Chapter 268: Chapter 143 The Love Swindler Yun Yuwan Chapter 268: Chapter 143 The Love Swindler Yun Yuwan The glass conservatory was drenched in sunlight as a hand painted with azure nail polish lifted a sunflower, its enchanting slim drum-shaped nails resembling a stretch of the sky, complementing the sunflower perfectly.

Gently placing the sunflower into the bouquet.

“I’ve been rather busy lately; I’ll visit you once I get some free time. Did you receive the flowers I sent you?”

Zhao Qin’s smile revealed a double chin as she heard her future beloved daughter-in-law speak, naturally overjoyed, “Received them; you send arranged fresh flowers every week. Preparing these designed bouquets must take up a lot of your time, right?”

Now, spring Yuwan had contracted all the garden florals and interior floral arrangements for the Wen Family’s old residence. With the estate being so grand, the yearly expenditure on this alone was close to a million.

The woman dressed in a sundown-hued Bohemian maxi dress walked over to the glass conservatory’s floral rack and selected a yellow rose, her voice resonant with easy charm:

“It’s nothing more than a small effort. You raised an extra child like me; arranging a few flowers is nothing in comparison.”

“Good, good, good, you’re so thoughtful,” Zhao Qin eagerly pried, “…Yuwan, do you have a boyfriend recently?”

The young woman drawled, “Not yet.”

Zhao Qin nearly broke into a high-pitched squeal of joy, “Then hurry—hurry back home. Auntie knows many talented young men; you’ll make a reliable choice if you come back home to choose.”

The other party lightly brushed past the subject, “I’ll keep looking. I’m still young, not in a rush.”

She might not be in a rush, but Zhao Qin was practically dying from urgency.

Two years ago, Zhao Qin had been resolute in saying that Wen Yangzhi wouldn’t remain unmarried just because Yun Yuwan was gone. He still went to all the matchmaking dates before; it’s just that none caught his eye.

She simply couldn’t believe that he wouldn’t marry someone else without Yun Yuwan.

So when Wen Yangzhi returned from Europe, she started arranging matchmaking dates for him with zeal.

Much to her surprise, Wen Yangzhi ignored them completely. He couldn’t be found at the bank, and he was unreachable in general until they discovered him sitting in Yuwan’s room, in the dark.

When Zhao Qin turned on the light, she found her son who never cried, in tears.

Zhao Qin was momentarily stunned.

She heard her son call her ‘mom’ for the first time in eight years, but it was a painful confession from him:

“Mom, I can’t live without her.”

She had wanted to persuade him that there were plenty of other good people out there, but as soon as she spoke, Wen Yangzhi hung his head and let the tears fall from his nose without restraint:

“Without her, I’ll never get married in this lifetime.”

Zhao Qin originally thought it was just the furious talk of the lovelorn, thinking it would pass in a few months, after all, aren’t all men like that?

At the time of a breakup, one thinks the pain is unbearable, only to turn around and find someone new.

However, despite her subtly arranging casual encounters for him, he showed no interest, solely immersed in work as if to numb himself.

Eventually, she made a slight compromise, reckoning Wen Yangzhi perhaps really did prefer someone of Yun Yuwan’s type.

After much effort, she found a girl from a humble family whose eyes were somewhat similar to Yun Yuwan’s. The girl was gentle and soft-tempered, just like Yun Yuwan, and was sent to apply for his assistant position.

But he saw through it at a glance, telling the girl it was hard for his mother to find her.

When he got home, he reminded Zhao Qin that finding a look-alike was an insult to Yun Yuwan and asked her not to look for someone who resembled her again.

Wen Yangzhi always visited Yun Yuwan’s various online platforms, often leaving browsing traces.

It wasn’t until Yun Yuwan changed her background image to a plain text picture that read, “Stop stalking me every day, old man.”

Only then did he learn to hide his browsing history with a membership.

Zhao Qin checked out Yun Yuwan’s Weibo, attempting to find some traits for matchmaking that could captivate Wen Yangzhi, only to see that background.

And with Yun Yuwan openly hanging Wen Yangzhi, fans thought that the young and beautiful owner of spring Yuwan was being harassed by a middle-aged greasy old man, and went to Wen Yangzhi’s main page to scold him.

Zhao Qin: “…”

How she recognized it was because the only post shared by the account that was being cursed featured the purple Phalaenopsis orchid from Yun Yuwan’s room.

Actually, that was still okay. It simply meant old affections were hard to forget.

What truly made Zhao Qin realize he truly had no intention of marrying without Yun Yuwan was his beginning to deliberately nurture his cousin’s youngest son, aiming for the cousin’s youngest son, Wen Yao, to inherit the bank.

Zhao Qin was so anxious she finally knew she had messed up this time.

He didn’t even plan to have children.

If she had known, she would not have treated Yuwan that way.

Now look, she, the perennially clueless one, had broken up a perfectly good couple.

Lou Wanyi’s situation really wasn’t that serious. Yuwan, how wonderful she was—beautiful and dignified. And she wasn’t just any bad girl; she was someone with a high education level, gentle and wouldn’t go against her parents’ wishes.

Zhao Qin was so anxious, she got blisters in her mouth, and even went so far as to call Yun Yuwan ten times in one day, hinting that her brother missed her very much and had always been single.

But Yun Yuwan, it’s unclear whether she had taken a course that suddenly improved her EQ, nonchalantly diverted the conversation.

Sometimes, after hanging up the phone, Zhao Qin would suddenly realize her mistake, having not asked if she had a boyfriend or if there was still a chance for reconciliation with her brother.

Once Yun Yuwan left them, she was as tactful as Tai Chi, pleasant and polite, yet she firmly refused to return.

There was one time she did return, but it was only to deliver a bracelet before Wen Yangzhi came home, and then she left again without even a face-to-face meeting.

What did she need a bracelet for? She wanted a daughter-in-law!

After Wen Yangzhi came back that day, he repeatedly watched the surveillance footage of her return, even copying it to watch.

At the moment, upon receiving a call from Zhao Qin, Yun Yuwan, who only wanted to persuade her to come back, spoke, “Wanwan, you haven’t found someone good abroad these years. Why not come back to your home country and have a look? You see, you’re always so busy; you need to rest, don’t you?”

The woman’s gentle and flirtatious voice resonated, “Yes, I indeed need to return to the country in a few days.”

Zhao Qin, overjoyed, responded, “Good, when you arrive in the country, call Auntie, and I’ll come to pick you up.”

The person on the other end just laughed softly, “I have a meeting to attend, so I can’t chat with you now.”

Zhao Qin hurriedly agreed, her heart swelling with excitement. She wanted to tell Wen Yangzhi this news.

Meanwhile, the woman put down her phone, and the subordinate who had been standing by quietly waiting for her to finish the call finally spoke up:

“President Yun, regarding the specific details for setting up operations in the Southern China region, there’s a contract for you to review.”

The subordinate spoke in Mandarin.

The woman smiled languidly, “Show it to me.”

Outside the window, the Huangpu River surged forward.

The Wen Family’s mid-year banquet was always grandiose, as it hosted various dignitaries in a private and low-key manner, just like the one held at the national banquet hall two years ago, but this time it was a bit more relaxed, even allowing some guests to bring their children to recognize others.

Wen Yangzhi, as the central figure of the Wen Family’s power, was of course in attendance.

The number of people coming and going, toasting with him, was just right; because they were all noble, they wouldn’t swarm to pay their respects, thus the space around him was neither sparse nor crowded.

In the midst of the clinking glasses, the amber liquid in the wine cups and the lights cast a dim and sumptuous sidelight on people’s faces.

A leg adorned with Roman strappy high heels stepped onto the carpet; the slit of the dark green evening gown unfolded like a dark green rose, its velvet petals rich and vivid.

The voice of the owner, gently teasing with a flirtatious lilt, resonated as she clinked glasses with someone, “President Liu, long time no see.”

“Miss Yun, I haven’t seen you for a while either. Still so elegant and efficient.”

“You flatter me, you’re glowing as well.”

The female tycoon, known as President Liu, took the initiative to ask, “Are you back in the country this time to expand Chun Yuwan’s territory and start a perfume business?”

The woman’s voice was casual yet amused, “Yes, I’m planning to either get a bank loan or finance to open up the brand a bit more.”