Chapter 72: I Told You to Eat Breakfast, Not to Eat Me

Chen Luo tiptoed down the stairs, where Mo Lan was already waiting for him.

“Madam Boss, how did President Wen sleep last night?”

Hearing himself called Madam Boss, Chen Luo’s face was full of embarrassment.

“Couldn’t you just call me by my name? That sounds way too weird.”

“But now you really are the Madam Boss. We’re counting on you for our livelihoods, aren’t we?” Mo Lan, unusually playful, emphasized the words “really are” with a teasing grin.

Well, she had a point. Now that he had the official title of boyfriend—and Wen Wan had truly claimed him—he was Madam Boss in every sense.

Fine, Madam Boss it is. As long as Wen Wan doesn’t mind the name, I don’t care. My skin is thick, after all.

“She slept very well last night. She’s still asleep now.”

Mo Lan’s face burst into joy, and she grabbed Chen Luo’s hands, shaking him fiercely. Under her powerful grip, his feet left the ground, and he was tossed about like a salted fish.

“Wonderful! Wonderful!”

“So many years! This is the first time President Wen has slept in! Incredible! Madam Boss, you deserve all the credit! Keep up the good work tonight! Let’s hope President Wen can sleep in every day!”

“Wait, how are you so strong? Stop shaking me! Put me down! Put me down!”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” Mo Lan hurriedly set him down, and Chen Luo’s legs felt wobbly as he regained his composure.

Yet, seeing Mo Lan so ecstatic, Chen Luo couldn’t feel happy himself.

Mo Lan’s joy only meant Wen Wan had suffered years of sleepless nights because of her illness.

“Yes, I’ll do my best, try to help her sleep better every night.”

Chen Luo nodded seriously to Mo Lan, who patted his shoulder.

“Good. Don’t worry. To ensure your stamina, I’ll bring you a bottle of tiger bone wine tonight. If you finish it, let me know, and I’ll go abroad to hunt another tiger for you, so you can keep drinking!”

Is this woman crazy? Does she think I’m Wu Song?

Wait, she said “another”—could it be that the last one was also hunted abroad by her?

Good heavens! Is she really Wu Song reincarnated? She’s unstoppable.

“Uh, that won’t be necessary. I’m very healthy, I can handle it, no need for supplements.”

“All right, I’ll go make breakfast. And I’ll make some for you as well.”

With that, Chen Luo slipped into the kitchen, keeping his distance from this monster—one stray punch and he’d be hospitalized.

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Upstairs, in the Paradise Room.

Wen Wan slowly opened her eyes, feeling an indescribable comfort throughout her body.

She reached out, but found Chen Luo wasn’t beside her. Sitting up, she saw a small note stuck to the headboard.

[I’m downstairs making breakfast for you. When you wake up, come down to eat.]

She picked up the note, carefully cradling it in her hands, savoring the sweetness and madness of last night. Her lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.

The deep harmony and intimacy of their passion had left Wen Wan feeling as if she were soaking in a pool of gentle spring water. Her limbs and whole body were deeply relaxed and comfortable, and her spirit, struck again and again, had kindled a flame.

Her once fragmented, icy heart was slowly repairing itself, even beginning to spark warmth.

Though it was just a spark, bringing only a touch of warmth, it was infinitely better than before.

“My little nemesis, how could I ever live without you?”

Wen Wan chuckled softly, slid out of bed, slipped into a silk nightgown, and padded barefoot downstairs.

Mo Lan saw Wen Wan descending, a relaxed smile still lingering on her face, and rushed over delightedly.

“President Wen, you slept well last night, didn’t you?”

At her friend’s teasing, Wen Wan didn’t get annoyed—she replied with cheerful candor.

“Very well. That little fellow was quite diligent. I felt wonderful and slept soundly.”

Mo Lan was stunned. President Wen, normally cold and reserved, was making jokes about this? Was she dreaming?

Without paying attention to Mo Lan’s shocked expression, Wen Wan walked toward the kitchen. She opened the door to find Chen Luo wearing a pink apron, stirring a pot of porridge.

Seeing the pink apron, Wen Wan was suddenly moved. She closed the kitchen door quietly—and locked it.

“This porridge tastes good. I’ll just stir-fry a few vegetables, then breakfast is ready.”

Chen Luo scooped a bit of porridge into a small bowl and tasted it gently.

Just as he reached for the vegetables, he felt two soft things press against his back.

“Duang! Duang!”

“My little husband is so diligent, making breakfast for me first thing in the morning.”

Warm and fragrant, Wen Wan pressed against his back. Chen Luo turned and saw her smiling, and his mood brightened.

“Yes, yes, your little husband is making you a sumptuous breakfast. Tell me what you’d like to eat, and I’ll cook it for you.”

As he spoke, Wen Wan’s hands began to wander, kneading his chest and sliding lower and lower.

“Mmm!” Chen Luo gasped in pleasure, then turned his head.

“Hey, it’s breakfast time now.”

“Yes, but didn’t you say you’d make me whatever I wanted to eat?”

Wen Wan leaned in close to his ear, whispering.

“What I want most… is you.”

With that, she pushed Chen Luo against the edge of the stove, reached out, and turned off the flame. But the fire of desire could not be extinguished, and she pounced on him.

“No, I meant breakfast—not me!”

...

Hangzhou, Empire Garden West Side, Villa No. 27.

“Miss, it’s been confirmed that Wen Xiu has withdrawn from the East. All Wen family assets are now being taken over by the sixth daughter, Wen Wan.”

A capable young woman with a high ponytail and a maid’s uniform stood at the dining table, holding several files as she reported.

At the table sat a young girl dressed in a pink Lolita dress.

Her pink hair was particularly striking, matching her outfit and her petite stature—just a bit taller than Liu Hua—giving her a cute appearance.

But the maid assistant didn’t dare actually think of her as some sweet, innocent girl. Instead, her eyes were filled with deep wariness.

This was Elena Ye, eldest daughter of the Ye family—one of the ten great families of the capital.

In the capital, her thunderous methods and ruthless style had made her a legend in the business world. Coupled with her unique name, she was called the Empress Yekarina of the capital.

Perhaps because Wen Wan and Elena Ye had both risen to prominence in recent years, they were dubbed the unmatched twin beauties of the capital.

However, the Ye and Wen families had always been mortal enemies, so the two women actually had little interaction.

“Hmm, I see. I didn’t expect my rival to change from Wen Xiu to Wen Wan. Fate really does love irony.”

“What has Wen Wan been doing since yesterday? Is she rushing to take over Wen Xiu’s territory?”

“No, she returned home with her boyfriend yesterday and hasn’t left the house since.”

“What?”