Chapter 269: Chapter 144 Old Bootlicker Chapter 269: Chapter 144 Old Bootlicker President Liu teased, “I remember that Miss Yun is still single. With so many talented young men present, is there anyone you like?”

The young woman answered simply and sincerely, “No.”

“I recall you once dated a gentleman from Hongquan Law Firm?” President Liu bantered.

The woman just smiled and did not directly address her personal affairs.

But the other person took it as a tacit agreement, “To catch Young Master Xiaojiang really is a feat.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Jianqing noticed that Wen Yangzhi seemed to be in a better mood today, lacking his usual gloom, “Been happy recently?”

Wen Yangzhi’s lips curved slightly, “She’s coming back in a few days.”

Even without him explaining who “she” was, Jiang Jianqing understood instantly.

…

Jiang Jianqing really didn’t want to say it, but Wen Yangzhi was a bit of a loser.

Who could imagine that the director of Wen Bank, stern and imposing on the outside, causing others to tremble when they spoke to him, would be concussed by a slap from his girlfriend two years ago? He dragged himself around for nearly a week before returning to Belgium and saying he felt unwell to see a doctor, only to find out it was a concussion.

Somehow, he also had a large gash on his hand.

For someone with a personal physician and investments in private hospitals, the scar from the stitches he got at a small Italian clinic would never fade for the rest of his life.

When asked about it, he said it was good to keep it, as a way to remember her.

Jiang Jianqing: “…”

Now, two years later, he was still harboring thoughts of her.

As Jiang Jianqing inwardly mocked him, his eyes inadvertently caught something. After triple-checking, he gently reminded his good friend:

“Yangzhi, look.”

Wen Yangzhi followed his gaze unconsciously.

Figures intertwined, conversations were lighthearted, guests laughed and chatted, and champagne towers stood tall.

Some were enjoying a spirited conversation, a woman in a dark green velvet evening gown, strikingly beautiful with side-parted wavy curls, was speaking with ease and a charming smile to the person in front of her.

Her voice and smile seemed like something out of a dream, and despite the considerable changes, he recognized her at first sight.

For a moment, the entire banquet hall seemed to be muffled by a layer of water, and he could only hear the buzzing of conversation as if underwater, lacking clarity.

Only her every frown and smile were vivid; the other people became merely a backdrop, inconsequential even when moving right before his eyes, mere foils for her presence.

His footsteps towards her felt somewhat unsteady.

It was her.

It was real, not a dream.

The murmurous longing that permeated his silent nights was now advancing densely.

His gaze, like a black hole attracting everything, was desperate to see the experiences of these past two years in her presence.

Zhu Qing’an had been chatting with Zhu Nongzhang when she noticed Wen Yangzhi standing motionless; following the direction of his gaze to Yun Yuwan, she almost immediately came to a realization.

She quickly nudged Zhu Nongzhang with her elbow, “Hey hey, look.”

Zhu Nongzhang, puzzled and still smiling, looked up and saw the usually stern Director Wen staring at Yun Yuwan from behind a champagne tower like a lovesick fool.

He clutched his drink, barely moving, his gaze fixed on Yun Yuwan.

If one didn’t know he was looking at Yun Yuwan, it wouldn’t be a big deal, just staring in a direction; but knowing the Zhu sisters’ understanding, the scene looked entirely different.

Unaware, Yun Yuwan was cheerful and graceful as ever, elegantly offering and accepting drinks, her hair flowing with the movement of pouring champagne.

The baby fat on her face was gone, her eyes now longer rather than round, transforming what was once a cute feature into a natural allure as she aged, intensified by the sharp and narrow bridge of her nose and her bewitching beauty mark, making her resemble a cinnabar rose with fresh, sharp thorns.

She had an ethereal grace like a goddess from Greek mythology, coupled with a worldly charm.

Her figure was more toned and exquisite than two years before; her fitted dress hugged her body, perfectly encompassing her ambiguous name.

The Yun Yuwan of the past might have seemed more like a pristine, wealthy heiress; her current demeanor, however, was that of a Greek deity, dazzling and commanding power.

One dared not to offend her easily, nor reveal themselves carelessly in her presence, for fear that she would see through their petty schemes.

In the past two years, Yun Yuwan had returned to Belgium to visit Zhu Qing’an’s child and even took Zhu Nongzhang to Italy, but Wen Yangzhi, in contrast, hadn’t seen her once in all this time.

This allure was deadly.

Someone else approached Yun Yuwan to strike up a conversation, and she clinked glasses with them gently.

Zhu Qing’an sighed, “Look, she’s almost got Wen Yangzhi hooked by the chin.”

Zhu Nongzhang clicked her tongue secretly, admiring how well Yuwan had mastered the art of enchantment.