Chapter 142: A Drink Afterward, Bliss Beyond Mortal Ken

“Wait until I’ve vented my anger! Then you can explain to me!”

Hearing those words, Chen Luo swallowed nervously as he met Wen Wan’s gaze, which now shimmered with a wild and icy intensity.

“How do you want to vent? I’ll… I’ll try my best to cooperate with you.”

He turned his head to glance at the rack nearby, where various instruments of torment were displayed.

There were small knives, whips of different lengths, and even some old-fashioned clamps.

This place was well-equipped enough to stage the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty!

Wen Wan’s eyes curved into a smile as she bent down, her forehead pressing against Chen Luo’s.

“How do you think the fire in my heart can be extinguished?”

Without any warning, Wen Wan suddenly shoved Chen Luo away. He stumbled back a few steps and pressed himself against the wall once more.

Before he could react, Wen Wan’s hand landed firmly on his shoulder.

“My temper is fierce right now! Understand?”

Understand! Isn’t it obvious that you want to use me to put out the fire raging in your heart?

Throwing caution to the wind! My kidneys, you’re going to have a rough time!

Once this is over, I’ll buy ten roasted lamb kidneys to make it up to you!

With that thought flashing through his mind, a fierce gleam sparked in Chen Luo’s eyes. He reached out his hands and swept Wen Wan into a waist lock.

“Ah!” Wen Wan exclaimed. “You still dare to hold me now?”

“Of course! How else am I supposed to help you put out the fire? Let’s go!”

Without another word, Chen Luo carried Wen Wan into a corner room. Inside was an air mattress equipped with several buckles—clearly meant for binding someone.

“Hmph! Put out the fire? Let’s see who really puts out whom!”

Wen Wan lifted her thigh and clamped it around Chen Luo’s neck. Then with a sudden twist of her waist, Chen Luo felt the world spin wildly before he crashed onto the air mattress, bouncing twice.

Raising his head, he saw Wen Wan leisurely undoing the buttons of her blouse, wearing a cold smile as she slowly approached him.

The light behind her stretched her shadow long and large, enveloping Chen Luo in a massive silhouette.

“Hmph! If you want to extinguish my fire, the price you pay will be painful indeed.”

“Ah!”

The next moment, Wen Wan lunged forward. Chen Luo’s cries soon filled the room, echoing for a long time without ceasing.

And so it goes:

A beauty rides a fierce steed, unwilling to descend from Mount Wu.

Eyes open to dense forest, listening to the murmurs of the Peach Blossom Spring.

My pristine white robe ruined, along with the black short jacket.

A kiss pours out nectar, palms grasp the primal sun.

Strings of lute and zither compete in harmony; who will persuade the moon to hide its shame?

Candles extinguished by reckless greed, when will this spring night end?

…

The following morning.

“Ugh! My head hurts… no, my whole body aches, it feels like I was beaten all over.”

Tang Xiwei climbed out of bed, a pained expression on her face, drenched in sweat.

Last night, she didn’t know what had happened—she felt as if a ghost was pressing her down, no dreams, but suffocating and unable to wake.

At the same time, an eerie chill crept over her body, as if knives were continuously slicing her flesh.

“Maybe I’ve been too tired lately—that’s why I had sleep paralysis.”

Tang Xiwei slipped out of her nightgown and donned a white dress, about to freshen up when her phone suddenly rang.

She answered with some suspicion; the number was unfamiliar.

“Tang Xiwei, did you forget what I told you last night? Hurry up and come serve me!”

A cold voice came through the phone—it was clearly Bai Shiya’s.

“Oh no! I’ll be right there! I completely forgot!”

Thinking of that woman’s ferocity, Tang Xiwei abandoned any pretense and rushed to the main room.

Opening the door, she saw Bai Shiya seated at the vanity, gently combing her hair, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Come here, Little Tang, and comb my hair.”

Tang Xiwei dared not disobey. She quickly moved behind her, picking up the comb to slowly brush through her hair.

“Listen carefully and remember every word I say. If you forget, you can prepare to die.”

Bai Shiya’s gaze was filled with disdain as she looked at Tang Xiwei through the mirror.

“Yes! I will remember everything.”

The terrifying nature of this woman was truly a match for Wen Wan.

Are all the women around the eldest young master this dangerous?

No wonder I can never truly become his woman—my looks and abilities fall far short.

“My task here is to command a useless person like you to carry out the eldest young master’s plans.”

“So, you must obey my orders completely from now on. Fail by even a fraction, and you’ll be torn apart bit by bit. Understand?”

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“Good. The next mission is to destroy Wen Wan’s online education project and uproot Elena Ye’s education empire, paving the way for the eldest young master to swallow up the education industry whole.”

“What? That’s not what I was told before!”

Tang Xiwei’s face showed disbelief. Before, she was just supposed to act as a vanguard to stir up conflict between Wen Wan and Elena Ye.

Now, it was about utterly sabotaging their foundations.

“That’s none of your concern. From now on, just follow orders.”

Bai Shiya’s eyes curved arrogantly.

“Prepare to witness the highest level of business warfare.”

“Now, Tang Xiwei, go and carry out a task immediately.”

“Yes! Please tell me.”

“Register an online education company right away, and in the shortest time possible, ruin its reputation utterly!”

…

Two hours later, in the basement.

*Clink clink clink!*

Wen Wan leaned against the headboard, holding a goblet, tilting her head back to drain the wine. The crimson liquid trickled down the corner of her mouth and dripped onto Chen Luo’s face.

Chen Luo was cradled in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder, looking pitiful and fragile.

“A drink after the deed—joy like that of immortals! Ha ha ha!”

Wen Wan laughed heartily, setting down the glass, then pinched Chen Luo’s chin with her right hand.

“Oh dear, with that pitiful look, anyone would think I’m bullying you.”

“Alright, alright. You served me well; my anger’s cooled down quite a bit. You can start explaining now.”

Chen Luo rolled his eyes and sat up from Wen Wan’s embrace, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

“I know it might sound far-fetched.”

“But the reason I hate Tang Xiwei so deeply is because, the day before I met you, I had a very long dream.”

“Oh? What dream?”

Wen Wan’s mood was good; she placed both hands on Chen Luo’s shoulders.

“In that dream, I married Tang Xiwei.”

*Click! Click!*

At those words, Wen Wan’s expression changed abruptly. Her hands shot up to grip Chen Luo’s neck.

“Say that again! Who did you marry?”

“It’s not real! It was just a dream! Don’t choke me! Please, listen to the rest!”