Chapter 70: Is This Really a Dinner Gathering? It’s Clearly a Defiant Bloodbath

"Um, President Wen, perhaps you’d like to start?"

Zhou Zheng sat at the dining table, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He glanced nervously at everyone present and couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Wen Wan was sitting right beside Chen Luo, leaning in close, her body gently nestled against his shoulder as she whispered softly in his ear, occasionally letting out a quiet laugh.

Opposite them sat Liu Hua, who had taken off her ever-present eyepatch and was now staring intently at Wen Wan with her only open eye, hands pressed together, muttering nonstop under her breath.

"Explode, reality! Shatter, magic! Banish this wicked archdemon! Eye of the gods, activate!"

The last at the table, seated next to Zhou Zheng, was Zhou Mei. She alternated between watching the interactions between Chen Luo and Wen Wan and searching for things online that were best left undescribed.

“Does licking a man’s earlobe increase his desire?”

“Do men have zero resistance to aloof, black-stockinged, dominant women?”

“What kind of adult toys do male college students like?”

“How can you increase a male college student’s interest in you?”

Zhou Zheng caught a glimpse of her search history and covered his face with his hand.

Why did I come to this dinner?

No! Mo Lan, you told me this was a celebration! A celebration for Chen Luo’s safe return and the successful partnership between our family and President Wen!

How did it turn into such a brutal battlefield?

Mo Lan immediately understood Zhou Zheng’s look and shrugged helplessly.

I’m just following President Wen’s orders—I have no idea either!

Fine, there’s no relying on my teammates. I have to save myself and break this bizarre atmosphere.

Lifting his wineglass, Zhou Zheng stood up.

"President Wen, let’s have a toast—let’s celebrate our junior Chen Luo’s safe return."

At last, Wen Wan paused and raised her glass with a smile.

"You siblings did a lot for this. You provided timely clues; I must thank you both."

She clinked her glass with Zhou Zheng’s and drained it in one go. Zhou Zheng and Zhou Mei hurried to follow suit.

After they set down their glasses, Wen Wan smiled at them.

"Let’s call this a favor I owe you both. If you ever need anything, just ask. Now, let’s eat."

"You’re too kind, President Wen. We hardly deserve this honor," Zhou Zheng replied modestly, though inside he was overjoyed. A favor from Wen Wan—he’d struck gold.

They all sat down to enjoy the meal. The dishes were lavish: delicacies from land and sea, rustic stir-fries—every single one of them Chen Luo’s favorites.

"Here, have some meat, my poor darling. You’ve gotten so thin without me around," Wen Wan said with a smile, pinching Chen Luo’s cheek and placing a piece of lean meat in his bowl.

Chen Luo took her hand affectionately, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to eat the lean meat when—

"Hey, don’t you know Big Brother Luo prefers pork belly?" Liu Hua, seated on his left, quickly placed two pieces of pork belly into Chen Luo’s bowl, covering the lean meat beneath.

Putting down her chopsticks, Liu Hua arched a brow and threw Wen Wan a provocative look.

Hmph! See how well the childhood friend knows him?

There’s no way you understand his tastes better than I do. He spent half his school years eating at my house, after all!

Wen Wan, unfazed by the challenge, simply took Liu Hua’s hand, gently stroking it as she spoke earnestly in front of Chen Luo.

"Liu Hua, thank you for reminding me. I was careless. Why don’t you make me a list? From now on, I’ll cook for your brother carefully so you won’t have to worry."

At this, Zhou Mei suddenly adopted the tone of a sports commentator.

"Faced with provocation, President Wen remains unshaken, holding her ground. Next, she plays the family card, solidifying her position and leaving Liu Hua with no footing. And now—the coup de grâce! President Wen pulls the ladder out, making her rival do the work for her with no way to refuse. I declare this round—President Wen wins!"

"Smack!" Zhou Zheng gave Zhou Mei a karate chop to the head, mimicking Chen Luo’s earlier gesture.

"Could you stop playing that card game for once? Is now really the time to narrate?"

Rubbing her head, Zhou Mei protested, "Alright, alright, I’ll stop. I’ll just focus on my own affairs."

"That’s more like it," Zhou Zheng sighed in relief, just as he saw his sister ladling out a bowl of soup and cheerfully heading toward Chen Luo.

"Chen Luo, too much meat can be overwhelming. Have some soup to ease your stomach," she said.

"Bang!" Zhou Zheng could no longer restrain himself and leapt up from his chair.

"Zhou Mei! What are you doing?"

Looking innocent, Zhou Mei replied, "Well, according to romance game logic, since I like Chen Luo, if I don’t join in at this point, it would go against my character’s traits."

"I’m going to wipe all your games from your computer!" Zhou Zheng was on the verge of madness. At least Liu Hua’s hints were subtle—his sister was openly challenging President Wen for Chen Luo right to her face!

Aren’t you afraid President Wen might wipe our family out in her anger?

You may not be scared, but Dad and I are terrified!

He glanced at Wen Wan in terror, dreading that she might lose her temper.

"Oh my, Zhou Mei, that’s thoughtful of you. But set the soup down—I’ll feed him," Wen Wan said smoothly, taking the bowl and scooping up some soup.

"Blow, blow. Darling, open up—have some soup," she said, as if coaxing a child.

Chen Luo glanced at Zhou Mei, then opened his mouth and drank.

Zhou Mei looked bewildered. That wasn’t in any of her romance games.

"What button do I press or what choice do I pick to counter this?"

Wen Wan turned to her with a smile and nodded.

"No worries. If you can’t counter it, you can always heal up and restart the game."

"Good point. I can reload and try again. I’ll do more homework later," Zhou Mei mused, nodding before returning to her seat to eat and recover her HP.

A chuunibyou, busty loli, and a techie versus a yandere heiress.

Yandere heiress: flawless victory.

Zhou Zheng gave Wen Wan a thumbs-up. Whether in business or romance, President Wen was unmatched.

Dinner lasted about an hour, and everyone was full; it was now eight o’clock.

Wen Wan took Chen Luo’s hand and stood, giving Zhou Mei and Liu Hua a glance.

"Everyone, we’re retiring for the night. Don’t let us keep you."

She stressed the word "retiring," making it clear for all to hear. Ignoring their reactions, she led Chen Luo upstairs.

As the door on the second floor slammed shut, Liu Hua cried out in frustration.

"It’s only eight! What do you mean, retiring? Sister-in-law! Can Luo’s body even handle this?"

Zhou Mei meekly raised her hand toward the second floor.

"Can I join? I won’t interfere, just watch and learn, okay?"

"No way! Out, both of you!"