Chapter 271: Chapter 145 She Scammed My Money Means She Loves Me Chapter 271: Chapter 145 She Scammed My Money Means She Loves Me Wen Yangzhi watched as his car was used to extinguish a cigarette, leaving behind a dense gray mark, unsure whether the paint underneath had been burned.

But all he wanted was to talk to her, “You’re back.”

Yun Yuwan lifted her curled long lashes to look at him, a light sneer in her eyes.

Wen Yangzhi was somewhat at a loss in front of her; although what showed was just his neck tensing slightly, his deep and low magnetic voice softened and quickened a bit, with a tinge of seeking approval:

“Why didn’t you say something about coming back early? I would have picked you up.”

Leaning against the car door, she was languid, with the heel of one shoe resting on his car door, and the hem of her dress sliding down against her pale and delicate leg, the wave-like fringe of the skirt as if cradling her:

“There were too many people to pick me up, no need for the grand presence of Director Wen.”

He didn’t know how to strike up a conversation with her. His handsome face should have been irresistible to women, and even more so with his compelling background, yet he found himself awkwardly at a loss for words in front of an old lover he hadn’t seen in two years:

“I’ve been seeing a psychologist.”

That was meant to indicate he had changed.

She tilted her head slightly, the light from the street lamps reflected in her eyes, and she chuckled dismissively, “Oh.”

The implication was, what did it have to do with her?

Wen Yangzhi watched her under the streetlight.

She was indifferent.

So what could he talk about to pique her interest and carry on the conversation?

Unexpectedly, Yun Yuwan suddenly made small talk: “Director Wen, are you interested in investing in ‘Spring Yuwan’?”

Wen Yangzhi asked indifferently, “May I invest?”

He thought she wouldn’t allow him to have a part in it.

She seemed amused but patiently explained, “Of course, anyone can invest. It’s just that I’m not sure if Director Wen is interested.”

If she’s inviting him to invest in ‘Spring Yuwan,’ does it mean she’s sending signals that they’re still on the same side?

At this thought, a surge of joy sprang up in his heart.

Watching her enchanting smile, he was utterly bewitched, forgetting himself.

He responded crisply, “Of course I’m interested.”

Upon hearing this, she slightly raised her slender eyebrows and stood up without finishing listening, heading towards another car and taking out a folder from a Ferrari.

Her slender and elegant fingers extracted the pen hanging above the folder.

Approaching him, she gently touched the back of his hand, pushing the Montblanc pen into his hand, her voice slow and gentle yet with a hint of distance:

“Then, I’ll trouble Director Wen to sign here.”

He didn’t even know what she wanted him to sign, hadn’t read the contents, but quickly flipped the page and uncapped the pen. Even if Yun Yuwan was handing him a contract of servitude at that moment, he would sign it without hesitation.

At this moment, he was her slave.

Wen Yangzhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he opened his hand widely, holding the folder with one hand and the pen with the other, standing and signing without expression, as calm as usual, with a cold face that had a sexy charm to it.

Yun Yuwan suddenly moved, raising her hand high, resting it on his shoulder, leaning in to watch him sign, her face barely touching his arm.

Wen Yangzhi tensed, but still calmly turned the pages and signed.

But he heard a hoarse, lingering voice: “Director Wen, your handwriting is still so handsome.”

Her gaze lazily lifted, her mouth parting, the fragrance like an orchid drifting past the back of his neck:

“Your eyelashes are really long.”

Knowing she was watching him, Wen Yangzhi felt his heart might burst.

Though he still kept a cold face, his grip on the pen tightened, the blood boiling within him raging through his pen-holding hand.

Yun Yuwan’s eyes flickered. Sharing a bed for three months was enough for her to become familiar with every expression of his; the one he had now was of someone on the brink of losing control.

Such a tall figure as Wen Yangzhi seemed like a volcano ready to erupt.

But she watched with keen interest, waiting to see his next reaction.

She wanted to see the volcano blow.

Wen Yangzhi stiffly handed her the papers.

She took the signed document, patted his face lightly, teasing:

“Two years without seeing each other, and you’re still this old.”

She quickly retracted her hand in denial, “That’s not right.”

She smiled enchantingly at him but uttered hurtful words: “You’ve gotten even older.”

Looking at the stunning beauty he longed for, Wen Yangzhi, who had managed to appear composed on the outside, felt as if he had been struck by a thunderstorm, standing rigid and stunned.

Yet Yun Yuwan closed the folder, looking at him with amusement and approval.

Wen Yangzhi, stiffened, expelled each word, “Don’t you like older men anymore?”

“Who would like someone older?” she asked with an indifferent chuckle in response.

Wen Yangzhi, feeling cornered, argued, “Actually, I’m not that old yet, I’m still in good health, I work out regularly.”

She suddenly interjected, “Oh, I remember, you indeed have a good body.”

Her gaze carried a teasing smile filled with implication; she knew very well how Wen Yangzhi’s health had been before.

The rhythm of Wen Yangzhi’s breathing hastened for an imperceptible instant.

Was she joking with him, or was it a joke tinged with a hint of color? Was she flirting with him?

Did this mean she had some interest in him?

If she was interested, then perhaps he could invite her to dinner tonight—he remembered she liked asparagus and tuna…

The more Wen Yangzhi thought about it, the deeper he delved. With just one casual remark from Yun Yuwan, he had already started to mentally draft a menu.

The ears of the older man turned a slight red, unexpectedly beyond his control.

But the next second, Yun Yuwan, appearing indifferent, threw cold water on him, making it clear her comment was made casually:

“But that was two years ago. Two years are enough for a man to grow weak, after all. Thirty years old, that’s middle-aged.”

Her gaze lazily traveled from down up to his face, offering a perfunctory smile that resembled a crafty fox.

He subconsciously clarified, “I’m not weak yet.”

Her smile caused her eyes to narrow slightly, the outer corners denser than the inner, with long eyelashes that curved seductively like those of a Phoenix in slumber:

“Really?”

Her fingers gently rested on her chin, but her gaze fell upon him—sly yet bright as she inquired, “The same as two years ago?”

He wanted to prove himself, but obviously couldn’t say, “Do you want to try it now?” because that would be indecent. Thus, after a long pause, he could only muster:

“It might be better than two years ago.”

She dismissed his claim with a nonchalant blow, “I don’t believe it.”

Wen Yangzhi wanted to prove to the woman he loved that he was a man of action and not just talk, but he didn’t know how to prove it without action.

Yun Yuwan then gave a command:

“Let me feel?”

He hadn’t agreed before her hand reached out, hovering in mid-air.

He actually was a bit confused about her intention, yet Yun Yuwan beckoned with her index finger.

He kept a straight face, not realizing he was like an untrained dog, unable to understand commands but could recognize simple hand gestures. Promptly, he took two steps forward, awaiting his master’s touch.

The hand that had beckoned now descended, not dropping, but rather landing on his waist—firm like a warm gemstone. It slid up along the bottom row of his abdominal muscles, his chest tightening up. He could feel that he was toned, and even though he deliberately tensed up, the muscles under her hand clearly showed signs of exercise.

Her breath spilled over, warm and fragrant like delicate orchids. Wen Yangzhi felt intoxicated as if he was a drunken dog. Merely by drawing closer, her scent lured him into a tipsy state, losing all sense of direction.

It was as if she was already in his arms, sparking forbidden thoughts.

Until her nails lightly traced down the central groove of his abs, hooking at the edge of his dress pants at his lower abdomen, he suddenly sobered up, as if realizing what he was doing.

He should have suggested to Yuwan that they find a different place for her to touch, even if it were in a car.

Yet Wen Yangzhi didn’t know that he was still the type to pay five billion without a fee.

The few signatures he had were enough for him to work at the White Horse Club for free as the top advertised attraction.

But when he met her gaze, he became dreamy-eyed, lost in rapture, his thin lips slightly parting:

“Are you satisfied?”

Seizing the moment of his distraction, she leaned in with an affectionate smile, “What exactly is the relationship between my mother and your father?”

He blurted out, “My dad admires your mom.”

She withdrew her hand and nodded in understanding, “Oh, I see. No wonder.”

It wasn’t until he saw her reaction that he realized he had spoken too candidly.

Her touching him was likely an attempt to shift his focus, so he would inadvertently reveal the truth.

But she had a right to know. He couldn’t keep everything hidden from her. She might run away, and if she did, she might never come back.

Wen Yangzhi swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with urgency.

She withdrew her hand patiently, like a Beast Tamer, crossing her arms while asking for his opinion:

“And you? How do you see it?”

Without thinking, he direly confessed, “I love you.”

Yun Yuwan had been about to speak, but hearing the abrupt ‘I love you,’ she paused, then struggled to suppress a laugh as she said:

“You don’t think I was asking if you liked me, do you?”

His voice caught, dying in his throat. The prepared mini-essay didn’t get a chance to be voiced.

But he had already said it. He wanted her to know he wouldn’t change; he was willing to be her backup, something he had never considered before, even more so than Yang Ni.

“I misunderstood, but I want you to know I love you.”

She laughed lightly, head lowered casually, seductive and ravishing in the Night, seemingly uncaring about the matter. Yet, this indifference held an ease that magnetically ensnared him.

She stood up straight and approached him.

“But I’m not interested,” she whispered by his ear, her crimson lips gently parting, the words lingering in his ear, “Brother.”

In an instant, it was as if a floodgate had burst open. The word ‘brother’ was like sparks against dry grass on an autumn prairie—desperately craving the flame, immediately igniting a wildfire.

All of Wen Yangzhi’s blood trembled.