Chapter 177: The Virtuous and Gentle Yandere Chaebol, the Contrast is Just Too Extreme!

"Would you like to have dinner first, take a bath first, or... eat me first?"

Hearing this, Chen Luo almost lost his composure. He looked Wen Wan up and down again, feeling a slight warmth rising in the bridge of his nose.

The thin dress was clearly a nightgown, and since Wen Wan was used to wearing nothing underneath, her alluring and curvaceous figure was exposed without reservation.

Combined with the pink apron and her dangerous hairstyle, it formed a stark contrast to her usual domineering, ice-queen persona.

A virtuous yet yandere chaebol heiress?

Weren't there just a bit too many complex elements in this character setting?

However, this domestic, virtuous, mature-woman style genuinely made Chen Luo's eyes light up.

To be honest, almost every man secretly hopes that after a long day at work, a virtuous and loving wife will be waiting for him at home. It brings a deep sense of warm, domestic happiness.

"Wan'er, what is this all about?"

Wen Wan pulled Chen Luo's hand and took the briefcase from him.

"You've been working too hard lately. I wanted you to be able to relax and rest better the moment you get home."

As she spoke, Wen Wan reached out to help Chen Luo take off his tie and suit jacket, placing them on the rack nearby.

"It's fine, I can do it myself. You acting like this... I'm not really used to it. You should probably..."

Perhaps accustomed to the usual strong-willed Wen Wan, he found it somewhat difficult to adapt to this complete transformation into a dutiful wife.

"Chirp!"

Before he could continue, Wen Wan gently pecked him on the cheek.

"There now, relax. Today, your only responsibility upon coming home is to rest. Leave everything else to me."

"I've already given the servants and the butler the day off. Today, it's just the two of us in this villa."

While speaking, Wen Wan squatted down, helped Chen Luo untie his shoelaces, and handed him a pair of slippers.

"Here, put these on."

Still feeling awkward, Chen Luo slipped into the slippers somewhat self-consciously.

"Really, I still feel a bit out of place. Why don't you just go back to your usual self?"

"Wan'er, what has gotten into you today? Did you listen to some unreliable advice again?"

"No. It's just that today, I want to be a virtuous and pampered little wife who belongs entirely to you, even if only for a day."

With a stubborn look in her eyes, Wen Wan reached out and pulled Chen Luo toward the living room.

Arriving at the sofa, she pressed both hands on his shoulders, pushed him down onto the seat, took his phone out of his briefcase, and handed it to him.

"Here, play a game, or scroll through some short videos. I'm going to go make dinner now. It'll be ready in a moment."

***

Chen Luo sat there holding his phone, feeling somewhat at a loss. Instead of feeling relaxed, he felt even more tense.

*Wait? Wan'er is going to cook? Does she even know how to cook?*

Realizing something was amiss, Chen Luo immediately looked toward the kitchen.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed from the kitchen, and Chen Luo rushed over immediately.

Pushing open the kitchen door, he saw a fish frying in a pan, already somewhat charred, with hot oil splattering everywhere. Wen Wan was clutching her hand with a painful expression; she had clearly been scalded by the hot oil.

"Wan'er, step back quickly!"

Chen Luo rushed over, immediately turned off the stove, slapped the lid onto the pan, and then grabbed Wen Wan's hand, dragging her over to the faucet to rinse it under cold water.

The icy water rushing over her hand slightly lessened the burning sensation. Wen Wan raised her head, only to meet Chen Luo's gaze filled with deep heartache.

Chen Luo pulled her hand closer, gently rubbing his thumb over the burn while blowing softly upon it.

"Babe, I'm so sorry."

"I promised to make you dinner tonight, but I managed to mess up the very first dish."

Seemingly remembering something, Wen Wan paused.

"I heard from Hongye that what a husband who has worked hard all day wants most when he comes home is an enthusiastic wife and a table of hot food."

"I thought, since you've been working so hard lately, I wanted to heal and comfort you."

"I didn't expect that I still couldn't do it right, and failed to let you completely relax."

Hearing this, a surge of emotion welled up in Chen Luo's chest. He opened his arms and pulled Wen Wan tightly into his embrace.

"I am relaxed, and I am healed. I love this, thank you."

A young lady from a top-tier family, a decisive and ruthless chaebol president in the outside world, had gone to such lengths just to help him relax—pampering him in every possible way.

Doing household chores she wasn't used to, performing acts of care she had never done before—she didn't have to do any of this.

Even though her movements were stiff, even though it was all a bit uncoordinated, and even though she truly couldn't cook, her intention to care for him could not be faked. Just having this gesture alone made Chen Luo's heart warm.

"Babe, I really don't want you to push yourself so hard."

Wen Wan reached out and hugged Chen Luo's back. The two of them simply held each other, feeling each other's heartbeats, murmuring softly into one another's ears.

"I know, I know."

After a long while, a rumble echoed from Chen Luo's stomach.

Wen Wan quickly pulled away from him, turned around, and reached for the spatula again.

***

"It's getting late, you must be hungry. Let me hurry and stir-fry something."

This time, Chen Luo didn't refuse. Instead, he stepped forward, took the spatula from her hand, and pulled a few blocks of tofu from the refrigerator.

"Since we have time today, come here, I'll teach you how to cook tofu."

Wen Wan nodded, smiling enchantingly as she hugged Chen Luo from behind, placing one hand on his abs and the other on his chest, occasionally brushing against them.

"Is this the proper posture for learning how to cook?"

"Huh? Did someone say you can't use this posture to learn how to cook?"

Looking innocent, Wen Wan blinked her big eyes wide.

Turning his head to look at her expression, Chen Luo couldn't help but offer a wry smile. Was she trying to cook tofu or take advantage of him?

Well, whatever. As long as she didn't get hurt, it was fine.

"Alright, come on. Teacher Chen's cooking class is now in session. First, let's add the oil."

"Huh? I told you to add the oil, not to let your hands wander up and down my body."

"Mm-hmm, alright, I'll pay attention."

"No, you said you'd pay attention, but can your hand stop moving? Forget it, let's move on to the next step."

Chen Luo picked up the tofu, poured it into the pan, and gently began to stir with the spatula.

"Here, hold the spatula. Your hand must be steady, and keep stirring continuously."

"Huh? What the—!"

The movement of Chen Luo's hands halted instantly, and his entire body stiffened.

"I told you to hold the spatula steady, not to hold *that* steady! Stop it! I can't take this!"

Wen Wan smiled peculiarly, resembling a weasel that had just successfully stolen dozens of chickens.

"No, really, I'm seriously learning how to cook from you."

With that, she gently blew a breath into Chen Luo's ear.

"It's just that the dish I really want to eat... is you."

Goodness, cooking a meal could actually be this thrilling!