Chapter 102: Wen Wan's After-Class Tutoring—The Fee Is Quite Expensive

Click!
Under Wen Wan’s gentle gaze, Chen Luo unfastened his belt buckle and slowly pulled off his leather belt, a look of solemn resignation on his face.
This left Wen Wan momentarily stunned.
This kid—could it be that, in broad daylight, he intends to use his “special skills” to quell my “anger”?
He really is quite bold, but I like that.
She glanced around the office, letting her gaze rest on the sofa, then rose and walked to the door.
“Mo Lan, go buy some dinner. We’ll eat in the office tonight.”
“Yes, Director Wen!”
Once Mo Lan was dismissed, Wen Wan placed her hand on the doorknob and gently locked the door behind her.
Click!
As the sound of the lock echoed, Wen Wan slowly undid the top three buttons of her blouse, a mischievous smile curling on her lips.
Since this little fellow has misunderstood, may as well let him work a bit harder.
“Chen Luo, come here.”
Wen Wan turned around only to hear a dull thud.
“Here!”
Looking down, she saw Chen Luo kneeling on one knee before her, holding the belt in both hands.
“Wan’er! I’m sorry!”
“I didn’t tell you in time when I ran into Ye Lina. It was truly a coincidence—we just exchanged a few words.”
“Please, don’t be angry. Getting upset isn’t good for your health.”
“If you’re still mad, then just hit me a couple times to vent your anger!”
In truth, Chen Luo wasn’t really afraid of Wen Wan’s punishment; he just didn’t want her illness to flare up again.
People with that kind of illness must avoid emotional volatility, or it could trigger old shadows.
Wen Wan covered her mouth and laughed—so she had been overthinking it. No wonder—this little fellow wasn’t really that wanton or reckless.
But it was a pity; she’d already picked out the spot.
She glanced at the sofa, sighing inwardly without a trace.
Taking the belt in her left hand, she reached out with her right, gently cupping Chen Luo’s chin.
“All right, I’m not angry. I already know why Ye Lina came to see you.”
With that, she helped Chen Luo up from the floor, stepped forward, and gently bit his earlobe.
“But I do like how nervous you are about making me jealous.”

“Mmm!”
A shiver ran through Chen Luo, dissolving all his nerves and fears. As he relaxed, her sudden action had an undeniable effect on him.
Wen Wan, oblivious, bent down slowly to refasten his belt.
But as she bent, her hand accidentally bumped into something large and hard. She looked more closely and understood at once.
“You little rascal, tuck that wicked thing away! Or I really will snip it off!”
Chen Luo was nearly in tears—this was her doing, and now it wasn’t so easy to hide!
But Wen Wan didn’t mind. She slowly fastened his belt, her gentle touch and loving gaze reminiscent of a newlywed wife preparing her husband to leave for work.
Once the belt was done, Wen Wan stood up and led Chen Luo to sit with her on the sofa.
“You're wondering if Ye Lina set you up, aren’t you?”
Chen Luo scratched his head sheepishly—she’d figured him out.
“I just thought you’ve been too busy lately, so I wanted to try and handle it myself, and only come to you if I couldn’t manage.”
No sooner had he spoken than a waft of fragrance enveloped him, and a soft touch pressed against his arm.
Wen Wan nestled in his arms, whispering softly in his ear.
“When you do that, it makes me angry.”
“Nothing is more important than you, no matter how busy I am. You can always come to me.”
“That’s an order, understand?”
Her tone was half worry, half admonition—a mix of concern and a hint of anger.
Perhaps this was how a fragile soul expresses care; Chen Luo was gradually growing used to it.
“All right, I understand. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Feeling touched, he wrapped an arm around Wen Wan’s waist and gently kissed her on the forehead.
The two held each other quietly for a while before Wen Wan spoke again.
“You must be curious why Ye Lina has been lying low for so long.”
“I am, but when she spoke to me this afternoon, I sensed she must have already taken some action. I just can’t figure out what yet.”
Wen Wan raised her head and playfully tapped Chen Luo’s nose.
“You see, you’re still lacking experience. Against a master like her, you need more polish. Time for a lesson.”
“Oh? So, dear wife, you’re going to give me a special tutorial in business warfare after class today?”
Wen Wan rose, stepped in front of Chen Luo, and looked down at him from above.
“My private lessons are expensive, you know. Can you afford the tuition?”
Smiling, Chen Luo wrapped his arms around Wen Wan’s waist, resting his face against her stomach as if he didn’t care in the slightest.

“Of course I can—tonight I’ll pay you billions in tuition.”
Wen Wan blushed, spitting softly.
“Shameless. All right, let go of me. I’ll explain Ye Lina’s strategy and how to counter it.”
Freed from Chen Luo’s embrace, she pulled over a whiteboard and began to explain Ye Lina’s entangling marketing tactics—from their specific features to all the associated risks.
After listening, Chen Luo understood Ye Lina’s methods and immediately began strategizing a response.
Wen Wan didn’t reveal her own solution right away, instead pouring him a cup of tea and waiting for him to think through the problem himself.
If she simply gave him the answer, it wouldn’t help him grow and might even hurt his pride.
Sensitive as he was, Wen Wan took special care to meet all of Chen Luo’s emotional needs.
“Wan’er, what if I go against her plan? If, during their publicity campaign, I openly promote together with them, could I break the deadlock?”
“Brilliant!”
Wen Wan clapped her hands, smiling brightly.
She had a few ideas of her own, but Chen Luo’s plan really was the optimal solution.
It would expose Ye Lina’s plot and, at the cost of only a small number of users, break her trap to the greatest extent possible.
“You’re learning fast, applying knowledge so well.”
“It’s all thanks to your teaching.”
“Well then, since the lessons are of such quality, remember to pay your tuition tonight.”
“Absolutely. I’ll never be in arrears.”
…

That night, at the Capital Airport.
Tang Xiwei had just arrived, preparing to board a flight to Hangzhou.
In recent days, Wen Shao had taken her to a mysterious place for intensive training and a crash course in all sorts of knowledge.
He had also assigned several assistants to work with her, ensuring they could cooperate smoothly in the future.
Because of Wen Shao’s orders, she had to completely cut off contact with the outside world, and only tonight did she finally get her phone back.
As soon as she turned it on, she saw countless messages from Lin Tingting.
The first thing that caught her eye was a photo of Chen Luo and Ye Lina chatting happily together.
“What? In such a short time! Has Young Miss Ye already been charmed by Chen Luo?”