A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 34 - 28 Intentional

Chapter 34: Chapter 28: Intentional

Chapter 34 -28: Intentional

“I don’t care about your surname.” Yun Yuwan had not expected someone with the surname Jiang to nearly be her blind date, and she spoke gruffly to the driver. “Uncle Li, start the car, we’re going home.”

The driver promptly backed up a little and took a detour to leave.

Jiang Yingyu looked at the conversation window with that girl on his phone and felt it was somewhat childish but not annoying.

Just a little girl.

He smiled, put away his phone.

Yuwan returned home in a foul mood. Not only had she not received the reaction she had imagined from her brother, but the button on her jeans also broke, and to top it off, a frivolous man was added to the mix.

On the other side.

When the butler was delivering cigars to Jiang Jianqing and Wen Yangzhi, Wen Yangzhi reminded the butler:

“Prepare a pair of slippers for ladies, too.”

“Yes,” the butler replied.

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Jiang Jianqing appeared to be deep in thought.

It was not long before a visitor arrived.

The servant led the guest to change shoes and come in.

Zhou Fei, wearing a neatly tailored light apricot-colored silk dress with a large lapel, came into view.

Her looks were not extremely stunning, but her sharp and intellectual temperament prevailed, and her slightly delicate face made people regard her as a beauty.

Jiang Jianqing had seen her photo before, in a group picture of bankers, where she stood out not just for being a woman, but also because she was young and held a high position.

A true predator.

He stood up, greeted her out of courtesy, and extended his hand, “President Zhou, I’ve long admired your name.”

Zhou Fei extended her hand generously: “Mr. Jiang, we will have many more opportunities to meet in the future.”

Jiang Jianqing did not proceed as he had contemplated and spoke gently, “Naturally, you two talk. I will be going back now.”

Banking affairs sometimes are not for an outsider like him to hear.

Zhou Fei smiled lightly, “Okay, Mr. Jiang, take care.”

After Jiang Jianqing left, Zhou Fei took a seat, while Wen Yangzhi leaned against the back of the sofa, quietly waiting for the CohibaBehike cigar perched on the ashtray to burn out. He didn’t smoke it or make a sound.

With his deep-set eyes under thick, expansive brows, it was unclear what he was thinking.

Zhou Fei did not speak either, simply keeping him company in silence.

A $3,000 cigar, only he could afford to waste it like this.

After a while, the final ashes of the cigar dropped into the ashtray, and she timed her words with a mix of teasing charm and joy:

“I haven’t received my appointment letter from Director Wen yet.”

The words ‘Director Wen’ were tinged with an ambiguous tone.

The two were in the same academic fraternity and had known each other for a long time, which was why Wen Yangzhi was aware of her capabilities.

Wen Yangzhi did not look at her. He picked up a white porcelain cup and took a gentle sip. The tea was already slightly cool but refreshing.

The documents were in his room.

He was detached, “Wait a moment.”

She smiled lightly, “Okay.”

Wen Yangzhi intended to have a servant fetch it, but thinking of something, he rose to his feet instead.

Zhou Fei watched his tall and lean figure walk away, filled with the aura of someone in high position. As a man, he was certainly attractive enough as well.

Too powerful and too wealthy, with a prominent status and refined looks, he made women well aware of the dangers yet still tempted to try their luck.

Only he was a bit too detached, treating her strictly professionally.

Wen Yangzhi entered his room where nothing much had changed. Yun Yuwan hadn’t caused any trouble.

He walked over to the desk, opened a drawer to get the documents, but discovered the bouquet on the bedside table had been entirely rearranged.

There was indeed a change.

The haphazardly placed flowers in the white porcelain vase had been taken out and recut.

They were now inserted into his bamboo tube, which was originally a pen holder.

The scissors lay nearby carelessly, and the trimmed flower leaves were in the trash can.

The misty rain blurred the Lushun Grass as it stretched out, with double-petaled Firework Chrysanthemums as the main flowers adorning the mouth of the bamboo tube, and a few strands of Orchid Grass hanging freely, creating a balance between simplicity, sorrow, and tenderness.

A bronze-colored violet seal button was placed on a branch.

Matching the color of the bamboo tube, as if it was an inherent part of the artwork.

The balance of light and space was just right.

So that her missing button seemed intentional rather than an embarrassing mishap.

Removing the button would disrupt the entire composition’s balance.

It was a vivid landscape painting come to life, seemingly using the same flowers, but the few blooms that were sparsely trimmed and the space recalibrated—simplified to reduce clutter—immediately became stunningly beautiful.

The level of floral arrangement was masterful.

Wen Yangzhi saw at a glance the caliber of the artwork before him.

At seventeen, he had applied to art schools in the United States.

But the art portfolio he had prepared for his application was torn to pieces by his own father on the eve of the submission.

There was only one path for a son of the Wen Family,

and that was to enter the world of business.

Even though the portfolio contained fifteen vibrant pieces, ranging from pencil sketches to watercolors to traditional Chinese paintings, from sculpture to photography, all accumulated bit by bit with great effort—

His father tore them up without a moment’s hesitation.

From then on, he hadn’t picked up a paintbrush for ten years.

But now someone had re-created an art piece in his room.

Only one person had the audacity to do that.

She had crossed the mountains he never had the chance to climb and stood at a height he could never reach.

It was mockery, showing off, or perhaps a seduction.

Knowing she had something he lacked and always longed for.

He held his appointment letter, quietly observing the artwork.

On the other side, Yun Yuwan simply couldn’t figure it out.

She showed up at Lin Chu’s hotel door in the middle of the night like a ghost.

When Lin Chu heard the doorbell and opened the door, she got scared and yelled, “Ghost!”, only to have Yun Yuwan cover her mouth: “Don’t scream, it’s me.”

The door snapped shut.

Lin Chu, still shaken: “Why are you wandering in white clothes at the doorstep?”

“Forget that, I’ve had setbacks today,” whined Yun Yuwan like a puppy with drooping ears.

Lin Chu held her forehead: “Here we go again, you really don’t know how to date.”

“It’s just that I’m not confident, and I ran into a lot of bad luck today, it was horrible.”

Lin Chu burst into laughter: “Tell me about it; it’ll cheer me up. I failed my audition for a film role today, and I need something to lift my spirits.”

Yun Yuwan glared at her but still began recounting from the purple orchid incident, especially griping about the man she met at the French restaurant.

But Lin Chu immediately said, “Show me that guy’s WeChat.”

Yun Yuwan: “…”

She took out her phone, tapped it, and tossed it to Lin Chu.

Lin Chu immediately delved into the man’s social media for ten minutes, then slapped her thigh: “Damn, he’s top-notch; if you don’t want him, pass him to me.”

Yun Yuwan: “… You want everything, are you that hungry?”

Lin Chu’s eyes widened: “Don’t you think this handsome guy has a ‘married man’ vibe? He seems laid back and cool, but his expressions are warm and gentle, making you want to tease him.”

“Dream on,” Yun Yuwan collapsed onto her bed.

Lin Chu kept scrolling: “Damn, this guy is really sexy, a bachelor’s in law, a master’s in piano—look at his skiing and surfing photos, he’s absolute perfection, with that body, that face! Why isn’t he an internet celebrity?”

Yun Yuwan felt utterly defeated, exasperated by her friend’s incomprehension and ceaseless infatuation: “He’s just a debtor to me now; stop raving about him.”

“What debtor? This guy is definitely interested in you. Do you think a guy who drives a Barbossa cares about a few car repair bills?” Lin Chu scrutinized her keenly.

Lin Chu, holding Yun Yuwan’s phone, pointed to a photo of the man casually leaning against a car: “That Barbossa is worth over ten million.”