Chapter 148: Is Imported Yandere-Brand Lemon Tea Any Good?

"Let's go! On to the next item on the agenda: let's get a room!"

Chen Luo’s voice was loud, causing passing pedestrians to turn their heads and look at him and Wen Wan, their lips curling into knowing, ambiguous smiles.

"Kids these days sure know how to have fun!"

Even with Wen Wan’s composure, being stared at like that made her shyly lower her head. She quickly hurried Chen Luo away from the restaurant entrance. After walking about a dozen meters, she looked up at the direction Chen Luo was pointing and gave him a playful, reproachful look.

"You little rascal, you had this all planned out, didn't you?"

In the distance, the hotel sign flickered with red and blue neon lights, boldly displaying the words "Love Hotel."

Wen Wan couldn't help but gently punch Chen Luo in the chest, but he caught her fist.

"Hehe, a little planning is essential."

Chen Luo took a deep breath. A breeze blew by, dissipating some of the alcohol in his system and leaving him feeling more clear-headed. He was the type who sweated and needed to use the restroom frequently when drinking, so he sobered up faster than most people.

"But look for yourself—we’re at least three kilometers away from that hotel. Are you going to take a taxi? It’s so late now, it won't be easy to find one, will it?"

Hearing the word "taxi," Chen Luo’s mind immediately jumped to the taxi-hailing apps that were just beginning to appear in this era. They hadn't become mainstream yet, and he realized this could be his next project.

"Hmm? Chen Luo, what's wrong? Are you dizzy?"

Wen Wan looked at him with concern, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist, afraid he might fall.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Chen Luo didn't want to ruin their campus-romance-experience plan; it wouldn't be worth dampening Wen Wan's mood. Besides, this taxi app idea didn't require immediate action; there was no rush.

"No, no, we aren't taking a taxi. I want to take you to experience the night market on the student street near Hangzhou University. We’re going to properly enjoy some late-night student snacks!"

Chen Luo took Wen Wan’s hand and strolled slowly toward the night market. At this hour, the market was bustling and lively, filled with the constant hum of voices. Couples walking hand-in-hand filled the streets, radiating the energy of youth—it looked exactly like the pure romance of student days.

Feeling this atmosphere, a sense of ease rose from the bottom of Wen Wan’s heart, and the corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.

"Wan'er, you’re always so tense at work. You need to relax properly sometimes."

Chen Luo bought a box of takoyaki from a nearby stall, speared one with a toothpick, and held it to her lips. "Here, try this. You’ve never had it, have you?"

In truth, this wasn't just a whim. Chen Luo had planned this date for a long time but had never been able to find the time. A moderate amount of relaxation and a change in lifestyle would help with Wen Wan’s condition. She had grown up in a high-pressure, cutthroat family environment, and the simple, carefree joys that ordinary people experienced were things she had rarely known.

Wen Wan nodded. Seeing the smile on Chen Luo’s face, she understood his intentions.

"Okay, ah!"

She gently tucked her hair behind her ear, parted her sensual lips, and popped the takoyaki into her mouth. A bit of salad dressing smeared on her lip, and she reached out with her pink tongue to lick it off, revealing a happy smile.

"It’s delicious! This is my first time eating this kind of snack. It’s so good; I want more."

Wen Wan grabbed the box from Chen Luo, squinted her eyes, and began to eat with gusto.

Chen Luo, standing in front of her, felt his heart skip a beat. This was the first time he had seen such an adorable side of Wen Wan. Dressed in such youthful, pretty clothes, she looked like a vibrant college student—a top-tier campus beauty at that!

"What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Wan finished the takoyaki, still feeling like she wanted more. "Can I have another box, please?"

When she said this, her large eyes blinked, and her tone carried a hint of coquettishness that made Chen Luo’s entire brain overheat.

This is lethal! My yandere heiress can't possibly be this cute!

"Eat! Of course, eat! Even if it bankrupts me, you're going to eat!"

"Hehe, my treasure is the best to me." Wen Wan wrapped her arms around his, snuggling close to his side. The soft pressure against his arm felt as if the thin T-shirt didn't exist at all. Even though he had experienced it many times, the sensation still made his heart flutter.

Wen Wan didn't care about that; she pointed to a lemon tea stall. "Treasure, I want to drink that. The takoyaki made me a bit thirsty."

"Alright, boss, one hand-pounded lemon tea!"

Chen Luo took the tea from the vendor and poked a straw into it. "Here, drink up."

Wen Wan took the tea, her eyes darting around, her brows curving into a smile.

"Treasure, do you know what the best way to drink lemon tea is?"

Chen Luo was momentarily stunned and shook his head. "I don't know."

At that moment, Wen Wan took a sip through the straw, then reached out with her left hand to pull Chen Luo’s head down. Her red lips pressed against his, and her tongue pried open his teeth. A bit of warm lemon tea flowed into his mouth—it truly seemed exceptionally sweet.

A second later, Wen Wan pulled away, wiped her lips, and smiled, her index finger resting on her dimple as she spoke crisply.

"The best lemon tea is, of course, imported."

Chen Luo laughed and tapped her forehead with his finger, his gaze filled with indulgence. "Yes, yes, my Wan'er makes a good point. But I still want another sip of that imported lemon tea."

"Haha, no way! Not happening!"

With that, the two began to chase each other through the night market, sampling various delicacies at every stall. The people passing by were shocked by their bold behavior.

"Oh my, these young people really know how to play. They can even kiss while drinking lemon tea."

"Being young is so nice. I want a sweet romance like that too!"

"Honey! That’s so romantic, I want that too! I want imported lemon tea too!"

Many people watched the playful couple, sighing at how much they were in love and how good-looking they were—a perfect golden couple from some university.

As they played, on the other side of Hangzhou at Elena’s villa, Elena was applying a facial mask and preparing for bed when a rapid knocking sounded at her door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Director Elena, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, what is it?"

The door burst open. Her assistant, Xiao Lin, entered, her face deathly pale.

"Director Elena! Something’s wrong! They’ve gone for real this time—our stock is being targeted!"