Chapter 50: The Intense Temptation of Gentleness—Chen Luo’s Series of Portraits

“Ms. Wen, the educational website is fully built!”
“At present, the recruitment of the online course team has reached 83%, ready to begin work at any time!”
“Ms. Wen, we’ve received word from the Department of Education that the permit will be issued in three days; then we can officially start operations.”

In an office building in the Magic City, Wen Wan nodded approvingly at her team.
These colleagues were elite members she’d drawn from various branches, working with remarkable efficiency. In just a few days, they had erected the framework of the online education company.

“Excellent. You’ve all worked hard. Keep it up—when the company is established, you’ll serve as department heads, and each of you will receive 2% of the founding shares!”

“Yes! Thank you, Ms. Wen!”

The team was thrilled. Ms. Wen never made empty promises; rewards she spoke of were always fulfilled.
This was a newly founded education company, clearly poised for rapid growth. If it ever went public, those 2% founding shares could easily be worth millions.

Wen Wan entered her office, sinking into the sofa with a weary frown, her limbs trembling slightly.

“Ms. Wen, you should get some sleep,” Mo Lan said, her expression full of concern. Wen Wan hadn’t closed her eyes for two days and nights, working non-stop.

“I’d like to, but my old affliction is acting up—I simply can’t sleep,” Wen Wan replied with a bitter smile, leaning back.

Mo Lan’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent upon hearing this.
“It’s all because of that damned family trial! Such idiotic, brainless methods thought up by those fools!”

Though Wen Wan had been rescued by Chen Luo years ago, she was left with a lasting trauma.
Upon returning to her family, the patriarch Wen Shao subjected her to even harsher, crueler training, worsening her condition until it plagued her health to this day.

“Enough. No need to get angry. Since I can’t sleep anyway, I might as well get back to work.”

“No! Ms. Wen, you need rest!”
Mo Lan firmly blocked Wen Wan from rising.

“Mo Lan, I know you’re worried, but I just want to finish all this and go back to see that little guy.”

At the thought of Chen Luo, Wen Wan’s lips curled into a slight smile, and her fatigue seemed to ease a little.

“Yes! Chen Luo—only he can cure you right now. I’m such a fool for not thinking of it sooner!”
Mo Lan slapped her forehead, then quickly pulled out her phone.

“Team One, send the series of Chen Luo’s photos you’ve collected to my phone, number one!”

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
The phone chimed, and Mo Lan hurriedly handed it to Wen Wan.

“A series of photos? Mo Lan, what are you…”

“Hm???”
Wen Wan’s eyes widened as she looked at the photos.
The first image showed Chen Luo in his dorm, shirtless and preparing for a shower. The angle was exquisite, focusing on his firm abs and subtly defined chest.
Looking further, Chen Luo’s hand rested on his waistband, about to pull down his pants, exposing the line of his hipbone.

“Mm!” Wen Wan instinctively covered her nose, a flush of heat rising within her.
Though their relationship was already close, they hadn’t yet crossed the final threshold, leaving Wen Wan’s longing for Chen Luo unfulfilled.

Seeing Wen Wan’s reaction, Mo Lan couldn’t help but secretly chuckle.
Only Chen Luo’s provocative photos could have such an effect. Over the years, countless scions in the capital were more handsome or taller than Chen Luo, yet Wen Wan regarded them with the same disdain she would a pest.
Perhaps it was a matter of “kindred spirits”—no, Ms. Wen could never be likened to a turtle! Surely, it was love making her see beauty in him.

Wen Wan scrolled through several more photos, each capturing Chen Luo’s charm at various events, even some taken while he was showering—vivid, sensual, and alluring.
She forwarded the photos to her own device, setting one as her phone’s lock screen so she could see him every time she turned it on.

As Wen Wan browsed through the images, her brows gradually relaxed and her fatigue lessened.
But Mo Lan was dissatisfied with the results—time for something more potent.

“Ms. Wen, I have a way to let Chen Luo sleep beside you tonight. Do you believe me?”
Mo Lan’s words were like the whisper of a succubus, stirring Wen Wan’s deepest desires.

“Alright.”
As soon as Wen Wan agreed, Mo Lan took out another phone and dialed.

“Team Three! By any means necessary, send me a live feed of Chen Luo sleeping, including audio, right now!”

…

Hangzhou University, male dormitory building.

At that moment, the sleepy dorm supervisor aunt was about to take a nap.
“Tap, tap, tap!” A rush of footsteps echoed as four women in black, carrying filming equipment, hurried upstairs.
The supervisor stepped out to block them, but the leader presented a document from the Finance Department.

“Hello, we’re administrative staff from the Finance Department. There’s an urgent situation—under orders from the department head, we need to perform official duties upstairs. Please let us through.”

Seeing the document, the supervisor stepped aside, intending to exchange a few words, but the group had already dashed up the stairs.

“What kind of emergency makes them so anxious?”

These four were Mo Lan’s specially assigned protectors for Chen Luo, always guarding him from the shadows. Their instructions now were to capture a live video of Chen Luo sleeping, without waking him, recording every detail.

“Click!”
The door to Chen Luo’s dorm room opened quietly. The other roommates, who were still awake, were stunned by the sudden entrance of four mature, elegant women at midday.

What was going on? Four sophisticated ladies barging into a men’s dorm?

“Um, what are you here for?” Liu Hao stammered.

The leader, Number Three, spoke softly and politely, “Please keep your voices down. Would you mind stepping out for an hour? We have important business with Chen Luo—it may not be convenient for you to stay.”

“Ah? What do you want with Chen Luo?” Liu Hao asked again, only to be handed a thick bundle.

“Gasp!” The group stared at the stack of hundred-yuan bills in their hands—at least ten thousand.

“Please, grant us this favor.” Number Three gestured for the others to gently usher the roommates out.

“Bang!” The door closed softly. The three roommates finally realized what had happened.

“Bro, don’t blame us for selling out; the offer was just too much. Enjoy your extreme 1v4 challenge!”

“Let’s go, guys! Time for a feast in honor of Brother Luo!”

They left the dormitory in high spirits, while inside, Number Three began her task.

“Now—action!”