now.
He paused, uninterested, and dismissively said, "If that's the case, find an excuse to reject the Jiang Family after today."
Only now did Yun Yuwan finally realize that he had said those things, thinking she wanted to marry a man from the Jiang Family.
The so-called relationships and dowry were all related to the Jiang Family.
How could he think that?
She had come all this way back to the country for him—would she really give up halfway to choose someone else?
Wasn't her seduction obvious enough?
Yun Yuwan suddenly became angry, she let go of him and stood up. However, as she stepped forward, her wet foot slipped on the smooth tiles, and she crashed down in front of Wen Yangzhi.
The bath towel flew up and covered her, especially since she had specifically worn a very sexy swimsuit.
She and Wen Yangzhi locked eyes.
Yun Yuwan: "?"
Wen Yangzhi quietly watched her.
Yun Yuwan was so embarrassed she wished she could bury herself in the ground. She tried to stand up, leaning on the floor, but her leg hurt so much that she couldn't manage after several attempts.
Fortunately, Wen Yangzhi bent down to look at her and asked softly, "Where did you fall?"
She clenched her fists but was helpless, barely squeaking out, "My ankle."
Wen Yangzhi picked up another bath towel from the side and wrapped her up with it, covering her securely with two towels.
Just when she thought he was going to pick her up, Wen Yangzhi pressed the call bell beside him, "Uncle Deng, bring a bathrobe to the pool and inform the family doctor to wait in Yuwan's room."
Uncle Deng holding the pager slightly widened his eyes.
That intense?
He called the doctor, who asked what kind of injury it was, and Uncle Deng hesitated for a moment, "Probably... a tear or a minor injury?"
The doctor questioned further, "What part is injured?"
Uncle Deng, at his age, stuttered uncharacteristically, "Well, that might require you to come over and see for yourself."
The doctor didn't say more and hung up.
Uncle Deng hurriedly grabbed a bathrobe and entered the pool area.
Just a moment ago, Young Master Wen had ordered everyone out, stressing that no one should come near, that he wanted to talk about private matters with Miss Yun.
Uncle Deng, at his age, understood everything. Having been a housekeeper for the high net worth clientele for over twenty years, young and vigorous homeowners were nothing new to him.
After all, this was their own home; they could do as they pleased where they pleased.
He was just an employee.
Rushing over, Uncle Deng saw Yun Yuwan sitting at the edge of the pool, wrapped in two bath towels, while Wen Yangzhi sat beside her, silent.
He didn't dare to look too closely, nor did he dare to wonder if there were clothes under the bath towels.
From a distance, he stood at the door: "Young Master Wen, your bathrobe."
Wen Yangzhi spoke indifferently, "Bring it here."
Uncle Deng walked over with his head lowered and handed it to Wen Yangzhi.
Wen Yangzhi took it and promptly wrapped Yun Yuwan up securely.
Just as Yun Yuwan was about to get angry,
Wen Yangzhi suddenly scooped her up in his arms.
Being abruptly lifted into the air by a man, with a height much greater than her own perspective, Yun Yuwan wanted to push him away but was reluctant to leave his embrace.
Wen Yangzhi, carrying her, walked steadily forward with big steps, his hands gripping her knee and shoulder with extraordinary strength, holding her stable and smooth without any jolting.
Uncle Deng walked ahead of them, opening doors and pressing elevator buttons.
Yun Yuwan looked up at him; she couldn't remember the last time he had held her like this.
Her viewpoint allowed her to clearly see his distinct Adam's apple.
A friend who studied music once mentioned to her that one could tell a man's vocal range by the position of his Adam's apple.
A high position indicated a high and thin voice, while the opposite suggested a deep and rich one.
Wen Yangzhi's Adam's apple was positioned low, and he generally spoke in a chest voice, with a notably large Adam's apple. According to her friend, he was very likely a Bass.
Indeed, his voice was extremely deep, and even when he spoke softly, the resonance made his voice's presence very distinct.
Whenever he spoke, it was like a hundred basses booming in her ear.
She uncontrollably reached out to touch his Adam's apple.
Wen Yangzhi looked down at her, "Do you want to strangle me?"
Yun Yuwan: "?"
Behind them, Uncle Deng couldn't help but lower his head as he listened to their playful banter.
He felt embarrassed just overhearing them.
When Wen Yangzhi said those words, his protruding Adam's apple clearly slid through her palm in a round.
It was ticklish.
Yun Yuwan let go of her hand and turned her face away, ignoring him.
Stinky man.
The elevator arrived, and Wen Yangzhi carried her in a princess hold to her room's door, where Uncle Deng stepped forward to open it. Wen Yangzhi entered her room and placed her beside the bed.
It wasn't long before the doctor arrived.
Wen Yangzhi sat on the sofa at the foot of her bed.
The doctor inquired, "Where is the injury?"
With his face turning red, Uncle Deng was about to leave but then heard Yun Yuwan's crisp voice, "I twisted my ankle."
Uncle Deng stopped in his tracks, somewhat surprised.
The doctor bent down to examine her ankle and touched it:
"There's a bit of bruising, but it's not a big problem. Ice it and it will be fine. However, it's quite rare to have both ankles twisted. Try to limit your movement for the next few days."
Uncle Deng went out to call for a servant to fetch an ice pack and escort the doctor out.
When the ice pack was brought, Wen Yangzhi coldly said, "Give it to me."
The servant hesitated upon seeing Yun Yuwan, then handed the ice pack to Wen Yangzhi.
When Uncle Deng returned, what he saw was the usually aloof Young Master Wen, squatting in front of Yun Yuwan.
Those hands, seemingly more suited for holding tomes and directing corporate strategies, were now gently cradling her ankle and pressing the ice pack on the injured spot, with his long fingers bracing the other side of her ankle.
Uncle Deng found it unbelievable.
And Yun Yuwan was still angry. Wen Yangzhi had just released her left foot.
Feeling a bit better, she placed her foot on his broad shoulder and kicked him with her heel.
Though Wen Yangzhi remained immovable as ever.
Uncle Deng broke out in a sweat himself.
However, Wen Yangzhi simply said indifferently, "The other foot."