A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 32 - 26 The Pants Wont Button Up
Chapter 32: Chapter 26: The Pants Won’t Button Up
Chapter 32 -26: The Pants Won’t Button Up
She thought her brother would look away, but Wen Yangzhi didn’t, his gaze fixed on her like a wolf.
On the other end of the phone, someone was still talking, but Wen Yangzhi was just staring at Yun Yuwan, who had taken off her trousers inside the full-length balcony window.
A tall and slender figure stood behind the window.
That fierce and sharp gaze, like a carnivorous animal stalking its prey, was bottomless even under the sunlight, making her feel unnaturally uncomfortable.
Yun Yuwan had worn a dress outfit for her activities that day, she hadn’t taken off her safety shorts, just changed into a pair of jeans here; taking off the jeans wasn’t really a big deal.
But being watched by him was unbearable, sending an inexplicable heat throughout her body.
In the sunlight, the young girl sat on a man’s bed with her thin, fair legs exposed, almost everything that could be revealed was shown to him, her jeans casually draped over the leather chair by his bed.
That was where Wen Yangzhi often sat.
Yun Yuwan swallowed nervously, feeling like her brother was about to come over and spank her.
However, Wen Yangzhi simply said indifferently to Jiang Jianqing on the phone, “Come over now.”
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He didn’t wait for a response.
He hung up the phone and reached out; she thought he was going to push open the glass door, which startled her.
However, he reached out and his hard knuckles tapped on the glass, each word falling cold as hail:
“Put on your pants, come downstairs.”
Wen Yangzhi turned his back, his long legs stepping forward; the terrace was connected to more than just one room, and he stepped out from the other side of the terrace.
Yun Yuwan let out a sigh of relief.
She hurriedly put on her pants, but in her haste, she popped the button off.
Meanwhile, a servant had let Jiang Jianqing in; he carried a bag into the house, and the servant reminded him that Mr. Wen was upstairs.
Jiang Jianqing didn’t give it much thought and went straight upstairs.
Lately, while chatting with Wen Yangzhi, he always skirted around inquiring, honestly, he wasn’t clear about what exactly Yun Yuwan’s situation was with Wen Yangzhi.
There was an upcoming dinner party that essentially only invited couples, and he wasn’t sure whether to invite Yun Yuwan as Wen Yangzhi’s companion.
In fact, Jiang Jianqing felt that, since the two weren’t really at any significant stage of relationship, and Wen Yangzhi has always been extremely cold to everyone, even if he liked her a bit, what of it? A naturally cold person wouldn’t let anyone break through their defenses, so inviting Yun Yuwan might not be as good as inviting a woman with whom he had close business relations.
But after much thought, he still needed to ask Wen Yangzhi before deciding whether to invite Yun Yuwan or not.
He went upstairs and at the end of the second-floor corridor, he saw Wen Yangzhi.
He walked over with a smile, starting to speak to Wen Yangzhi and opening the bag:
“You always say you’ve been feeling restless lately, so I’ve brought you some fragrant citron fruit, you can place it in your room for an offering, it might—”
Wen Yangzhi’s gaze had just swept over to him, but Jiang Jianqing abruptly stopped speaking.
Yun Yuwan came out of Wen Yangzhi’s room, still looking down and fiddling with her waistband, muttering, “Brother, I can’t fasten my pants.”
She was draped in Wen Yangzhi’s suit jacket, which was so large it further emphasized her slim and delicate figure, the hem of the suit reaching the middle of her thighs, clearly revealing only a camisole beneath.
The suit jacket covered her waistband, which actually wouldn’t have been exposed even if it weren’t covered, since it wasn’t a zipper that was undone.
With a click, the bag slipped from Jiang Jianqing’s grasp and fell to the ground, a citron fruit rolling out, making its way to Yun Yuwan’s feet.
Yun Yuwan only then realized someone else was present, raising her head for a glance and seeing one of Wen Yangzhi’s friends, she pulled the jacket around her and shyly greeted:
“Brother, hello.”
Her cheeks flushed, her voice as soft as ever, and even more enticing and vulnerable with a hint of shyness.
Hearing her calling someone else brother.
The words Wen Yangzhi intended to remind Yun Yuwan with suddenly stopped at his teeth.
Even Jiang Jianqing, who was usually thick-skinned, couldn’t help but avert his gaze, his ears reddening, unable to stare at the provocative scene or dare to think about what the two of them had just been doing.
What kind of activity required taking off pants in Wen Yangzhi’s room.
They were both adults, and it didn’t take much thought to know what that implied.
That Wen Yangzhi!
Jiang Jianqing forced himself to stay composed, “Um, hello.”
He glanced at Wen Yangzhi, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
Then he hastily picked up the bag and beat a quick retreat from this place of trouble.
Wen Yangzhi looked at Yun Yuwan, “Go downstairs, have the driver take you back.”
Yun Yuwan was somewhat surprised.
Her brother didn’t scold her.
She thought he would scold her.
It seemed her brother wasn’t angry; he could even accept her taking off her pants and sitting on his bed, which would have been impossible in the past.
She was inexplicably happy, her soft cheeks breaking into a smile: “Okay.”
Wen Yangzhi didn’t give her another glance and headed straight downstairs.
Jiang Jianqing didn’t know what to say to Wen Yangzhi downstairs and felt that there was probably no need to ask about the banquet.
Yun Yuwan went downstairs but didn’t leave the house; instead, she approached the two men who were drinking tea.
“Brother, I haven’t responded to you yet.”
Wen Yangzhi lifted his eyelids; his brows and eyes were deep and dark as a raven, his eyelashes as black as the bird, his demeanor cold and indifferent: “Respond to what?”
She shyly said, “I love you too.”
Jiang Jianqing, who had been sipping tea, choked in shock, turning to look at the indifferent-faced Wen Yangzhi.
He could never have imagined that Wen Yangzhi would say “I love you” to anyone.
It turned out Wen Yangzhi really did like her.
Wen Yangzhi suddenly heard “I love you too.”
Jiang Jianqing was also there.
It was as if she deliberately wanted others to misunderstand their relationship in front of someone else.
Wen Yangzhi merely reminded her, his tone even gentle: “That’s about enough.”
She had thought her brother would be happy, but Wen Yangzhi’s strange attitude made her stiffen.
Why did it seem like her brother wasn’t happy?
She tried to lighten the mood, looking down at her shoes: “Brother, you even prepared new ladies’ slippers at home, did you prepare them for me?”
Wen Yangzhi glanced at the slippers on her feet but didn’t answer, simply saying: “Nannan.”
Yun Yuwan thought she heard wrong, and looked at Wen Yangzhi with some astonishment; he looked calm and composed, his rich and deep brows and eyes relaxed.
Nannan.
Her brother called her Nannan.
She tentatively whispered, “What is it?”
But Wen Yangzhi only said: “The driver is waiting for you outside.”
Yun Yuwan murmured softly, “Okay then.”
Yun Yuwan walked away with her thoughts in knots, Jiang Jianqing teased: “Why are you so harsh with your sister, if you like her, don’t always reject her verbally.”
Wen Yangzhi was unyielding, “That’s not the case.”
“Are you sure?” Jiang Jianqing didn’t believe it, but for the sake of his brother’s lifetime happiness, still reminded him:
“Your sister seems to have a bit of an NPD tendency, you know. You should try to speak the truth as much as possible, don’t be stubborn. If you confirm you don’t like her just once, you might never get the chance to see her again.”
NPD, Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Jiang Jianqing was a graduate with a master’s degree in psychology from New York University; even if he had been slacking off these past few years, his expertise was still there, making him especially sensitive to people’s psychological problems.
Wen Yangzhi remained disinterested: “Don’t bother with her.”
It was utterly impossible for Yun Yuwan to be like that; even if he rejected her today, she would fawn over him again tomorrow, it was just a matter of time.
He knew all too well.
He reminded Jiang Jianqing, “Zhou Fei will be here later.”
Jiang Jianqing deeply felt his friend was warped, following him regardless: “Why invite someone here to talk about bank affairs at your home?”
Wen Yangzhi didn’t explain: “It’s not about the bank.”
Jiang Jianqing knew him best; how could it not be about the bank? For a workaholic like Wen Yangzhi, bringing work home was all too common.
Could it be that he was going to bring the bank president home for a romantic talk?
