Chapter 103: One Hundred Million in Pocket Money—My Man, Let Me Spoil Him

Tang Xiwei’s anger flared uncontrollably the moment she saw that photo.

Recently, not only had she been forced by Wen Shao to improve herself in every possible way, she had also crammed information about the power dynamics and key figures among the aristocratic families of the capital. Among these, naturally, was Elena Ye, the eldest daughter of the Ye family.

Unlike Wen Wan, who was still embroiled in a battle for succession, Elena’s position was unassailable. With few heirs in the Ye family and her own outstanding talents, she had been named the future head of the family years ago. One could say that Elena Ye was destined to become the leader of one of the country’s top ten families—a woman whose slightest move could shake entire markets across the nation.

How could such a remarkable woman, standing at the very peak of power and prestige, possibly be interested in Chen Luo?

Yet, looking at the way Elena gazed at Chen Luo in the photo, Tang Xiwei immediately sensed a hint of affection. It was a woman’s intuition, and she trusted it completely.

“I was chased out of Hangzhou like a stray dog, forced to endure endless hardships here in the capital,” she muttered bitterly. “And you—having Wen Wan, the sixth young lady of the Wen family, wasn’t enough? You actually managed to ensnare the eldest daughter of the Ye family too!”

“How did I never realize you were so irresistible to women? Not even Elena Ye could escape your charms.”

“You’re such a philanderer! Does Wen Wan know? Does she really allow you to keep a harem?”

“How many heiresses of the capital’s noble families will you entangle before you’re satisfied? Are you the reincarnation of a male seductress sent to ruin us all?”

Tang Xiwei’s chest heaved with rage, though given her slight figure, the effect was hardly visible. Anger and jealousy twisted her features beyond recognition.

“Just wait! When I get back to Hangzhou, I’ll make you regret everything!”

“I’m not the same as before! Now I’m Wen Shao’s woman! I stand atop the world’s power structure!”

“Neither Wen Wan nor Elena Ye can compare to Wen Shao!”

“Chen Luo, I’ll make sure you lose everything—I’ll see you utterly destroyed!”

A few nearby travelers heard Tang Xiwei’s venomous mutterings and shivered involuntarily.

Is this woman insane? Better keep our distance.

...

The next morning, at the Imperial View Villa.

“Ow, my back is so sore,” Chen Luo murmured as he opened his eyes, more aware of the ache in his waist than any lingering fatigue.

He recalled last night’s exertions—pushing himself to the limit for Wen Wan’s tuition fees, a wild night that left him exhausted well into the early hours.

“I really need to start working out again. If my back is already sore, what will become of me in the future?”

“Oh? How do you plan to exercise? I’ll join you,” came a teasing voice.

Chen Luo turned his head and saw Wen Wan lying beside him, watching him with a playful and alluring glint in her eyes, her body bare beneath the sheets.

“Uh, I just meant strengthening my back. I still have more tuition to pay, after all.”

“Good. You have a commendable sense of duty,” Wen Wan murmured, leaning in close to his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be your faithful training partner. We’ll keep up the routine every night.”

“Every night?” Chen Luo’s expression grew pitiful, mourning for the fate of his aging back.

Wen Wan burst out laughing at his forlorn look—a laughter so unrestrained, she only ever revealed it in Chen Luo’s presence.

After some playful banter, the two went downstairs for breakfast.

They sat across from each other, the table laid with simple porridge and a few side dishes—nothing lavish or extravagant, just the comfort of ordinary mornings.

“Eat up. Have some more. You don’t have any classes this morning, right? Isn’t today the day you start your counterattack at Zhou Mei’s studio?” Wen Wan ladled a bowl of porridge for Chen Luo and handed him a bank card with it.

Chen Luo was about to refuse the card, but he met Wen Wan’s unwavering gaze.

“There’s a hundred million yuan in this card—call it your pocket money. If you need more, just ask me for it,” she said firmly. “There’s no need for formalities between us. Otherwise, I’ll be upset.”

“A man can’t go out into the world without money. Besides, you can’t keep relying on the Zhou family’s funds. That wouldn’t be good for your partnership.”

Faced with her gentle yet commanding tone, Chen Luo accepted the card with a smile. “Thank you for thinking of everything, my dear. I’ll take it.”

Wen Wan’s eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled. “That’s more like it. You’re my man—what’s wrong with spending my money?”

“Use this hundred million first. In a few days, I’ll have Mo Lan transfer a few more hundred million to you. You’re mine—if I don’t spoil you, should I let other women do it instead?”

She thumped her ample chest, her generous spirit shining through.

“Yes, yes, my wonderful wife spoils me best. I’ll be sure to repay your kindness,” Chen Luo replied, slipping a piece of meat into her bowl.

Off to the side, Mo Lan and Mo Ye waited. Mo Ye, who had never seen Wen Wan so happy, whispered quietly to her sister, “I’ve never seen President Wen laugh like this.”

“She only does so around Chen Luo—he’s special,” Mo Lan replied. Her expression grew serious as she admonished her younger sister, “Little Leaf, you’re a better fighter than me. Remember, you are now Chen Luo’s bodyguard. You must protect him at all costs. If anyone threatens him, you have my permission to eliminate them without waiting for orders.”

“Our lives belong to President Wen, and only Chen Luo can cure her illness. Do you understand?”

“I understand!” Mo Ye nodded solemnly, then glanced at Chen Luo, already strategizing how best to keep him safe.

Breakfast lasted half an hour before Chen Luo prepared to leave the villa.

“I’m off. The publicity starts at noon,” he said, bidding Wen Wan farewell as he set out under Mo Ye’s protection for Zhou Mei’s studio.

Watching Chen Luo’s departing figure, Wen Wan ordered Mo Lan, “Launch the online education project at noon today! Buy out all the news channel ads—make as much noise as you can!”

...

At noon that day, in the Ye family residence.

Elena Ye was having lunch with her sister, Linqian Ye.

A creature of habit, Elena always watched the news while she ate.

When she turned on the news channel, a look of shock spread across her face.

“Online education courses are launching across all platforms? Which company dares to encroach on my educational interests along the southeast coast?”

“What? The Wen Group? Has Wen Wan lost her mind?”