Wen Wei exhaled a puff of smoke, "So beautiful, want a female star?"
Wen Yangzhi lifted his eyelids, his eyes expressing detachment, "You're the one who likes female stars, I don't."
Wen Wei choked again.
Not only those he sought outside, but even his wife was a star.
Zhao Qin was a very famous actress in her youth, and people still fondly remember her old works to this day.
When she was at the height of her popularity, Wen Wei married her outright.
That also led to Wen Yangzhi's exceptional appearance and extremely high standards.
From childhood to adulthood, Wen Wei had never seen him praise anyone's beauty, nor had he seen him look at girls with any special interest, not even during adolescence.
Wen Wei said helplessly, "I'll let your mother look again."
Fortunately, Wen Yangzhi didn't like female stars, as most of the female stars nowadays were just playthings for the wealthy, how many of them were truly virtuous?
"If you can't find one, don't force it," Wen Yangzhi said indifferently.
Wen Wei knew that he actually didn't want to look.
For a while, he even doubted whether Yangzhi was interested in the same sex since he was so close to that decent-looking kid from the Jiang Family.
Later, when the kid from the Jiang Family got married directly, and Yangzhi didn't react at all, he understood.
This kid was simply not too preoccupied with romantic affairs.
However, he couldn't let his sister's affairs be disrupted by him again.
"The Jiang Family will come tonight," Wen Wei reminded him with an extra word.
Wen Yangzhi didn't even lift his eyelids, "The reason."
"At the last ball, your mother said you told your sister not to go downstairs, which made her miss the chance to be introduced to the youngest Jiang son. Don't interfere with them this time."
Wen Yangzhi showed no mercy, "It has nothing to do with me, arrange it yourselves."
Wen Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
The conversation having ended, Wen Yangzhi walked out of the tea room, inexplicably feeling stifled, and lit a cigarette in the stairwell.
The servants of the Wen Family's old mansion used the staff passage, Zhao Qin and Wen Wei habitually took the elevator.
The stairwell was almost unoccupied most of the time, and Wen Yangzhi sometimes came here for fresh air.
Yun Yuwan had waited a long time in the corridor opposite the tea room, seeing him coming out, she cheerfully descended the stairs and ran to the stairwell.
Wen Yangzhi was shielding the flame to light his cigarette.
An untimely figure in blush pink appeared before him, carrying with it a faint scent of Night-blooming Cestrum.
The wind she stirred up as she hopped over even made the flame in his hand flicker momentarily.
Wen Yangzhi didn't even bother to lift his eyes to look at her; after lighting his cigarette, he snapped shut his rectangular, brass, louder-speaking lighter with a "snap."
Finally, he raised his gaze ever so slightly, looking at her coldly.
Yun Yuwan was wearing a form-fitting blush pink mini dress, exposing her long and slender legs that were dazzling white, and delicate straps rested on her thin shoulders, revealing an exquisite collarbone and neck lines; the rather ample roundness of her chest just below her collar indicated a soft, peach-like curve.
Her face was so delicate that it seemed like it could squeeze out water, with a few strands of hair falling by her ears, radiating a vibrant beauty.
Like a pink rose swaying seductively in the wind.
She was wearing makeup, but it was very light; her cheeks and the corners of her eyes showed through in pink, akin to the flushed redness after drinking wine, looking very soft and carrying an enticing appeal.
Any man would take a second glance.
But Wen Yangzhi showed no such interest, his long, strong fingers holding the cigarette.
Standing in front of the broad French stained-glass window, the dazzling stained glass reflecting beautifully on his face, his angular profile cast in contrasting light and shadow, his tall figure mostly enveloped in the colored light.
Yun Yuwan approached his body, "Brother, you're back."
He pinched the cigarette, slightly narrowing his long eyes, with an inscrutable look in them.
She pressed closer, almost touching his body, and he could feel her soft warmth about to press against his chest.
She intentionally tilted her face up for him to see, "Have you noticed anything different about me today compared to usual?"
Like a gardenia, she was white, soft, and rich in fragrance, possibly making someone else in this position want to pinch her fiercely.
But the person standing here was Wen Yangzhi, who only looked at her with indifference.
The difference was so obvious, even a fool could see it, let alone Wen Yangzhi.
She deliberately showcased her beauty and innocent charm, letting him look on under the guise of appraisal.
After a moment, Wen Yangzhi reached out and pressed his thumb against her face, the smoke from the cigarette in his fingers still twirling around.
Yun Yuwan was close to drowning in the depths of his eyes.
Wen Yangzhi's voice was low, "Dressing up like this, what's the meaning behind it?"
He had noticed!
Yun Yuwan's heart nearly soared to the skies.
Of course, it was to seduce him, did he even have to ask.
How could men be so vile, knowing full well she had dressed up for him, yet insisting on making her say it out loud, embarrassingly.
The rough pad of his finger lightly pressed against her tender cheek, the abrasive texture made her shiver, and yet he lingered so long, she couldn't help but want to press her face closer to his touch.
Perfect, he liked it.
His voice was low and cold, "So, you wish to marry Jiang Yingyu?"
The air froze for an instant.
"Jiang Yingyu?" Yun Yuwan looked puzzled, "Who is Jiang Yingyu?"
Wen Yangzhi didn't burst her bubble, as a segment of ash from the cigarette in his fingers fell to the ground.
The Jiang Family had come over today.
She had dressed in a way she had never done before, her seductive intentions particularly strong.
Having enjoyed freedom in Europe, she had changed a lot since her return, especially regarding matters of men and women, no longer possessing the boundaries and distances of the past.
But given her age, it was understandable.
She was no longer the little girl she once was.
He withdrew his hand, "No need to ask me, if you think it's suitable, that's fine."
Yun Yuwan felt a little strange but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
He didn't give her time to think, "I'm going for a swim."
Wen Yangzhi was to the point, "In half an hour, come find me at the pool."
Yun Yuwan's face flushed instantly.
...The pool?
That wasn't a good idea.
Was she really that pretty today?
She was too shy to undress in front of him.
Wen Yangzhi walked away without saying anything more.
Half an hour later, Yun Yuwan nervously pushed open the door to the swimming pool.
The Wen Garden's second villa had a private indoor swimming pool, five hundred square meters in size, but it was rarely used by the family, usually only the cleaning staff came and went. This was only her second time stepping foot here.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Wen Yangzhi sitting on a lounge chair wearing a white bathrobe.
His wet, ink-black hair was slicked back, with a few strands drooping down, revealing his sexy brows and nose bridge; the outline of his muscles subtly extended beneath the robe, tied casually at the waist, sitting with legs apart, looking down at his phone.
Likely he was dealing with business matters.
She had never seen this side of him before.
He was exposed in a way that made Yun Yuwan feel the air was thick, a wave of masculine hormones hitting her.
Yun Yuwan had also changed clothes, wrapping a bath towel around her shyly as she tiptoed over and sat beside him.
Wen Yangzhi didn't put down his phone, "Are you ready?"
Yun Yuwan was confused, "Ready for what?"
Wen Yangzhi looked at her, his deep and seductive eyes aggressively probing, "To embrace this relationship."
In an instant, Yun Yuwan's veins pulsed with excitement, blood rushing to her head. She moved a bit closer to him and said shyly, "I'm ready."