A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 56 - 44 Dont Leave

Chapter 56: Chapter 44 Don’t Leave

Chapter 56 -44 Don’t Leave

She spoke gently, and even when addressing employees, she exuded politeness and affability that made one feel as if bathed in the warmth of spring. Wen Yangzhi’s secretary couldn’t help but feel a fondness for Yun Yuwan.

You must know, this is the precious daughter of Wen Bank, the wealthiest and most sought-after heiress in Shanghai City, it was likely her.

Indeed, the wealthier one is, the more composed and cultured they seem to become.

“If there’s anything you need, just let us know,” the secretary responded with a smiling face.

Yun Yuwan revealed a kind smile, “Sure.”

She gently picked up the hand-brewed coffee, looking through the glass at Wen Yangzhi.

This sheet of glass was actually quite coincidental, a transparent partition not very large, yet from the couch she was sitting on, she could just see Wen Yangzhi, who was absorbed in his work, a work of genius by some designer that inadvertently favored her.

The secretary couldn’t see, but she could.

He stood up, walked over to a subordinate, towering a good seven or eight centimeters above even the taller subordinates, inherently having a commanding presence. As he listened to his male subordinate speak, his movements were graceful and natural as he slipped out of his suit jacket and draped it over his arm.

His long legs fully exposed, underneath was a dark gray shirt, and his large build meant broad shoulders; the lean muscle could fill out the shirt, the waist tucked into his pants, exuding a strong, mature masculine aura.

This man was hers.

The mere thought brought a secretive delight to her heart.

Her brother was more than four years her senior, once a chasm between them—he was already entering society while she was just graduating high school. Now she was young and beautiful, and her brother in the prime of life. Thinking about standing beside her brother, she felt they were well-matched.

Actually, just over four years was just perfect.

The office was unreasonably spacious, with an entire wall behind taken up by a walnut bookshelf; the first shelf of one cabinet was filled with groups of transparent Burgundy glasses, and beneath it were all kinds of trophies.

Financial Times’ Bank of the Year, International Monetary Fund…

These were all awards given only to individuals and institutions who made significant contributions to international currency or financial situations, rewards for those with great financial status and international recognition.

The next layer down held financial commendations issued by the municipal government.

Mr. Wen Yangzhi’s name was emblazoned in gold, a reflection of his life.

The cabinet was glass, but it was non-transparent, and from her angle, she could just see inside, indicating that the one awarded had no intent to show off nor desire to take them home instead opting to pile them up neatly, yet neglectfully, in a corner.

Yun Yuwan knew.

Her brother had excelled from a young age. It was said that when he took the SAT for admission to the United States, he scored 1560 points out of a possible 1600.

He always approached tasks with extreme focus and calm. The fact that the board was willing to give such a position to someone in their twenties meant that even if people within it weren’t convinced, they were firmly grasped by his prowess.

There were many girls who fancied him; back then, the one who barged into his video call, Fu Yu, had turned into a blazingly famous superstar, someone whom even Lin Chu would have to nod to in greeting.

Wen Wan once mentioned that Wen Yangzhi was the match that no daughter of the city’s elite magnates would refuse, regardless of his age.

The subordinate, wearing a neat suit and employee badge, finally left the room.

She heard the secretary bowing and speaking as she saw the visitor off, “Take care, President Li.”

The other party nodded cordially.

President Li?

She remembered the CEO’s last name was Li; it turns out a CEO could be unremarkable in appearance. In front of her brother, not a trace of the CEO’s bearing was evident, merely a common subordinate.

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As she pondered this, Wen Yangzhi looked her way, his focused gaze passing through the transparent glass. His middle and index fingers came together in a casual hook, beckoning her to enter.

His expression was lazily nonchalant.

Did her brother always know she was watching him?

She stood up a bit flustered, walked to the office door, her delicate and soft hand resting on the door handle, gently pushing it open.

The moment she entered, Wen Yangzhi’s tall figure happened to walk to his desk; his long finger pressed a button and with a whoosh, the blinds all came down, cutting off the view outside the glass.

His back was incredibly handsome, tall and straight, his waist slightly arched, giving the impression that it would be very nice to embrace.

Yun Yuwan wanted to embrace him.

Very much.

Wen Yangzhi, unaware of her thoughts, casually placed his suit jacket over the back of the leather chair, picked up a square transparent water jug, and poured hot water into a cup. The lines of his forearm were faintly visible beneath his shirt as he exerted a slight force, the veins on the back of his hand standing out more clearly.

He gently placed the cup on the desk, “Is the transfer of ownership completed?”

Yun Yuwan’s voice, as soft as her appearance, sticky and carrying the allure of girls from the Jiangsu-Zhejiang-Shanghai region, with an intonation resembling Wu Yu’s dialect, said, “It’s done. The art gallery is very large and beautiful; I like it a lot.”