A Crazy Love Proposal-Chapter 59 - 46 Young and Already Rheumatic

Chapter 59: Chapter 46: Young and Already Rheumatic

Chapter 59 -46: Young and Already Rheumatic

His movement was sudden, and Yangzhi was too close to her; the overpowering male scent rushed towards her, making her feel unnatural all over.

She wanted to avoid his gaze, his eyes and body were too fiercely hot, and she couldn’t resist for a moment.

Her hand was still pressed against his chest, afraid to look at him, “Brother.”

Yuwan looked around but didn’t look at him; her large round eyes, even when drooping, had eyelids curved like crescent moons, her face lacked distinct angles except for a small and delicately pointed nose, displaying an uncontrollable naivety characteristic of the young, just like when she was sixteen or seventeen.

Yangzhi’s hand was on her tailbone, gently patting her:

“Looking where?”

She shuddered, finally slowly raising her eyes to meet his gaze, not knowing what was happening.

His eyes were as deep as the ocean at night, yet they seemed to contain fire, making it unbearable for her to look.

Her crimson lips parted slightly: “Why have you come back?”

Yangzhi’s grip on her did not follow with more actions: “Just passing by.”

She should have had a lot to say to her brother, but at that moment, she didn’t dare speak, afraid of having to make eye contact, and only dared to whisper softly, “Oh…”

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

Her voice was weak and coy, genuinely asking: “What would I ask of you?”

His gaze was scorchingly intense, but his voice was the opposite, cool and thin as melting ice:

“If you wanted nothing, what were you doing around me all this time?”

He spoke directly, making Yuwan want to cover her face.

So, the brother had always known she was seducing him. He hadn’t reacted, and she thought he hadn’t noticed.

Yangzhi folded his arms, she sat on the island counter, just at eye level with him.

Being held by Yangzhi, she felt both shy and timid, yet, his warmth and scent made her want to draw closer, he was the man she had loved for so many years.

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

His eyes deepened.

She leaned close to him, just inches away from his lips: “Brother, are you going to respond to me now?”

The depths of Yangzhi’s eyes were like the wilderness at night.

At such a close distance, kissing was the only thing she could think of.

Yuwan thought about it and tentatively touched his lips.

Yangzhi was not angry.

She tentatively touched him again.

The man with a tough exterior had lips as soft as teddy bear candies; her heart secretly rejoiced.

However, when it was time to pull away, Yuwan was still immersed in the joy of being allowed to kiss Yangzhi.

Yangzhi grabbed the back of her head and pushed her towards him.

The room was quiet, the curtains wide open.

If one really cared, one could completely see inside from outside.

The dense kiss carried her into the moist ocean current, swirling and surging, wave after wave, like warm ocean waves pushing toward the shore gradually, as if enveloped within, unable to escape.

Completely unlike a light touch, she was not used to it; just as she thought to dodge for a breath, she felt a bite.

Yuwan covered her mouth in shock,

her clear and bright round eyes stared at him.

But Yangzhi’s eyes were indifferent:

“Want more?”

The strong aftertaste lingered on her lips, her tongue slightly painful.

She was stunned: “Brother, you bit me.”

His demeanor was indifferent, as if it mattered little:

“Bite back.”

She blushed and was flustered: “Why are you like this?”

Yangzhi did not respond to her. Yuwan then looked down at the floor, her head hanging down like a dog with droopy ears, her hand resting on the counter island, muttering to herself:

“I want to get down.”

Yangzhi ignored her.

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

He finally moved, parted her legs, allowing her to hang on him, supporting her thighs as he lifted her down.

Yuwan suddenly felt a sensation of floating without support.

This was not the way to get down.

She hadn’t regained her composure when she was carried away by the man.

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

Outside, Zhao Qin was cautious:

“Son, Wang-ma has stewed some soup, do you want to come down… and have some with your sister?”

He carried her to the sofa at the foot of the bed. In this position, Yuwan was still sitting on his lap.

Yuwan felt out of her element, unsure of what he was going to do next.

Zhao Qin’s voice lacked confidence as she advised:

“You haven’t communicated with your sister for a long time as well. The failed arranged marriage wasn’t entirely your sister’s fault; don’t be too harsh in blaming your sister.”

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

She was somewhat astonished.

And Yangzhi, with closed eyes, completely ignored the outside noise.

“It’s unfortunate that we couldn’t arrange the marriage with the Jiang family, and although you are upset, you can’t put all the blame on Yuwan. Mom knows you’re definitely mad at Yuwan, but you also have to consider Yuwan is still young, and she still doesn’t clearly know who she likes and who she doesn’t.”

He saw her very clearly.

Yuwan’s lips were sealed; all she could murmur was, “Brother, Auntie is calling you.”

Wen Yangzhi merely supported her cheek with his hand and forcefully realigned her distracted head, not responding to Zhao Qin at all.

Zhao Qin wanted to use this moment to enter the room; her hand was already on the doorknob, only to find the door locked.

Was her son so afraid of her entering to speak a few words with him?

So annoyed with her…

Zhao Qin finally went silent, withdrawing her hand from the doorknob dejectedly.

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

Even a single response would have been nice, just not to lose face in front of Yuwan.

But even when she brought up Yuwan, trying to spark his interest with her topic, he remained indifferent.

Did her son hate her that much?

Yuwan finally collapsed onto his shoulder, “Stop, Brother, my mouth is numb.”

Wen Yangzhi finally let her go.

She scooted closer and hugged him tightly, wanting to cling to him.

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

Wen Yangzhi looked down at her, “You know there is something to be scared of.”

He let go of her, placed her on the sofa, and stood up to light a cigarette.

She followed him like a little puppy, hugging his waist from behind:

“Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?”

His back was to her as he was lighting his cigarette. The lighter sprang open quickly at the flick of his thumb, the mechanical wave crisply echoing. Wen Yangzhi’s voice followed, calm and concise:

“Yes.”

She couldn’t believe it, utterly thrilled yet timidly asked:

“Then can I do anything with you?”

His slim fingers held the cigarette as he glanced at her briefly,

“Tomorrow.”

Yuwan was puzzled, “Why tomorrow?”

She was too noisy, but Wen Yangzhi still answered her vaguely:

“It’s going to rain, so no.”

“Why not if it’s raining?” She was even more confused now.

He remained silent, not answering. Yuwan, although puzzled, didn’t press further but switched topics, “How did you know it’s going to rain? Today’s weather forecast said no rain.”

He finally spoke, exhaling a puff of white smoke, “My knees hurt.”

She was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly found it amusing. Her brother could be so ridiculous sometimes: “Brother, you’re only four or five years older than me, why do you have rheumatism already?”

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

Yuwan couldn’t help but laugh.

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

Unexpectedly, she knelt down, covering his knee with her warm hands.

His eyes downcast, his deep gaze seemingly calm as he watched her, enthusiastic and coquettish.

His eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts.

He still reminded her, “It’s the left one.”

Yuwan immediately shifted both hands to the left.

How strange that rheumatism hurts on one side only. Brother is so odd.

Outside, a sudden downpour began, with continuous, muffled rumbling of thunder. The outside turned pitch black, all obscured by the torrential rain.

Yet all she felt was concern that her brother was in pain, pressing down hard on his left knee, hugging his leg, sitting on the carpet, and cooing at him.

Wen Yangzhi’s gaze was peculiar, seemingly serene, but she felt her brother was deep in thought.

During breakfast the next day, Wen Yangzhi had already left early. Yuwan casually mentioned, “Brother seems too young to have rheumatism.”

Zhao Qin paused, her lips stiffening slightly, “Where did you hear that?”

Her expression and demeanor seemed odd, as if she didn’t want Yuwan to know or that Yuwan shouldn’t know:

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

Zhao Qin nodded, vaguely dodging the question.

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

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

She was perplexed and confused, “Which thing?”

Wang Ma saw her puzzled look and sighed. It wasn’t her fault for not understanding; she might not have expected this, “Young Master Wen’s leg isn’t rheumatic; it was broken by Mr. Wen.”

Yuwan felt as if she was struck by ice, “What did you say?”

Wang Ma sighed heavily, her expression solemn, “You weren’t here yet. Young Master Wen has been interested in art since he was young. At sixteen or seventeen, he applied to Parsons School of Design, but Mr. Wen tore up his artwork.”

Parsons, she knew, the top art school in America.

So her brother had applied to an art school. She had never seen her brother interested in art, nor had she ever seen a single piece of his work; there weren’t even any paintbrushes in his room.

She studied art, but her brother had never told her that he had also studied art.

Wang Ma’s voice was more drenching than the storm, “Young Master Wen wanted to paint again, rushing to complete his portfolio before applying. Mr. Wen found out and, in a rage, broke Young Master Wen’s left leg with a Stone Paperweight.”

Yuwan’s eyes reddened before Wang Ma had even finished.

Last night, she was still laughing about her brother having old cold legs.

She couldn’t afford to ponder deeply, as tears uncontrollably started to fall.

Wang Ma felt somewhat desolate, having watched Wen Yangzhi and the cold estrangement between him, Zhao Qin, and Wen Wei: “You weren’t here at that time, Young Master Wen never mentioned it, so the family intentionally avoided it, just didn’t expect you would find out.”