Chapter 3: The Sickly Tycoon Will Arrive at the Battlefield in Ten Minutes

The sharp click of high heels echoed on the steps as Wen Xiu, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, slowly rose to his feet and looked toward his younger sister descending from above. Murderous intent flickered in his eyes. He had been sent by the family to Hangzhou to develop the coastal market, carving out a territory of his own. Yet, unexpectedly, his youngest sister had suddenly come to Hangzhou to compete with him, and the family simply turned a blind eye.

Left with no choice, he had dispatched people both openly and in secret to test her strength, but each time he was soundly defeated. Today, he had come to Wen Wan’s residence to see if there was any possibility of reconciliation; if peace was out of reach, then he might as well declare war.

“My dear sister, it’s been so long. You haven’t even come to visit your brother,” Wen Xiu feigned warmth, stepping forward as if to greet her affectionately. But Wen Wan halted in her tracks.

“Shut up.”

“You…” Wen Xiu was caught off guard, his face flushing with anger.

“I’ll make it simple: Hangzhou is mine.”

As Wen Wan uttered those words, she exuded the aura of a sovereign queen, her icy gaze sending a chill through Wen Xiu. He had seen that look before, years ago, when Wen Wan had worn that same expression. A month later, a titan of the Beijing dining industry who had opposed her was utterly ruined, his family destroyed.

But this time was different—back then, he had stood by her side. Now, he faced her as an adversary.

The pressure was overwhelming, as though his very soul was being crushed.

“On what grounds? The family sent me to manage the southeastern market! You have no right to drive me out!”

Under her formidable presence, all the arguments he had prepared vanished from his mind, and he could only invoke the family’s authority in protest.

Wen Wan stepped closer to Wen Xiu, raising two fingers.

“Leave Hangzhou, or I’ll make sure you’re finished.”

Hearing those few cold words, Wen Xiu’s face turned ashen, and he instinctively took a step back.

“You’re insane! What are you after? If you harm me, you’ll suffer losses too! Won’t you regret it?”

He thought of the terrifying wealth and connections Wen Wan now possessed. If she truly decided to risk everything against him, would he survive the onslaught? Even if he managed to win in the end, what would be left for him?

But would Wen Wan care?

No! This woman was a madwoman—she’d never consider how much she might lose in the process. The downfall of so many powerful heirs and magnates at her hands over the years was proof enough. Her attacks were always swift and merciless, her madness beyond anyone’s reckoning—no one could match her moves.

Wen Wan looked coldly at Wen Xiu’s terrified face, though her mind was already elsewhere. Her thoughts were filled with the image of Chen Luo. She missed him terribly—so much that she could almost taste the scent of his neck, craving to sink her teeth into him.

Just then, her phone chimed with another message. Wen Wan glanced at it, and in the next instant, her eyes filled with murderous intent. The air seemed to freeze; Wen Xiu met her deadly gaze and felt as if she might destroy him in an instant.

Lifting her gown, Wen Wan strode past Wen Xiu. She glanced at her assistant and, without hesitation, headed for the door. As the assistant reached for her phone to make a call, Wen Xiu cried out in desperation, “I’ll go! I’ll go! I admit defeat!”

Wen Wan didn’t spare him another glance. She walked straight out of the villa, got into the Maybach that had been waiting for her, and drove off toward Hangzhou University.

Watching Wen Wan’s retreating figure, the assistant was filled with admiration. In just a few words, she had defeated the sixth young master who had ruled the southeastern coast for years—such decisive ruthlessness was rare indeed.

Wen Xiu stumbled out of the villa, muttering to himself, “Where is she rushing off to? Does she think I’m not even worth mocking after my defeat?”

The assistant glanced at her phone and sighed, a wry smile playing on her lips. Sixth Young Master, my lady really is in a hurry—she’s off to snatch her little puppy.

Who would have imagined that the resolute and unflappable Wen Wan would be so enamored—no, obsessed—with an ordinary college student?

The assistant glanced at her phone again. The people monitoring Chen Luo always sent two messages: one to herself, and one directly to Wen Wan. Just minutes ago, Wen Wan had received the same alert.

"Tang Xiwei is about to arrive at Chen Luo’s dormitory. Her intentions are unclear."

…

Ten minutes earlier, Hangzhou University, Dormitory 8 for Women.

Bang! A phone was slammed hard against the desk, cracking the tempered glass screen protector. A pure, fresh-faced college girl in a fairy-like short dress sat at the desk, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Chen Luo, you jerk! How dare you insult me! I’ll never speak to you again!”

Tang Xiwei, still fuming after being scolded and hung up on by Chen Luo, was so angry that even the modest swell of her chest started to rise and fall—a testament to her agitation.

Since childhood, Tang Xiwei had always been the center of attention, surrounded by boys constantly vying to please her. She truly believed she had treated Chen Luo rather well; at the very least, she’d given him hope, letting him know that if he became more outstanding, she might consider him.

But Chen Luo had simply handed the flowers meant for her to some random girl—a girl, no less, who was even prettier than she was!

How could this be? How could one of her fish from her pond be caught by someone else?

“Don’t cry, Xiwei. Chen Luo isn’t your boyfriend—you never accepted his confession. You haven’t lost anything, so don’t be upset,” said Fang Lin, the dorm leader, coming over to gently pat her back.

“No! No matter what, he can’t treat me this way! Couldn’t he have persevered a little longer? Couldn’t he have worked harder, made more money, tried to win my heart? I told him, if he met my standards, I’d accept him!”

Her string of questions left Fang Lin at a loss, murmuring, “But what if someone even better than him pursues you?”

“Then of course I’d choose the better one! Why should I settle and wrong myself for his sake?”

Fang Lin was so baffled by this logic that she was momentarily speechless.

“I think Xiwei’s right,” chimed in Lin Tingting from the next bed. “People should be realistic. Why waste your youth suffering for a man?”

“Xiwei, I say forget about Chen Luo. I heard Liu Feng, the sophomore, announced he’d pick you up for a ride in his father’s Mercedes. Now, that’s a catch.”

Hearing this, Tang Xiwei’s expression softened, but she still felt a simmering frustration.

“I’ll keep Liu Feng in suspense for now—see just how sincere he is… Tingting, come with me to find Chen Luo. I must get an explanation from him!”