A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 37 - 31 This is my sister Yuwan

Chapter 37 -31 This is my sister Yuwan.

Chapter 37 -31 This is my sister Yuwan.

From that day on, a part of the dike in her heart was lessened, or rather, a small breach had appeared.

When she saw her older brother, she didn’t feel so estranged anymore, and that cautious feeling had also diminished.

She even faintly hoped for other interactions to bring them closer; she believed that if there were any issues, her brother would likely help her.

Her brother was the kind of person who would wait for her to come home until late into the night.

A seed was planted in her heart, and it felt restless, itching to break through the soil.

But the chances of her brother interacting with her were far too few, and when she did see him, he was sometimes with friends, or just in the garden pavilion reviewing bank documents, accompanied by someone who looked like an auditor or secretary, waiting for him to sign, his expression not exactly cold but always naturally distanced.

She had found documents in the pavilion’s garbage bin that her brother had signed and then discarded, his handwriting sharp and exquisite, restrained yet beautiful. There must have been a clause he identified an issue with, marked by two decisive slashes across his signed name, nullified with such finality.

Wen Yangzhi.

The name she gradually became familiar with still carried an air of pride.

She stealthily picked it up, smoothed out the document, and tucked it into her book.

She felt an inexplicable closeness to her brother.

She knew he was kind to her, but she didn’t know how to get closer.

It was the first time she experienced such an emotion, a longing to be near someone, without any paths or doors to access.

In the past, whenever she wanted closeness, others would draw near to her; when her parents were alive, she was very popular among everyone.

But after her parents passed away, all that remained was her pretending that everything was still fine.

It was as if her energy had suddenly vanished, yet she still had to pretend to be that confident person she once was, forcing a sense of presence and confidence from trivial matters that weren’t worth mentioning, convincing herself that she too had value.

Her brother waiting for her to return home was an enormous deal.

It was an extremely important event affirming her existence.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival when they set river lanterns afloat, Wen Yangzhi held her shoulder, likely because the riverbank was slippery after the rain, to prevent her from falling in.

She couldn’t help but feel a sweet joy.

It was so ordinary, so quiet, not even a hint of sound, no inquiring or warnings, just a natural grasp of her shoulder, worrying she might fall.

The house was hosting a banquet, and many guests were coming. Auntie Qin had prepared a gown for her that bared most of her shoulders and back, and it was the first time she wore something so revealing, making her act a bit uneasy.

Wen Yangzhi took off his suit jacket where she could see, and she felt a slight desire wishing she could borrow it from her brother.

The next second, Wen Yangzhi approached and draped his jacket, still holding his warmth, around her.

It was for her.

She looked up at Wen Yangzhi in disbelief, while he was called by someone and responded with an indifferent “wait a moment.”

His long fingers rested on her shoulder for an instant before he went to meet the other person.

But the jacket on her body made the joy she felt even more intense than the comfort of being covered.

An extremely private delight, a triumph only for herself. As soon as Auntie Qin came over, she immediately straightened her mouth corners, fearing that someone would discover her feelings for her brother.

During the ancestor worship, she felt like an awkward presence, not quite a member of the family nor an outsider, a corner of the roof raised high with a long Lotus Bronze Rain Bell hanging, swaying slightly in the wind, the sky a post-rain azure, the air slightly moist and fresh, and the deep green incense burner still wet with a large main incense stick inserted.

Wen Yangzhi’s slender, clean-cut fingers held a few incense sticks, lighting them with a slender, slide-action bronze lighter, readying to offer the incense.

As she watched Wen Yangzhi light the incense, she felt a sense of exclusion grow within her, feeling from that moment on that he belonged to a different world, and that the name ‘family’ was just a false pretense.

However, Wen Yangzhi handed her the three incense sticks, the lit tips angled toward him, his long fingers pinching the thin wood of the incense base, indicating for her to take them.

Her movement halted, she asked with some uncertainty and lack of confidence, “For me?”

He nodded slightly.

She was nervous, glancing at the crowd around her, “Can I also pay tribute?”

Wen Yangzhi maintained his usual detached and natural demeanor, his thin lips parting slightly, “Of course.”

She accepted the incense sticks in a daze.

As the eldest grandson, Wen Yangzhi stepped forward to pay homage and insert the incense, followed by a group of people who held their incense, bowed their heads, and bowed deeply as he placed the incense into the burner.

Through the curling smoke, his figure seemed particularly cool and jade-like, with his silver-rimmed half-frame glasses, tourbillon wristwatch, dress shirt, and trousers, exuding an extraordinary presence.

A solemn yet young family authority figure, in shades of black and white, heavy with power and desire.

The next second, he looked at her, beckoned gently, and she walked over with floating steps.

His hand rested on her shoulder as he introduced her to the ancestors.

“This is my sister Yuwan.”

He instructed her softly, “Yuwan, pay your respects with the incense.”

In front of everyone, the look he gave her was very gentle, but it was just that one look.

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Her nose tingled, and she nearly broke into tears.

Uncertain whether she was moved by being recognized and cared for, or heartbroken that she really was just his sister.

Because it was Wen Yangzhi who had spoken, even though many people looked like they wanted to say something but stopped themselves, they only thought it over in their minds and didn’t voice it, allowing her to offer the incense.

Even his biological cousins, Wen Wan and Wen Weiqi, stood behind, not entitled to pay homage in this manner.

Only his wife would qualify to stand beside the eldest grandson and offer incense like this; it was quite a breach of tradition.

But he did this to remind everyone of her status and protect her identity.

From the first moment she saw him, she never wanted to regard him as her brother.

Yet he always treated her as his sister.

She finally realized it was her own wishful thinking.

All his care for her was based on the fact that she was his sister, yet she, ensnared by the vines of adolescence, pretended to be trapped in a swamp of passion, fully aware that she wasn’t the kind to fall for just anyone, nor did she judge by looks alone; she had seen many attractive members of the opposite sex.

But she harbored such subtle thoughts for Wen Yangzhi.

He didn’t have to be her brother; had they only been family friends, might there have been a chance for a different relationship?

After the tribute, she remained silent.

A few days later, Zhao Qin returned from abroad with a huge Blue Coral and planned to invite guests to admire this coral. More importantly, she wanted to present it to a high-ranking lady on the spot, congratulating her on her promotion.

Blue Coral had once been found off the west coast of Africa, but had since nearly become extinct, making it exceedingly rare and highly valued in existence.

The price per gram had long surpassed that of gold by several times, and another such coral was exhibited at the China International Trade Center in the capital.

The branches extended like tree limbs, the color a deep blue, and the casually spreading branches were stunningly beautiful, with dense, tough skeletons and a waxy luster.

The servants placed the Blue Coral in the corridor, intending to go back for the glass cover.

Yun Yuwan came out of her room, absent-minded, tripped over the stand, and the expensive Blue Coral fell straight from the second-floor corridor.