Crossing the line

Chapter 152 Daughter
Wen Yangzhi's face looked heavy.

Is she flirting with Jiang Yingyu?

But her expression was relaxed, and Jiang Yingyu's expression didn't change much either.

Yun Yuwan didn't say a word until the dinner was over.

Jiang Yingyu was distracted and tripped over the threshold when he went out. He lost his balance and rushed into Wen Yangzhi's arms.

Wen Yangzhi knew that the person walking behind him was Yun Yuwan, and thought that Yun Yuwan had fallen, so he hurried to catch her.

So in front of everyone, Wen Yangzhi was seen with a firm and cold expression, one hand supporting the back of Jiang Yingyu's neck, and the other hand should have been on Yun Yuwan's waist, but Jiang Yingyu was too tall, so Wen Yangzhi put his hand on Jiang Yingyu's butt.

Zhu sisters: “?”

Yun Yuwan: “……?”

Jiang Jianqing, who just turned around: "?!!"

Jiang Yingyu's butt:

.........

There was an increase in touch that had never been there before.

Wen Yangzhi suddenly felt that his height and weight were not right, so he let go immediately. Jiang Yingyu looked a little strange, but he didn't look him in the eye: "Thank you."

Wen Yangzhi's eyes were only on Yun Yuwan. He nodded casually and followed Yun Yuwan.

I didn't even know that the people I was traveling with were already in turmoil.

Yun Yuwan did not go home after dinner, but went to Chun Yuwan’s headquarters in Shanghai.

Wen Yangzhi accompanied her all the way to the main store before leaving.

The trophy for the first prize of the European Flower Arrangement Championship is placed in her office. The flower arrangement championship allows each country to send one representative. In this competition, the Chinese representative is Yun Yuwan, the founder of the Xinfeng flower arrangement brand Chun Yuwan.

The selection topics for that session included table flowers, hand-tied bouquets, and human flower arrangement, and in the end, representatives from sixteen countries remained.

She defeated other competitors and won the first place in global flower arrangement that year.

Even in times when your situation is quite special.

Chun Yuwan only started to move up the ladder obviously because he had the circle, resources, connections and recognition.

After leaving the office, I found some foreign friends outside who wanted to pay with foreign currency.

But the clerk won’t read Canadian dollars.

She took a look at it and just declined, smiling, "We don't accept banknotes from other countries here, sorry."

The clerk found it a bit strange because the boss had been collecting foreign currency just two days ago and teaching them how to read Euros and US dollars.

The clerk asked after the people left.

Yun Yuwan looked at the departing customer calmly and said, "The Canadian dollar feels like plastic, but the words on it are raised. The Banque du Canada on that bill is not raised, and there is no frosted maple leaf with a transparent outline on the bill."

The clerk exclaimed: "You are so good, just like you run a bank."

She smiled slightly.

At night, Wen Yangzhi sent her a message, asking her if she could have dinner together.

Yun Yuwan replied that he was busy.

Unexpectedly, after a while, a few people came over with food delivered from the hotel restaurant.

There are dozens of dishes.

Not long after, Wen Yangzhi came to the door and brought a bottle of wine.

It's white wine, you don't need to decant it, just open it and drink it.

As he opened the bottle, he looked at the bottle opening being twisted open by the corkscrew with his eyelids drooped, and said casually:
"Do you like seeing me drunk?"

She looked at the silhouette of the man standing by the counter and asked carelessly:

"I used to like it, so when you brought a bottle of wine today, did you voluntarily put aside your pride in front of me, just because I like to see you lose control?"

He didn't say anything, but took the goblet and poured the light golden wine into it, then asked: "Do you like it?" She folded her legs and looked at Chun Yuwan's documents: "You don't have to do such a shameful thing to make up for it. I was embarrassed before because I was young. How old are you now?"

He paused slightly in pouring the wine.

She didn't even look up at him, but said calmly: "I know you are anxious now, but I don't want to bear too much responsibility, lest I am not with you, and when you look back in the future, you will be full of regrets and complaints."

He put out the cigarette she had placed on the ashtray: "I would rather regret something I have done than regret something I have not done."

She smiled.

Halfway through the meal, Wen Yangzhi was actually a little drunk.

Yun Yuwan sat opposite him and suddenly asked him, whose eyes were already blurry:

"Wen Yangzhi, is my son good-looking?"

He thought she wanted to be praised. After all, Yun Yuwan loved to be praised. He said in a gentle and slow voice: "It looks good."

She raised her eyelids slightly to look at him, and then asked again: "Is it cute?"

He spoke slowly, doting like a child: "Cute."

After waiting for a moment, she suddenly said, "I have a daughter."

His eyes were filled with intoxication as he leaned back in his chair and asked her, "What is it this time? Is it an otter as well?"

She smiled but did not answer. Her mature and lazy face had a charm that left traces of wind in every frown and smile.

After taking another sip of wine, he swirled the wine in the glass and asked him:
"Do you want to know what Jiang Yingyu and I talked about yesterday?"

Although he was a little drunk, he still said affirmatively: "Of course."

She continued to pick up food without taking it seriously: "I told him that two months after I broke up with him, I found out I was pregnant."

Wen Yangzhi drank the wine in one gulp. He didn't expect it, he really didn't expect it. His voice was hoarse: "His?"

She raised her eyes nonchalantly and looked into his eyes: "It's yours."

The office, which only had two people, seemed to be on pause for a moment.

Why has she changed so much? Her temperament, face and figure have all changed a lot. Even the way she handles things has undergone earth-shaking changes. She no longer wants to be the center of the crowd like npd, but just keeps quiet and keeps a low profile. She has become much more mature in the way she speaks and does things.

Many of her actions were things she would never have done before, but with a hint of hatred. Perhaps it was because he was indeed absent from an important period of her life, and she bore the burden alone, unable to let it go.

After she came back, her hatred for him finally had a reasonable explanation, it was not just as simple as him not wanting to get married.

After many twists and turns, he seemed to have finally stumbled towards the correct answer. Those guesses and confirmations were not false.

Wen Yangzhi's respiratory tract seemed to become narrower all of a sudden, and he couldn't breathe in or out. He could only breathe slowly, almost stopping his breath, for fear of disturbing his dream.

Yun Yuwan was sitting right in front of him, but he couldn't touch her, as if there was a layer of cloud and mist between them. He felt as if he was sitting there but the world was in turmoil. She was sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes near and sometimes far away in his field of vision.

She was clearly sitting there, still eating like she was just now.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he suspected that his voice was going to tremble: "Yu Wan."

"Yeah." She was so calm that it didn't seem like she had just suddenly revealed this explosive news.

He still couldn't believe it: "Is it true?"

She didn't take it seriously: "It could be fake."

He heard his own voice as if floating from the sky: "We have a daughter?"

She just said calmly: "Yes, I have a daughter."

Wen Yangzhi's voice was cautious: "Can I go see my daughter?"

"It's your freedom," she responded.

He seemed to have to exert force to utter each word: "What's the child's name?"

She finally looked him straight in the eye: "Yun Qing."

I hope that the five hundred thousand kilograms of cloud will no longer weigh heavily on my shoulders, and that I won’t have to carry as much as her mother did.