Crossing the line

Chapter 19: Mouth is tougher than life
Yun Yuwan couldn't help but laugh: "Really?"

"Really? Your brother was injured in school and broke his leg. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he insisted that it didn't hurt. His expression didn't change at all." Zhu Qing'an listed all the details. "He had a car accident on the way to the university graduation party. His ribs were broken and almost pierced his heart. Your brother couldn't even get up, but he said he was fine. But when he opened his mouth, blood spurted out. He has the toughest mouth of all."

Yun Yuwan felt distressed after hearing this, and also felt that her brother was really hard-hearted.

It turned out that after she came back, her brother never told her that he liked her because he was too thick-skinned.

No wonder he didn't refuse but also wouldn't take the initiative to get close to her. Then when she hugged him, his brother must have been secretly happy.

It seems that she should be more proactive in the future to make her brother happy.

My brother even flew to Belgium to spend Christmas with her.

Zhu Qingan teased: "Wen Yangzhi has been a domineering boss since he was a child. He is tougher than his life. I am not kidding. If he told you that he doesn't like you and has no feelings for you, he would be so happy inside."

Yun Yuwan was secretly happy.

Jiang Jianqing, who stayed there, was stunned when he heard their conversation.

As soon as Zhu Qing'an saw his expression, he knew that he was also kept in the dark.

Yun Yuwan was just afraid that Wen Yangzhi would get angry: "I'll go find my brother first."

Zhu Qingan and Lin Chu waved their hands.

As soon as she left, Zhu Qing'an pulled Jiang Jianqing over and whispered:
"You know about Wen Yangzhi's trip to Belgium last year, right? He went to see Yun Yuwan, but Yun Yuwan wasn't in Belgium, so he returned home the next day."

Is it because of Yun Yuwan? Isn't it because of the Steel Group? Jiang Jianqing was still a little confused: "So?"

Zhu Qingan continued: "And the comics that fill Wen Yangzhi's study are not for his own reading. He bought them for Yun Yuwan because Yun Yuwan is studying painting. How could Wen Yangzhi be interested in comics?"

"You mean, Wen Yangzhi likes Yun Yuwan?" Jiang Jianqing finally figured out a clue.

Zhu Qingan lamented his slowness: "Yeah, you didn't see that?"

This is ridiculous.

Jiang Jianqing wanted to refute, but suddenly understood the sentence "My brother likes me very much."

He thought it was between brother and sister, but unexpectedly it was between lovers.

White, pure, sexy and well-matched.

In an instant, I had an epiphany.

She didn't lie, and neither did Wen Yangzhi.

No wonder Wen Yangzhi didn’t change her surname and could just give her the necklace.

No wonder she could come and hug Yangzhi without restraint, and Yangzhi was not angry, as if she was hugged often.

Who could be a better match than his own sister.

Jiang Jianqing turned around and looked at Yun Yuwan's back.

She really is... exactly the type that Yangzhi said he liked.

He thought she was talking nonsense, but his brother really liked her.

Since she dared to say it, she must be sure of it, otherwise how could she dare to offend Wen Yangzhi just because of her confidence.

That’s Wen Yangzhi, no one can afford to offend him.

The only possibility is that Yangzhi said he liked her.

All the doubts were answered in my mind.

A guy who is more stubborn than his life, being able to say what type of person he likes is almost making it clear that it is he who does not understand.

When Yun wanted to go out late.

Wen Yangzhi was smoking outside on a large terrace. He stood by the European-style railings, tall and slender, with one hand casually inserted in his trouser pocket and the other hand holding a cigarette between his slender and bony fingers. He stood there alone and proud amid the noisy crowd.

She trotted over to him and looked at him with a pitiful look on purpose: "Brother, I didn't tell anyone that you gave me the necklace."

He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray in the waiter's hand: "No need to explain."

Wen Yangzhi simply didn't have the patience to listen to this nonsense.

Yun Yuwan stopped what she was about to continue and lowered her head in embarrassment.

It turned out that he was not angry with her because of these little things.

That’s right, I will be much more tolerant towards someone I like, so why would I get angry about this?

Why didn't she think of that?

Yun Yuwan turned to find a topic to talk to him: "Is the uncle who just spoke for me the chairman of Zhushou Insurance, which issues perpetual bonds for insurance companies?"

Hearing her utter a noun, Wen Yangzhi finally looked at her, holding a newly lit cigarette between his long fingers:
“Are you interested in perpetual bonds?”

She smiled, revealing a row of pearly teeth: "I'm not interested. I just heard people talking about it. I don't know what it means."

Wen Yangzhi flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked away.

There was no smile on his face.

He should have thought of it.

He said expressionlessly: "It's okay, go play."

Unexpectedly, Yun Yuwan said, "I don't have money to go out and play."

Wen Yangzhi: “?”

He looked at Yun Yuwan.

Yun Yuwan, who had the highest level unlimited black card of Wen's Bank, blinked her eyes.

Wen Yangzhi didn't ask further, or maybe he didn't care, he just asked coldly: "How much do you want?"

"Ten million."

He said in a casual tone: "I'll ask my secretary to call you."

But she pressed on: "I want it now."

Large value transfers need to be processed by a large value payment system, and ordinary customers can transfer in real time on weekdays.

But now it's the weekend, and it's 11 o'clock in the evening. It's not that Wen Yangzhi can't immediately ask someone at work to transfer the money. Even the Wen Bank abroad can transfer it to her across borders. It's just a matter of a word, but he doesn't want to indulge her.

Give you whatever you want.

Give her whatever she wants.
It is too late to face the clouds.

This is Wen Yangzhi’s limit.

Because she always asks for too much and has no boundaries, she will want him to give her everything.

"No," was the iron rule he had established soon after he met Yun Yuwan.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she observed his expression and said pitifully, "Brother, can't you turn it?"

Her long hair was blown around like the down of a white pheasant. "But it doesn't matter if it can't spin. I have a way. It will be in my hands in one second."

He looked at her, trying to see what she was up to.

She pulled his sleeve and looked up at him. Her big, watery eyes were full of clearness and her thick eyelashes curled up charmingly, as if she admired the person she was looking up at.
"Brother, your people want your card."

Jiang Jianqing, who had just been brainwashed by Zhu Qingan, came out to watch.

So Zhu Qing'an and Jiang Jianqing both heard the words "Your people want your card."

The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

So, Wen Yangzhi really likes his sister.

The four glances from those two people came at me like injections.

Wen Yangzhi took out his wallet from his suit pocket, pulled out a card and handed it to her. He whispered two words, signaling her that his patience had run out: "Go home."

His original intention was to let her go home by herself.

But she thought they were going home together. She held the card, eyes full of stars, and gently grabbed Wen Yangzhi's arm and shook it: "Okay."

It looked like she was acting like a spoiled child, but Wen Yangzhi, who was always very orderly, did not shake her off.

Zhu Qing'an and Jiang Jianqing were both surprised.

Yun Yuwan followed him all the way. When Wen Yang got in his car, he didn't ask her to get in. She happily opened the other door and sat next to him.

Wen Yangzhi: “…”

But he said nothing.

As a result, she started to act up before the driver even started driving.

"Brother, how many kilograms do you need to bench press to reach this level of chest muscle?" She reached out and pressed his chest with her hand, "Is it at least 60 kilograms?"

(End of this chapter)