Crossing the line

Chapter 145 She cheated me of my money because she loved me

Wen Yangzhi watched as his car was used to put out a cigarette, leaving a thick grey mark, and wondered if the underneath was burned.

But he just wanted to talk to her: "I'm back."

Yun Yuwan raised her long curled eyelashes and looked at him, with a sneer in her eyes.

Wen Yangzhi was somewhat at a loss in front of her, although he only slightly tightened his neck, and his deep and low voice became slightly softer and faster, with a hint of flattery:

"Why did you come back early without telling me? I could pick you up."

She leaned against the car door, lazily, with the heel of one foot resting on his car door, the hem of her skirt sliding down along her fair and delicate legs, the petal-like wavy skirt supporting her like a calyx:
"There are too many people to pick me up, so there's no need for Director Wen to come."

He didn't know how to start a conversation with her. His handsome face should attract all women, not to mention his impressive background. In front of his old lover whom he hadn't seen for two years, he was so clumsy that he didn't know how to start a conversation:

“I’ve been seeing a counselor.”

It means that he has changed.

She tilted her head slightly, the street lights reflected in her eyes flickered, and she chuckled lightly, "Oh."

What does this mean, and what does it have to do with her?
Wen Yangzhi looked at her under the street light.

She doesn't care.

So what topic should he talk about to arouse her interest and continue the conversation with her?
But unexpectedly, Yun Yuwan suddenly approached: "Director Wen, are you interested in investing in Chun Yuwan?"

Wen Yangzhi asked calmly, "Can I vote?"

He thought she would not let him get involved.

She was a little amused, but said patiently: "Of course, anyone can invest, but I don't know if Director Wen is interested."

By asking him to vote for Chun Yuwan, was she sending him a signal that they were still close?

When he thought of this, he felt a surge of joy in his heart.

I was so mesmerized by her charming smiles and frowns that I almost forgot where I was.

He said quickly: "Of course I'm interested."

Hearing this, she raised her slender eyebrows slightly, stood up and walked to another car without even listening to the end, and took out a folder from a Ferrari.

Her slender and elegant fingers pulled out the pen hanging above the folder.

She walked over to him, gently touched the back of his hand, and put the Montblanc pen into his hand. Her voice was gentle and yet a little distant:

"Then please sign here, Director Wen."

He didn't even know what she wanted him to sign, and he didn't even read the content. He just turned the page and took off the pen cap. Even if Yun Yuwan gave him a contract to sell his body at this moment, he would sign it without hesitation.

He was her slave now.

Wen Yangzhi's huge Adam's apple rolled, his palms opened, one hand holding the folder, the other holding a pen, he stood there signing expressionlessly, just like he usually did, with a cold face that gave off a sexy vibe.

Yun Yuwan suddenly moved, raised her hand, placed it on his shoulder, leaned over to watch him sign, and her face was barely touching his arm.

Wen Yangzhi's whole body was tense, but he still pretended to be calm as he turned the page and signed.

But I heard a long, hoarse voice: "Director Wen, your handwriting is still so beautiful."

She slowly raised her eyes, opened her red lips lazily, and her orchid-like breath drifted across his neck:
"The eyelashes are so long."

Knowing that she was looking at him, Wen Yangzhi's heart seemed to explode.

Although he still had a cold face, he gripped the pen with a little more strength, and the boiling impulse of blood in his body was vented out through the hand holding the pen.

Yun Yuwan's eyes flickered. They had been sleeping in the same bed for three months, which was enough for her to be familiar with his every expression. Now, she couldn't help but look at his expression.

Wen Yangzhi is so tall, like a volcano about to erupt.

But she still waited and watched, waiting to see his next reaction.

She wanted to see a volcano explode.

Wen Yangzhi handed the document to her stiffly.

She took the signed document, patted his face gently, and said jokingly:
"I haven't seen you for two years, and you still look the same."

Instantly she withdrew her hand and denied: "No."

She smiled at him, but said something hurtful: "Older."

Looking at his beautiful beloved, Wen Yangzhi, who had seemed calm on the surface, felt as if he was struck by eighteen thunderbolts and stood there stiffly.

Yun Yuwan closed the folder and looked at him with bright eyes.

Wen Yangzhi was frozen, but he spoke word by word: "Don't you like the older one now?"

"Who would like old people?" she asked with a nonchalant smile.

Wen Yangzhi argued stubbornly: "Actually, I'm not that old now. I'm still in good health. I go to the gym regularly." She suddenly interrupted: "Oh, I remember, you are indeed in good health."

Her eyes were half-smiley, but clearly contained deep meaning. She knew best whether Wen Yangzhi had been in good health before.

Wen Yangzhi's breathing quickened slightly for a moment.

Was she joking with him, or was it a joke with a hint of color, was she flirting with him?
Does that prove that she's interested in him?
If she is interested in him, he should invite her to dinner tonight. She likes asparagus and tuna...

The more Wen Yangzhi thought about it, the more deeply he thought about it. When Yun Yuwan said something casually, he had already started to name the dishes in his mind.

The old man's cold white ears unexpectedly turned slightly red.

But the next second, Yun Yuwan on the other side poured cold water on him as if it had nothing to do with him, making it clear that the words were said casually:

"But that was two years ago after all. Two years is enough for a man to become weak. After all, he is thirty, which is considered middle-aged."

She slowly moved her eyes from bottom to top, landing on his face, and gave him a perfunctory smile, like a bad fox.

He subconsciously clarified: "I'm not weak yet."

She smiled and narrowed her eyes slightly. The ends of her eyes were darker than the beginnings and the eyelashes at the ends were longer than those at the front. The lines of her eyes were charming like a sleeping phoenix:
"is it?"

She gently touched her chin with her knuckles, but her eyes were on him, sly and bright, and she asked, "Is it the same as two years ago?"

He wanted to prove himself, but he couldn't say "Do you want to try it now?" because that would be considered as hooliganism, so after a long time, he could only say:
“Maybe it’s better than it was two years ago.”

But she calmly gave him a heavy blow: "I don't believe it."

Wen Yangzhi wanted to prove to his beloved woman that he was a practical man who never talked, but he didn't know how to prove it without practice.

Yun Yuwan gave instructions:
"Let me touch you?"

Before he agreed, her hand had already reached out and stopped in mid-air.

He actually didn't quite understand what she meant, but Yun Yuwan hooked her index finger.

He had a cold face, not realizing that he was like an untrained big dog. He could not understand commands, but could understand simple gestures. He immediately took two steps forward, waiting for his master to come.

Yun Yuwan's hooked finger hand dropped, but did not droop. Instead, it landed on his waist, firm as a warm pearl. She touched up along the first row of abdominal muscles under his chest. His chest was tense, and it could be felt that he had exercised. Even if he had tensed it intentionally, the muscles under his hands clearly showed signs of exercise.

Her breath came over, warm and like the subtle fragrance of orchid. Wen Yangzhi was like a drunk dog. As soon as she came close, he was intoxicated by her scent and didn't know where to go.

It was as if she was already in his arms, making him imagine something else.

It wasn't until her nails faintly slid down along the groove in the middle of his abdominal muscles and hooked the edge of his suit pants on his lower abdomen that he suddenly woke up, as if he realized what he was doing.

He should have told Yuwan to find another place for her to touch him, even in the car.

But Wen Yangzhi didn’t know that he was still losing 500 million yuan without charging any fees.

The few words he signed were enough for him to be listed as the top star in the White Horse Club.

But when he met her gaze, he was in a trance, intoxicated, and opened his thin lips slightly:
"satisfied?"

She took advantage of his distracted state and approached him with a friendly smile: "What is the relationship between my mother and your father?"

He casually said, "My father adores your mother."

She took her hand back and nodded in understanding: "Oh, no wonder."

Seeing her reaction, he suddenly realized that he had spoken too bluntly.

She touched him most likely to divert his attention so that he would say it inadvertently.

But she also had the right to know. He couldn't hide everything from her anymore. She would run away and might never come back.

Wen Yangzhi's Adam's apple rolled slightly rapidly.

She responded patiently, taking her hand back like a trainer training an animal, and asked him what he thought with her arms around her chest:
"What about you? What do you think about this?"

Unexpectedly, he panicked and said without thinking: "I love you."

Yun Yuwan was about to speak, but when she heard the sudden "I love you", she paused for a moment, then tried to hold back her laughter and said:
"You didn't think I was asking you if you like me?"

His voice choked and died in his throat, and he didn't even have time to read a single word of the accompanying essay he had prepared.

But he had already said it. He wanted her to know that he would not change his mind. He wanted to be a backup. He had never thought about it that way before. He wanted it more than Yang Ni.

"I misunderstood, but I want you to know that I love you."

She lowered her head and smiled casually, looking charming and stunning in the night, as if she was totally indifferent to the matter. However, it was this kind of indifference that was so effortless that it sucked people in like a magnet and made them unable to break free.

She stood up and walked towards him.

"But I'm not interested." She brushed past his ear, her red lips gently parted, and two words fell into his ear, "Brother."

In an instant, it was like a mountain torrent. The word "brother" rang in my ears like a blaze of fire, like a cluster of sparks lit on the autumn grassland. The dry grass immediately absorbed the flames eagerly, and instantly a prairie fire was set off.

Wen Yangzhi's blood was trembling all over.