Chapter 276: Chapter 149 Why Is It You Again Chapter 276: Chapter 149 Why Is It You Again He hesitated for just two seconds, his steps somewhat unsteady as he walked over.

Her voice gently leading, “Come on, say it again, what you just said.”

He didn’t know if it was the drunkenness that made him shameless, or if he always had the attributes of a big, wolfish dog, “Can I stay, is that okay?”

She dawdled in the smoke, her hand resting on the railing, “Then why should I not leave, hm?”

He listed his own advantages that were favorable to her, “I must be the wealthiest of your suitors, and you’re most familiar with me.”

She calmly and seductively coached her brother, who was four years older, “But I don’t need to pick the wealthiest, and familiarity will come with time, no matter who it is.”

His big hand slid over her silk nightgown, cradling her waist, “I am the person you’ve loved the longest.”

She teased, “You remember even when you’re drunk?”

He watched her through the lingering smoke, “Because I’ve also loved you for ten years.”

She didn’t say it was good, nor did she say it wasn’t, only snuffed out her cigarette, stroked his head, and pushed it back, the coarse short hair somewhat prickly to the touch.

But the words she spoke were callous:

“Do you think those ten years are that important to me?”

His proud nose slid across her forehead, “At least to me, they are as heavy as Mount Tai.”

She slightly arched her eyebrows, an encouragement for him to go on.

His voice, soaked with alcohol, was rich and deep, carrying a sense of dependency like whispering sweet nothings, “I love you and can’t bear the rest of my life without you. If you think I don’t have to take responsibility, you can keep coming, I don’t need you to take any, I promise I’ll work harder than any other man, and you know, in the past you stored my name in your contacts as Mr. Big, I am more talented than any of them.”

Who would have thought that the head of Wen Bank would rely on such tactics to keep a woman.

Yun Yuwan scoffed lightly, “So, what about it?”

He was greedily unaware of how cute he looked, “Don’t sleep with anyone else, just me.”

He was quite amusing when drunk.

“I am a free person, you also know that what we have is just a one-night stand, I don’t plan on dating you,” she declared irresponsibly, settling the matter.

He hugged her tightly.

The old man might have aged, but his strength was still considerable.

With his head lowered, he murmured softly, “It’s okay if you keep me as a backup.”

She heard him, smiled without responding, and then said, “Go lie down on the bed first.”

Wen Yangzhi, drunk with an overly strong spirit of self-sacrifice, misunderstood her words, “Do you want me now?”

She was patient yet firm, “I don’t sleep with drunkards.”

He was persistent, even in his drunken haze, wanting to please her, “You don’t want me even if I’m drunk?”

“I simply don’t like to fuss with someone who’s drunk.”

At the moment, he resembled a girlfriend advising her boyfriend to quit smoking, as he looked at her snuff the cigarette between her slender white fingers, “Smoke fewer cigarettes with blast beads, they’re not good for your throat.”

She didn’t answer, only leaned back against the railing, resting her forehead on her hand as she looked at him, seemingly at a loss for words.

Wen Yangzhi didn’t remember how he fell asleep, but he woke up in Yun Yuwan’s bed.

She was sleeping on the other side, her long hair draped over the pillow, the back of her nightgown revealing her pale shoulder blades, alluring and elegantly long.

At least they were sleeping in the same bed.

Wen Yangzhi moved to hold her from behind, her slender body filling his empty chest, a sense of possession and fulfillment surged to the extreme, a feeling only Yun Yuwan could give him.

When he went downstairs, everyone knew that Wen Yangzhi had drunkenly confessed the day before, and their gaze on him today was different.

He acted as if it were nothing, pulled out the chair next to Yun Yuwan and sat down, serving her vegetables, “Eat this.”

“Want this?”

“Do you still drink black soy milk?”

“Was your trip back turbulent this time? I heard your plane encountered a strong crossflow.”

…How could he know that without digging around?

Although he still maintained a calm tone, he was clearly the proactive one.

Wen Yangzhi might as well have written ‘desperate’ on his forehead.

Zhao Qin and Wen Wei stiffened, stiffly ate the meal, and treated themselves as if they were invisible.

Yun Yuwan finally spoke to him, though her tone was indifferent, “I’ll just have some bread.”

Zhao Qin was overjoyed, “Here, bring this bread over to Yuwan.”

Wen Yangzhi took the bread, but he didn’t hand it over to Yun Yuwan.

But what Wen Yangzhi did next was to take a napkin, place it over the bread, and press another plate on top, flattening the bread as if it had been dead for three days.

Zhao Qin watched him deliberately flatten the bread.

Flattening the bread the girl wanted to eat – wasn’t he intentionally making it harder for Yuwan to save face?

Yet Yun Yuwan, her long hair flipped behind her ears, deliberately stirred the pot with an air of detachment, “Even if I’m not warm, there’s no need for you to get so angry, right?”

It was she, after all, who was only eating dead bread.

But Wen Yangzhi said nothing, quietly handed her the bread.

For a moment, Wen Wei and Zhao Qin both looked on with a speechless gaze.

Wen Yangzhi swallowed his pride and finished the meal, and Yun Yuwan said she was off to a meeting and left directly.

What Wen Yangzhi didn’t expect was to see her at the financial summit.

Moreover, the organizers had arranged her seat next to Jiang Jianqing.

The venue of the financial summit was brimming with a futuristic vibe, with three people sharing a long sofa, which, rather than a sofa, resembled a booth because the armrests and backs were quite high, seemingly creating a small circle for the trio.

Next to Jiang Jianqing and Yun Yuwan, there was an empty seat available.

Wen Yangzhi didn’t hesitate and started to move forward, but was intercepted halfway by a tall, long-legged man stepping down the stairs and approaching Yun Yuwan and Jiang Jianqing.

It was Jiang Yingyu.

In two years, his demeanor had calmed down a lot, exuding more scholarly refinement than playfulness in such a setting, dressed elegantly and fittingly. He walked up to Yun Yuwan, going on duty as his dimples showed.

After two years, he still lingered like a shadow.