Crying in front of Wen Yangzhi
Kissing Wen Yangzhi
Watching fireworks with Wen Yangzhi
Shopping in the supermarket with Wen Yangzhi
...
The previous ones were normal, until Yun Yuwan saw the last line.
With Wen Yangzhi *****
The glaring two characters surged into her vision, and she abruptly closed the notebook, her face flushed red, "We... don't need to be so detailed, right?"
Seeing that she had finally noticed that part, Lin Chu came back to her senses, laughing hysterically, "What, do you think Wen Yangzhi can't do it?"
Yun Yuwan knew she had been pranked by this guy, who had come to make fun of her.
Her face was burning as she held her forehead, "I'm really done with you."
"It's rare to see you embarrassed about something." Knowing that she was shy, Lin Chu didn't continue to tease her, "Don't be mad, I specially booked this restaurant. Though the food is average, the decor is quite nice, especially the flower arrangements. Enjoy your time here, I think you florists would prefer the environment over the food."
Indeed, as soon as Yun Yuwan entered, she noticed the floral decorations in the room, which were arranged with skill, not just thrown together haphazardly.
But her head was still steaming with heat, "Writing this kind of stuff is really too much."
"Mutual love is just a matter of time." Lin Chu laughed heartily, curiosity getting the better of her, "So, what on earth did Wen Yangzhi write in the love letter that made you so determined to come back to the country?"
Yun Yuwan was silent for a second, then dropped a bombshell, "Actually, I don't know either, I lost the letter before I had a chance to read it."
Lin Chu, who was still happily amused, "?"
The event was so sudden that Lin Chu couldn't react.
In an instant, she had a strange intuition, "You... wouldn't have mistaken a normal letter for a love letter, right?"
She thought to herself, in this day and age, who would still write love letters? That conceited fool.
Yun Yuwan immediately refuted, "How could that be possible."
She explained with confidence, "The husband of my foreign housekeeper can read Chinese, and he had a look at it. He definitively said it was a love letter."
Lin Chu sighed in relief, but was still confused, "Then why didn't her husband tell you what it said?"
Yuan Yuwan also regretted not having read it, "Unfortunately, her husband went to sea and can't be contacted, I don't know what exactly it said, he just told my housekeeper that it was a love letter."
Lin Chu stopped stirring her soup, probing, "Aren't you going to try and see if you can find it again?"
Yun Yuwan shook her head, "I'm afraid it would be too late if I find it, the international mail took several days to arrive, so I returned to the country first and let them look for it."
Lin Chu still felt something was off, "Are you really sure it was a love letter?"
"Her husband is Chinese, he has to recognize Chinese characters." Yun Yuwan rested her chin in her hand, "And besides, it's quite normal for him to like me, isn't it?"
She had liked him for seven years, and he had thought about her for a few years; both seemed justified.
The familiar feeling came back again, and Lin Chu shivered, quickly rubbing away the goosebumps on her hands.
Huh.
But this conceited fool also had a point.
There's no Chinese person who doesn't recognize Chinese.
Meanwhile, in the private tea room of the Rongfu Banquet at Sinan Mansion.
Wen Yangzhi pressed his cigarette into the ashtray.
Jiang Jianqing was curious, "No one you like?"
The remnant smoke drifted through Wen Yangzhi's slender fingers as he indifferently replied, "I'm not like you. If I liked someone, I wouldn't announce it in all the newspapers and let the whole world know my other half is a Hong Kong star."
Jiang Jianqing didn't believe him, "Really? No one?"
Outside the fine straight mahogany windows, the tree shadows swayed and specks of gold leaked through the sparse windows. The light outside, however, couldn't stand up to the luxurious, warm yellow lighting inside.
There was a sense of opulent emptiness.
Wen Yangzhi's profile was like the undulating mountains, his appearance both slim and mature, his voice low and powerful, "I had someone six or seven years ago."
Jiang Jianqing knew better, there had to be someone, "What about that person?"
What about that person?
Wen Yangzhi slightly raised his gaze, speaking ambiguously, "Right now, it's impossible to go after her."
Jiang Jianqing found this laughable; as long as one is alive, what's there that can't be pursued, "She got married?"
"If she were married, that might be better." Wen Yangzhi lit another cigarette, pressing it against the notch of the glass ashtray with his long fingers.
He always had an inscrutable expression, even Jiang Jianqing often had to guess at his thoughts.
Most likely, after being immersed in the business world for so long, he had become too calculating and unwilling to let anyone discern his thoughts.
"Ah, it must be that college classmate of yours who chased you. Right, it makes sense, a rising female star needs to keep a clean image, avoiding scandals is normal."
Wen Yangzhi didn't answer him, instead sneering softly.
It was unclear if it was self-mockery or disdain.
Jiang Jianqing thought he was too deeply entangled and consoled him, "Whether you pursue her or not, times have changed. Six years ago, you were still in university, six years later, you're already Director Wen."
As his voice fell, the room fell silent. Wen Yangzhi didn't speak, leaving only the sound of the boiling hot tea.