A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 82 - 59 Sister-in-law_2

Chapter 82: Chapter 59 Sister-in-law_2

Chapter 82 -59 Sister-in-law_2

Wen Yangzhi slightly lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes calm: “Why don’t you call her?”

She found it hard to say, stammering:

“Never mind, I just said it casually.”

Wen Yangzhi glanced at her sidelong, his eyes dark like submerged wood, his tone indifferent:

“Nannan is being so disobedient, not calling her. Brother taught you to be polite.”

The more indifferently he said it, the more ashamed she felt, as if his words were sparks igniting her.

She couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, saying it just to see her discomfort, and suddenly her face burned even hotter.

Clutching tightly around his neck, she shyly hid in his embrace, glancing up at the mirror:

“Sister…”

He did not let her off the hook, his lips as thin as cicada wings moved lightly: “I just said, should you call this sister, sister?

Finally, Yun Yuwan struggled to speak:

“Sister-in-law.”

Seeing her unbearable shame, Wen Yangzhi finally relented, appearing slightly pleased.

Such childish thoughts, like a little kid.

She was so embarrassed she couldn’t bear to look at him, but Wen Yangzhi deliberately turned to let her see their tight embrace in the mirror. He kissed her briefly, a soft, deep kiss sinking into her like water fills a well, as if rewarding her for watching brother and sister-in-law kiss.

Yun Yuwan felt even more ashamed and humiliated.

Despite his austere appearance and even his tone being cool and detached—almost sensually indifferent—he did not look at her. It was like a casual compliment: “Nannan is really good.”

She was mortified: “Hurry and take me out, let’s not stay here.”

Finally, Wen Yangzhi was willing to carry her out.

Like a quail, Yun Yuwan hung her head low, feeling both sweet and ashamed in her heart. She resolved to never again speak of such things with Wen Yangzhi—it was too embarrassing.

Why did he even have to follow through?

Wen Yangzhi was as serious with the puzzle as before, his profile focused, a constant calm and poise. Yun Yuwan watched him; he was someone of high position who was naturally intensely focused and calm, even with trivial matters.

She had heard that five years ago, he was kidnapped at sea, and the kidnappers were about to kill him, with a gun pointed at his temple. When the special forces arrived, they saw a kidnapper shot in the leg, and he, covered in blood, looking worse off than the kidnapper, just standing there, casually bandaging a bleeding wound on his arm with torn cloth, noting that there were contraband items in the cabin.

When she heard Zhao Qin tell the story, she was terrified. She almost lost Wen Yangzhi, cried all night, scared witless, only to find out the second day after being rescued, he was back in the country ringing the bell at a stock exchange event without changing his schedule.

Overcome with concern, feeling he was ill-treated by the bank, she called him, crying and asking if he was okay. He only mentioned the seaside scenery was nice, as if he had half a day off.

Back then, how would she know how stubborn he was, his words making her want to smash her phone.

He was the one kidnapped, but it was she who suffered from post-traumatic stress.

The sound of Wen Yangzhi pressing the puzzle pieces triggered her back to the present.

He had been touching the puzzle for a while, and she noticed a bit of wood dust on his fingers:

“Brother, you have dust on your hands.”

She grabbed his large hand and gently patted it, knocking off the wood dust.

He looked down at her, a fleeting moment of tenderness in his eyes.

Yun Yuwan, held in his arms, already felt content; leaning against the man she loved who also responded to her, it felt as though she had been waiting for this moment for seven years.

Wen Yangzhi had almost completed the puzzle when he noticed an artistic signature emerging from a corner—it was Yun Yuwan’s name. Realizing something, he asked her softly:

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“Did you draw it yourself?”

She didn’t see anything special about it, giggling as she answered: “After I finished the drawing, I found a shop to print it as a puzzle.”

Yet Little did she know how her exceptional drawing skills impressed him.

It was more expressive, but from Raven’s excellent structure alone, one could tell she was no ordinary artist, let alone the personal style that was evident in the color and detail work, the outstanding aesthetic.

The Raven stood on the cliff with ruffled feathers, its gaze sharp as it looked into the distance, the chest feathers fluffy and distinct. The wings and back feathers, though black as Night, were shimmering and reflective, showing a hint of iridescence like a raven’s feathers under sunlight, its bulky body standing tall, beak sharp and long, with the hardness to shred flesh. Upon closer look, one could see wounds on its claws and breaks in the wing feathers, but the raven’s spirit was so lifelike that these details were hard to spot.

This painting was from six years ago, by the eighteen-year-old Yun Yuwan.

If he had the chance to pursue art, he would never catch up to Yun Yuwan; she would be the most distinguished student in any art studio, always to be looked up to but never surpassed, forever out of his reach.