Chapter 118: Sister, your smile is harder to suppress than an AK-47.

"Hmm???"

Elena let out a nasal sound of confusion and stood up abruptly.

"Say that again?"

The assistant opened the daily schedule and reported once more.

"Chen Luo, Vice President of Wanluo Group, has submitted an appointment request to our administrative department. He is asking to visit you here tomorrow at three in the afternoon."

"I am not sure if you would like to see him, Chairwoman Ye."

After speaking, the assistant looked up at Elena, waiting quietly for her instructions. Seeing the assistant’s expression, Elena slowly sat back down in her chair, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

*Is Chen Luo coming to see me at Wen Wan’s behest?*

*After causing me to suffer such a heavy loss in the food delivery project, is she sending him here to flaunt their success?*

As soon as this thought surfaced, Elena dismissed it. Wen Wan was never one to boast. She might be a madwoman, but she wasn’t a megalomaniac; otherwise, she wouldn't have become such a formidable rival.

If that was the case, then sending Chen Luo must be a calculated move—perhaps related to online education, or even a probing offensive. True to her reputation as a powerhouse who had dominated the business world for years, Elena immediately sensed the scent of danger.

"Assistant Lin, have you found the origin of that anonymous email in my inbox?"

"Yes, Chairwoman. First, we can rule out our undercover agents planted within Wanluo Group; they were all purged a few days ago."

"Secondly, we checked, and the email was registered in Hangzhou. However, it is not linked to any real-name authentication, so we cannot yet determine who sent it."

"It seems the person who sent this email definitely has ulterior motives."

"Could it be that this is a trap set by Wen Wan?"

Elena sat in her chair, fingers drumming lightly on the desk, lost in thought. The current elements were: Chen Luo’s visit, the anonymous email, and Wen Wan’s ultimate goal. How could these be synthesized into a logical motive?

Meanwhile, Ye Linqian sat mindlessly on the sofa eating potato chips. Seeing her older sister deep in thought, she couldn't grasp the complexities with her own simple mind.

"Sister, don't you think you're overthinking it? Maybe this is just a routine visit proposed by Chen Luo himself?"

At these words, Elena’s eyes widened.

*That’s it! I’ve been assuming Wen Wan is directing Chen Luo’s every move. Why couldn't it be Chen Luo’s own initiative?*

*Let’s pose a hypothesis: what if that email was sent to me privately by Chen Luo because he was afraid of being discovered by Wen Wan?*

If that were the case, everything might make sense. As a man, he likely wouldn't enjoy having every aspect of his life controlled by Wen Wan. Given how much Wen Wan doted on him, she might well have given him full autonomy.

From Chen Luo’s perspective, having just taken charge of an education enterprise, this was the perfect time to make a name for himself. Perhaps he intended to scout the enemy’s intelligence personally. That would explain the purpose of that mysterious email.

"In other words, he intends to make me his enemy on his own."

"This is starting to get interesting."

She walked over to Ye Linqian and slapped the back of her head.

"Smack!"

"You reckless girl, it’s a rare day indeed that you’ve used your brain."

"Sister! That hurts!"

Ye Linqian rubbed the back of her head with a look of resentment, but Elena was all smiles. Chen Luo had once declared war on her over the phone, and Elena had once thought they would never cross paths again. The fact that he was now taking the initiative to see her meant there was room for negotiation.

"Good. Being enemies is fine, facing each other as enemies is also fine."

Saying things that neither her assistant nor Ye Linqian could understand, Elena’s expression tightened.

"Assistant Lin, notify all company executives. I want everyone in the office tomorrow. We will receive the delegation from Wanluo Group with the highest honors!"

"Yes!"

"Wait, sister, you’re this happy just because Chen Luo is visiting?"

"Who said I’m happy? It’s an enemy attack; there’s nothing to be happy about."

Ye Linqian watched as Elena tried—and failed—to suppress a smile. If she weren't afraid of Elena’s temper, she would have teased her right then and there. *Sister, your mouth is more stubborn than a locked safe, yet you tell me you aren't happy?*

"Alright, stop staring. Let’s go. Come with me to Canaan Plaza to buy some clothes and get a new look."

Ye Linqian, being dragged out by Elena, was speechless. *Sister, your mouth refuses to admit defeat, but your body is being very honest. You’ve never been this particular even for our own father.*

"What? You don't want to come with me?"

"No, no, no, I’m coming right now."

...

Wanluo Group, President’s Office.

"Those are the main things you need to handle tomorrow. Is that clear?"

Wen Wan sat on Chen Luo’s lap, pointing at the documents on the desk, feeling a bit parched.

"It’s clear. You’ve been talking for two hours. Here, have some water."

He handed the water cup to Wen Wan while looking at the documents, seriously contemplating everything she had just said. The main goal was to mislead the opponent to buy time; tomorrow’s visit was the first step. If he couldn't deceive her, everything that followed would be impossible.

Wen Wan finished the water, turned her face, and saw Chen Luo’s earnest expression. *As expected, a man is most handsome when he’s focused.*

While Chen Luo was lost in thought, she leaned close to his cheek, unable to resist the urge to take a playful bite.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Her phone vibrated, and her movement stopped. Chen Luo took out his phone; it was a call from Zhou Zheng.

"Hello, Senior!"

"Junior, President Chen! Our food delivery app is really on fire. The earnings from just these few days have already reached 2 million."

"According to our contract, I’ve transferred your share of the first phase, a total of 1 million, into your account."

"It’s not much, don't mind it. The surplus for the first full month should exceed ten million, and I’ll transfer your share then."

Zhou Zheng briefly explained the situation with the app. It was well on track, with many merchants signing up; the entry fees alone had already made them a fortune.

"Understood. Received. Thank you for your hard work, Senior."

Hanging up, Chen Luo looked at the notification on his phone: 1 million in cash had been deposited into his bank account.

"Oh? The earnings from the food delivery app are quite impressive."

Hearing this, Chen Luo pulled Wen Wan into his arms with a smile.

"Let’s go. Your husband has made some money; I’m taking you out to buy some clothes and have a good meal."

Wen Wan was slightly stunned, then broke into a sweet smile.

"Alright, let’s go to Canaan Plaza this afternoon. It’s the only mall in Hangzhou that’s worth visiting."

...

That afternoon, 3:30 PM, first floor of Canaan Plaza.

"Ding!" The elevator doors opened, and a young woman in a long white dress stepped out.

"Assistant Bao, bring me the card that Wen Shao gave me. I’m going shopping!"

"Yes, President Tang!"