Chapter 132: Albedo, Yandere Also Plays Cosplay!

“Hic~~~”

Letting out a long burp, Chen Luo leaned back in his chair, feeling unbearably bloated.

“I can’t take it anymore! Really can’t! I’m full!”

Just thinking about having eaten eight skewers of kidneys, ten skewers of chives, and a dozen oysters made him feel unwell.

If it weren’t for Wen Wan constantly handing him more food beside him, there’s no way he could have eaten so much.

“Oh, come on, have some sour plum juice to help digest.”

Wen Wan handed him a glass of sour plum juice, and Chen Luo quickly drank it down, feeling a little better.

Rubbing his stomach, he leaned back in the chair, not wanting to move at all.

Wen Wan propped her chin on her hand, smiling happily at Chen Luo, her eyes curved into crescent moons.

Although tonight’s walk was an impulsive idea, it left behind beautiful memories.

As long as they could live such an ordinary, happy life together every day, nothing else really mattered.

This thought arose, but then Wen Wan’s mind flashed with the image of Wen Tao’s face, and the hand resting on her lap trembled slightly.

It wasn’t a matter of her simply wanting to retire quietly and live an ordinary life with Chen Luo.

If her attempt to seize succession failed, regardless of what would happen to Wen Tao, Wen Shao would never spare her or any of her trusted aides.

He would, out of utmost respect for her, ruthlessly eliminate everyone close to her, leaving no loose ends.

This, of course, included Chen Luo.

Whether she lived or died had never been a concern for Wen Wan—after all, she had already died once.

But she could never accept Chen Luo suffering even the slightest harm.

Though Chen Luo had said he would face these dangers with her, how could she bear to put him in harm’s way?

If she was to head north soon to seize succession, her ability to protect Chen Luo would be at its weakest.

Thinking of this, Wen Wan glanced at Chen Luo and made a decision in her heart.

“Darling, while you’re digesting, we need to discuss something serious.”

Hearing those three words, Chen Luo’s eyes suddenly widened.

“No, Wan’er, let me digest first. Can we start later? Otherwise, I’m afraid I might throw up.”

Wen Wan was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter.

“Hahaha! I really mean something serious, why bring that up?”

Speaking, she sat down beside Chen Luo, gently lifting his chin, her right hand resting on his chest.

“But I love your naughty thoughts—keep them coming.”

“All right, all right, I’ll definitely keep them.”

Chen Luo glanced at Wen Wan guiltily but didn’t care and agreed immediately.

Having teased enough, Wen Wan’s expression grew serious.

“Darling, you should consider building a team.”

“More and more projects are underway; you can’t handle everything personally. It’s inefficient and will wear you out.”

Hearing this, Chen Luo nodded.

Although Zhou Zheng and Zhou Mei were helping, and Hong Ye was coordinating resources for him, these were not truly his trusted aides—or rather, they couldn’t be.

Zhou Zheng and Zhou Mei belonged to the Zhou family; they were allies, but for now, only temporary guests, their ultimate loyalty resting with their own family.

Hong Ye was Wen Wan’s person and could always assist him, even serve directly under him without issue.

But beyond her relationship with Wen Wan, Chen Luo intended to establish his own company—one that could grow into a towering tree to rival the Wen family.

From this standpoint, he must have his own trusted team to manage future projects and expand his scale.

At present, the only truly trusted person he had was Liu Hua, perhaps also Zhang Meng, who handled affairs at the milk tea shop.

Nearly everything else was managed by Chen Luo himself. For now, he could manage, but the further he went, the more difficult it would become.

“Wan’er, you’re right. This will be my next major focus.”

Wen Wan nodded, took Chen Luo’s hand, opened his palm, and traced the character for “person” with her index finger.

“This matter, I can’t do for you—you must handle it yourself. I can only offer some advice.”

“First, you currently lack a deputy who can take charge independently. This person must have ample experience and share your business philosophy.”

“Second, for execution-level staff, I suggest you recruit from schools or recent graduates. Such people can form your founding team and tend to be more loyal.”

“Third, for middle management, you don’t need many—just two for now. You can look at our company’s reserve cadres and select two suitable candidates.”

After hearing this, Chen Luo pondered the three suggestions.

“All right, think it over. I’ll go upstairs to change.”

Wen Wan went upstairs to change clothes, while Chen Luo began to think carefully.

The advice was very sound and addressed the personnel he currently lacked.

“Clear goals—now to find the right people.”

“Middle management is manageable with a defined pool, but what about the others?”

“For a deputy, it seems I’ll have to poach someone. Experience isn’t something a student has, and aligning business philosophy with mine will be difficult.”

As Chen Luo mused, a voice called out.

“Darling, come here.”

He looked up to see a white figure appearing at the top of the stairs.

Wen Wan now wore a white low-cut dress, her dark hair cascading down her back. She had two white horns on her head and a pair of black wings at her waist.

“Wow! Yare yare daze!”

Chen Luo was stunned. In this outfit, Wen Wan’s ample curves were unmistakable, and with her alluring makeup and fiery red lips, she looked incredibly sexy.

“You mentioned you liked that anime, so I had someone send this outfit over. Like it?”

“I love it! It looks amazing!” Chen Luo immediately gave her a thumbs-up.

“Glad you like it. Now, let’s get down to our serious business! Here I come!”

Wen Wan leapt down the stairs and pinned Chen Luo to the floor. She pulled out handcuffs from her waist and cuffed his hands.

“Wan’er, this is the kitchen, not—”

“Click!” The door slammed shut, sealing the entire villa from any intrusion.

“Anything else to say?”

“Uh, no.”

“Good. Then are you ready to accept the punishment of the succubus?”

“Hey! Succubus? Take this!”

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Her face like a lotus, her bones enchanting—born a dazzling beauty, how can a lover’s heart resist?

On stone steps, by the desk, plum blossoms bloom with their own fragrance; who hears the murmuring water?

A single spring heart flutters like chaos; pear blossoms weigh down the begonia branches.

Mandarin ducks entwined in graceful embrace—will the orioles’ song ever cease?

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Inside the villa, their voices rose higher and higher. Outside, Mo Lan and the others blushed deeply and hurriedly moved farther away.

The sounds continued for a very long time. Mo Lan smirked, thinking the food they ate tonight really was effective—they were certainly putting it to good use.

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The next morning, Crown Hotel.

A group of people hurried into the hotel lobby. Leading them was a stunning woman with a fiery figure, dressed in a red dress, her face beaming with excitement.

“Su Qiang, I’m here,” Chen Rui called out from a sofa in the lobby, waving to her.

Su Qiang ran over excitedly, looking around.

“President Chen! Where’s my idol? My spiritual mentor? Where’s President Wen? I want to see her now! Immediately!”