Chapter 11 You Beg by the Roadside, I Carry the Dog-Beating Staff

“Mmmph, mmmph.” Chen Luo was kissed by Wen Wan for a full three minutes, to the point where he felt like he was running out of air. Driven by instinct, he reached out to gently push her away.

“Oh? You like this?” Wen Wan, instead of getting angry when she was pushed away, merely lowered her gaze to look at Chen Luo’s hands.

Wait, what was this—so soft, so full?

Finally, the oxygen returned to Chen Luo’s brain, and his thoughts cleared. He looked down at his hands. At that very moment, both of his hands were resting on Wen Wan’s chest, his palms barely able to contain those magnificent peaks.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” He quickly retracted his hands, apologizing in a fluster, though the astonishing sensation still lingered vividly in his mind.

Too big—at least a D cup. How could someone with such a slender figure have such a well-endowed chest? It defied all logic!

“What’s wrong, little one? Do you want more? University students truly are brimming with energy.” Wen Wan’s voice carried a teasing note. “But why apologize? You’re mine, and I’m yours. If you’re really interested, why not try again and see how it feels?”

There was a hint of mischief in Wen Wan’s smile as she reached for Chen Luo’s hand.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Chen Luo waved his hands frantically.

Wen Wan pulled his right hand and placed it on her left breast. Chen Luo, dazed, let his palm rest there.

He gasped inwardly. He was done for—this feeling was just too much! He couldn’t help but give a gentle squeeze.

“You little rascal!” Wen Wan laughed and teased him, yet she didn’t pull away or retreat, but instead seemed to enjoy it.

The two of them sat across from each other, holding that intimate pose in a silence thick with unspoken emotion. As Chen Luo’s hand drank in that astonishing sensation once more, he could also hear Wen Wan’s strong, steady heartbeat.

“Can you hear it? When you’re by my side, my heart beats like this. It’s not the same as usual,” she said softly.

Sensing the deeper meaning behind her words, Chen Luo slowly withdrew his hand, about to ask her something, when a voice sounded from outside the door.

“Miss Wen, breakfast is ready. Are you awake?”

The inquiry was warm, magnetic, and perfectly courteous—the voice belonged to Wen Wan’s closest assistant, Mo Lan.

Wen Wan took Chen Luo’s hand and led him out, glancing back at him as they walked. “Come, my little darling. This is our first breakfast together—quite a memorable occasion.”

Outside the room, Mo Lan stepped aside to guide them with quiet efficiency. Chen Luo immediately noticed that this assistant was unlike any he’d seen before. Dressed in a tailored shirt and slacks that covered her completely, with a high ponytail swaying behind her, she moved with a confident pride, rattling off the breakfast menu to Wen Wan as she walked.

But Chen Luo picked up on subtle cues: the sturdy lines hinted at beneath her shirt, her overall bearing—there was a faint but unmistakable aura of toughness.

“What is it? Are you interested in Mo Lan?” Wen Wan’s tone was casual, but to Chen Luo, it sounded oddly pointed.

Come on, I’m not some kind of heart-on-legs, falling for every woman I meet.

“No, it’s just that this Assistant Mo Lan seems different from the others I’ve seen before. Her demeanor is more like that of a bodyguard.”

By now, they’d reached the dining room and sat across from each other at the table, while Mo Lan unobtrusively served breakfast.

Breakfast wasn’t as extravagant as Chen Luo had imagined, nor did it carry the air of a wealthy household’s excess. It was a simple meal: soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns—ordinary fare.

“I know you like the fried dough sticks and soy milk from Zhang’s by the university gate, so I had someone bring some back for you,” Wen Wan said, picking up a steamed bun. She didn’t bother with any pretense of aristocratic grace, just took a big bite, her mouth shining with oil, utterly unbothered.

This small gesture warmed Chen Luo’s heart. For Wen Wan, knowing his favorite foods was no great feat, but sharing this simple, everyday breakfast with him was her way of showing care. If she’d laid out the usual expensive spread, someone from Chen Luo’s modest background might have felt out of place.

Though Chen Luo himself, having experienced so much in his previous life, wouldn’t have been unsettled, Wen Wan didn’t know that. She was simply, carefully, tending to his feelings.

Such a remarkable woman, so attentive and gentle with an ordinary university student—she must truly love him deeply.

In her eyes, bright and brimming with affection, though silent, everything was said.

If you were a rich man, I’d wear brocade and silk and stay by your side till old age. If you were a beggar by the roadside, I’d wield a cudgel to protect you.

Remembering Tang Xiwei from his past life, who only married him after he became wealthy and eventually poisoned him for his family fortune, the contrast was as stark as heaven and earth.

He asked himself: could he truly reject a woman like this?

“What are you daydreaming about? Eat up, or your soy milk will get cold and you won’t like it,” Wen Wan said, handing him a fried dough stick, unconcerned by the oil on her fingers. Then she glanced at Mo Lan.

“You’re quite perceptive, little one. Mo Lan isn’t just my chief assistant; she’s also a retired special forces officer. She’s been with me for years, saving me from danger many times—we’re as close as sisters.”

Mo Lan, standing by, managed an awkward smile. “Mr. Chen, Miss Wen is too kind. I’m merely her attendant.”

Chen Luo ignored Mo Lan’s modesty, instead catching a key word in Wen Wan’s explanation.

“Danger? Are you saying you’re often in danger? What sort of danger?”

Wen Wan paused, slightly taken aback by his sudden question, while Mo Lan’s lips curled in a barely perceptible smile.

“Wen Wan, answer me. Do you often face danger? Is someone trying to harm you?” Chen Luo stood up in his agitation, grabbing her hand anxiously.

No matter what, he couldn’t let a girl who cared for him so much be harmed by others.

Unconsciously, Wen Wan had already become someone very important to him.

Wen Wan reached out with her other hand, gently patting the back of his.

“Hush, now’s not the time for you to know this. I’ll tell you in the future, but...”

She paused, then raised her hand to brush his chin.

“You look so cute when you’re worried about me. I really like it.”

Chen Luo wanted to press further, but Wen Wan’s gaze stopped him, forcing him to swallow his unease.

Watching him, Wen Wan felt a rush of delight, but she knew this was not the time to draw him into those struggles. She deftly changed the subject, pointing to Chen Luo’s phone.

“I saw your phone open this morning—your notes had some information about a bubble tea shop. Are you planning to open one?”