A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 63 - 46 Young Age with Old Cold Legs

Chapter 63: Chapter 46: Young Age with Old Cold Legs

Chapter 63 -46: Young Age with Old Cold Legs

His movement was abrupt, and Yun Yuwan was too close to Wen Yangzhi, feeling a strong masculine scent assault her senses, making her whole body feel unnatural.

She wanted to avoid his gaze, but his eyes and body were too intensely burning, leaving her unable to resist for the moment.

Her hand was still pressed against his chest, and she dared not look at him: “Brother.”

Yun Yuwan looked left and right but refused to meet his eyes. Even with her big round eyes drooping, her eyelids were curved like crescent moons. Her face lacked sharp angles, except for a narrow, delicate nose, exuding the uncontrollable cuteness of a young cub, just like when she was sixteen or seventeen.

Wen Yangzhi’s hand rested on her tailbone, gently patting her:

“What are you looking at?”

She trembled, and finally lifted her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze. She didn’t know what was happening.

His eyes, as deep as the ocean at night, seemed to contain fire, and she could hardly bear it.

Her cherry lips parted and closed: “Why have you come back?”

Wen Yangzhi trapped her with his hand but made no further move: “Just passing by.”

She should have had a lot to say to her brother, but at that moment, she dared not speak, afraid she’d have to meet his eyes and exchange glances. She could only whisper tentatively: “Oh…”

Wen Yangzhi looked down: “Don’t you have anything to ask me for?”

Her voice was soft and coy, asking sincerely: “What would I ask you for?”

His gaze was scorching hot, but his voice was the opposite, as cool as melting broken ice:

“If you didn’t want anything, what have you been doing hanging around me all this time?”

He was so direct, Yun Yuwan wanted to cover her face.

So, her brother had always known she was seducing him. She thought he hadn’t felt it because he didn’t react.

Wen Yangzhi folded his arms, while she sat on the island counter, just level with his gaze.

Being held by Wen Yangzhi left her both embarrassed and timid, but the warmth and scent of his body made her want to get closer, the man she had liked for so many years.

She awkwardly admitted: “I do want you, I really like you.”

His eyes darkened.

She leaned toward him, just a fraction away from touching his lips: “Brother, are you going to respond to me now?”

The night in Wen Yangzhi’s eyes was like a wilderness.

At such a close distance, other than kissing, there wasn’t much else she could think of.

Yun Yuwan thought about it and tentatively brushed her lips against his.

Wen Yangzhi wasn’t angry.

She tentatively brushed against his lips again.

The man with the firm mouth was irresistibly soft, his cold and stern look betrayed by lips like gummy bears. She felt a secret joy within.

However, when Yun Yuwan was about to leave, she was still immersed in the joy of Wen Yangzhi allowing her to kiss him.

Wen Yangzhi pressed against the back of her head, pushing her toward himself.

The room was quiet, the curtains wide open.

If someone really wanted to look, they could see everything from outside.

The dense waves carried her into the ocean currents, surging and rolling wave after wave.

The night felt like a warm current pushing toward the shore, enveloping her gradually, making escape impossible.

Completely different from a dragonfly skimming the surface, she wasn’t accustomed to it. Just when she tried to duck away to catch her breath, she felt a bite.

Yun Yuwan covered her mouth in shock,

her clear and bright round eyes staring at him.

But Wen Yangzhi seemed indifferent in his gaze:

“Do you want more?”

She was overwhelmed by the aftereffects, a slight pain on the tip of her tongue.

She looked at him blankly: “Brother, you bit me.”

His attitude was indifferent, as though it didn’t matter:

“Bite me back.”

She blushed, stammering: “Why are you like this?”

Wen Yangzhi didn’t answer her, so Yun Yuwan looked down at the ground, fidgeting like a little dog with floppy ears, her hands resting on the island counter, muttering to herself:

“I want to get down.”

Wen Yangzhi ignored her.

She pleaded with him: “Brother, I want to get down.”

At last, he responded, prying open her legs, letting her hang onto him, and carrying her down by supporting her thighs.

Yun Yuwan felt a rush of groundlessness.

It wasn’t the way down she had anticipated.

Before she could react, she was being carried away by the man.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock.

Outside, Zhao Qin was careful:

“Son, Wang Ma has stewed some soup. Do you want to come down and have some… with your sister?”

He placed her on the sofa at the foot of the bed as they sat down, Yun Yuwan still on his lap.

Yun Yuwan was at a loss, unsure of what he was going to do next.

From below, Zhao Qin spoke uncertainly, trying to persuade:

“You haven’t communicated much with your sister for a while. It’s not all her fault that the arranged marriage didn’t work out, so don’t be too harsh and blame her.”

Yun Yuwan wanted to look towards the door, but Wen Yangzhi’s kiss came suddenly again.

She was somewhat astonished.

Meanwhile, Wen Yangzhi closed his eyes, completely ignoring the sound outside.

“It’s a pity we couldn’t form an alliance with the Jiang Family. You can’t blame everything on Yuwan. Mom knows you must be mad at Yuwan, but you also have to realize she’s still young. She can’t clearly tell whom she likes and doesn’t like.”

He saw her quite clearly.

Yun Yuwan’s lips were blocked and could only vaguely say, “Brother, Auntie is calling you.”

Wen Yangzhi simply held her cheeks with his hands, pushed her distracted head back, and did not answer Zhao Qin at all.

Zhao Qin wanted to take this opportunity to go inside. Her hand was already on the doorknob, but she found the door was locked.

Could her son really be so afraid of her entering to speak a few words with him?

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So annoyed with her…

Zhao Qin finally fell silent, the hand on the doorknob falling back in disappointment.

Now Hong Sheng didn’t even want to listen to her speak…

Even if it was just to respond to her, better than losing face in front of Yun Yuwan.

Even if she brought up Yuwan or talked about Yuwan, he was indifferent.

Did her son hate her that much?

Yun Yuwan finally collapsed onto his shoulder, “Stop it, brother, my mouth is numb.”

Wen Yangzhi finally let her go.

She came over again and hugged him tightly, wanting to wind herself around him.

She was somewhat worried, “Brother, Auntie kept calling you just now.”

Wen Yangzhi looked down at her, “You know when to be afraid.”

He let go of her, placing her on the couch, and got up to light a cigarette at the table.

She followed him like a little dog, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind:

“Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?”

With his back to her, he was lighting his cigarette. His thumb flicked the lighter, its spring-loaded lid snapping open with a quick motion—the clear chime of its brass mechanics sounding as Wen Yangzhi spoke, his voice crisp and calm:

“Yes.”

She couldn’t believe it, thrilled yet shyly she asked:

“Does that mean I can do anything with you?”

His slim fingers holding the cigarette, he just turned and glanced at her,

“Tomorrow.”

Yun Yuwan was confused, “Why tomorrow?”

She was too noisy, but Wen Yangzhi still answered her, his words vague,

“It’s going to rain. It won’t do.”

“Why won’t rain do?” she was even more puzzled.

He remained silent without answering. Yun Yuwan didn’t understand but didn’t keep asking. She had to find another topic, “How do you know it’s going to rain, the weather forecast said there was no rain today.”

He finally spoke, exhaling a puff of smoke, “My knee hurts.”

She was startled for a moment, then suddenly found it very funny; brother could have such ridiculous moments, “Brother, you’re only four or five years older than me, why do you have arthritis?”

Wen Yangzhi tapped off the ash, “You know I’m older.”

Yun Yuwan couldn’t help but laugh.

She let go of Wen Yangzhi, and Wen Yangzhi sat down in the leather chair in front of the table.

But unexpectedly, Yuwan lowered herself and covered his knee with her warm hands.

He simply looked down, his deep eyes seeming calmly fixed on her enthusiastic and coquettish figure.

His eyes gave no clue to what he was thinking.

But still, he reminded her, “It’s the left side.”

Yun Yuwan promptly moved both hands to the left.

How could someone’s arthritis hurt on only one side? Brother is so strange.

Outside the window, a sudden downpour indeed began, accompanied by the continuous rolling thunder. Everything outside was obscured by darkness smothered by the torrential rain.

But all she felt was that her brother must be in pain, so she covered his left knee harder, hugged his legs, sat on the carpet, and nestled against his knee cap.

Wen Yangzhi’s gaze seemed strange. At first glance, it was placid, but she felt that brother seemed to be deep in thought.

The next day at breakfast, Wen Yangzhi left early as usual. Yun Yuwan mentioned casually, “How could brother have rheumatism at his age.”

Zhao Qin paused, the corners of her lips stiffening into a forced smile, “Where did you hear that from?”

Yuwan felt that Auntie Qin’s expression and gestures were a bit strange, as if she didn’t want her to know, or maybe she wasn’t supposed to know about it:

“Brother told me yesterday. He said his knee hurt, and soon after, it rained. Isn’t that rheumatism?”

Zhao Qin nodded, vaguely evading the subject.

After eating, Yun Yuwan wanted to return to her room, but Wang Ma stopped her, pulling her aside.

“Miss, don’t mention this in front of madam again.”

She was confused and clueless, “Which matter?”

Wang Ma saw her blank expression, sighed inwardly about the child’s ignorance, and thought she might not have expected this, “Young Master Wen’s leg doesn’t have rheumatism. It was broken by Mr. Wen.”

Yun Yuwan felt as if she had stepped into a frozen abyss, “What did you say?”

Wang Ma sighed, her expression serious, “You weren’t here at that time. Young Master Wen has been interested in art since he was a child. When he was sixteen or seventeen, he applied to Parsons School of Design and had his artwork torn up by master.”

Parsons, she knew it, the number one art school in America.

But it turned out that brother had applied to an art school, and she had never seen him interested in art, not even one of his works. There wasn’t even a single paintbrush in his room.

She studied art, and brother never told her he had studied art too.

Wang Ma’s voice was more drenching than the storm, “Young Master Wen wanted to draw again, to finish the portfolio before the application deadline. When master found out, he was furious. He grabbed a Stone Paperweight and broke Young Master Wen’s left leg.”

Before Wang Ma could finish, tears had already started brimming in Yun Yuwan’s eyes.

Last night, she had laughed at her brother about his arthritis.

Without daring to think any further, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Wang Ma felt a deep sadness. She had watched Wen Yangzhi grow more distant from Wen Wei and Zhao Qin with each passing day, even colder than the last, “You weren’t around at that time. Young Master Wen never mentioned it, so the household deliberately avoids the topic. It just didn’t occur to us that you would find out.”