Chapter 12 You Are President Wen's Cure, the Most Potent Remedy

“Oh, it’s nothing much, just some minor ventures—mainly small businesses related to the anime industry. They’re nothing compared to your big enterprises.” Chen Luo scratched his head sheepishly as the two of them resumed sitting across from each other, continuing their conversation over breakfast.

Yet what Chen Luo said was true. Even though he didn’t know exactly what business Wen Wan was involved in, the fact that she owned the number one villa in the Imperial Court Garden was enough to suggest her assets were worth at least a billion. Forget about his current self—even at the peak of his previous life, he probably wasn’t even one percent of her worth.

“You really don’t have to work so hard. Whatever you want, just tell me. I can give you anything—including my own life.” When Wen Wan spoke, the playful ambiguity in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a natural calm, as if giving everything to Chen Luo was a matter of course.

If anyone else had made such a promise, Chen Luo would have taken them for a lunatic or assumed they were joking. But coming from Wen Wan, he believed she meant it. Perhaps if he just said yes, unimaginable wealth would rain down upon him.

“No, Wen Wan, let me try on my own.” He smiled. “I’m not old-fashioned. I won’t say things like ‘I don’t want to live off a woman.’ If I need your help, I’ll certainly ask. But there are some things I want to achieve myself.”

“But I promise you this: once my plan is ready, you’ll be the first to know. Is that all right?”

Even as he spoke, Chen Luo felt a little anxious. His relationship with Wen Wan was complicated—though they’d only known each other for a few days, not even long enough to call themselves friends, the recent intimacy and conversations had made her a significant presence in his heart. To say she hadn’t moved him would be a lie. Yet, for now, he didn’t want their relationship to change, nor did he want his words to make her feel he was pushing her away.

Wen Wan didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she poured him another glass of soy milk.

“All right, whatever you say. Whatever you want to do, I’ll support you. Eat well so you have strength to think—don’t tire yourself out, my dear.”

Her words finally put Chen Luo at ease. “Thank you, Wen Wan. Tonight I’ll tell you all about my plan.”

“But this afternoon I need to go back to school for a class meeting. The new counselor wants to meet us and choose class representatives. Could you arrange for someone to take me? It’s really hard to get a cab out here.”

The mention of the class meeting seemed to remind Wen Wan of something. Her lips curled into a subtle smile, and her eyes arched into crescent moons. “Very well. Molan, take Chen Luo to university,” she instructed at once. Molan received the order without hesitation and left to prepare the car.

Wen Wan walked Chen Luo to the door of the villa. Just as he was about to wave goodbye, she stepped forward, gently straightening his collar and fastening the top button of his shirt with her slender, fair fingers.

“Naughty boy, dress properly. Don’t let any little vixen take advantage of you, understand?” Her tone and actions were exactly like a new bride fussing over her husband before he went out.

“Don’t worry, I understand.” Chen Luo nodded solemnly. “You should rest more. I’ll head to school first—see you tonight.”

He waved goodbye and got into the car Molan had brought. This time it wasn’t the Maybach, but a Bugatti Veyron. After exchanging a nod with Wen Wan, Molan drove Chen Luo towards Hangzhou University.

Wen Wan watched his departing figure with lingering reluctance. “That maddening little thing—the moment we part, I already miss him. How wonderful it would be to sleep in his arms forever,” she murmured.

Just then, one of her assistants emerged from the villa. “President Wen, your appointment letter and staff card from Hangzhou University have arrived. The university president sent a message inviting you to attend the school assembly at 10 a.m.”

The assistant handed over the appointment letter, which read: “Professor Wen Wan is hereby appointed as a Distinguished Professor of Finance at Hangzhou University.” The staff card identified her as “Director of the Finance Department and Counselor, Hangzhou University.”

Wen Wan’s usual aloofness returned. She collected her smile, becoming once more the enigmatic, glacial presence she was known for.

“All right, let’s go to Hangzhou University.”

…

Chen Luo sat in the back of the Bugatti Veyron. Molan drove steadily, and after a sleepless night, Chen Luo was starting to nod off.

“Mr. Chen, if you need to rest, I can find a place to stop for you,” Molan said softly, careful not to disturb him.

“No need, we’re almost there.” Chen Luo straightened up a bit.

“By the way, Miss Molan, you don’t have to call me Mr. Chen. Just call me by my name. Wen Wan considers you her sister, so you’re my friend as well.”

Molan hesitated, glancing at the rearview mirror. “Very well, Chen Luo. I have a request, and I hope you’ll agree.”

“Oh? What is it?” Chen Luo was surprised by the sudden seriousness.

“I hope you’ll spend more evenings at the villa with President Wen. You may not know this, but for the first time in years, I saw her sleep soundly last night. Since you care about her safety, I’m sure you care about her health too. Years of struggles and childhood trauma have left President Wen with chronic insomnia—her health is at a dangerous edge.”

“You mentioned the dangers, but what about that childhood trauma? Isn’t there any treatment for this kind of insomnia?” Chen Luo asked anxiously, worried she might have some untreatable illness.

“There are things I can’t say. Only President Wen can tell you. But what I can ask is that you spend more time with her. I’m begging you—whatever you want, I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”

Molan’s voice trembled with emotion, revealing just how deeply she cared for Wen Wan—far beyond the bounds of a mere assistant.

“To President Wen, you’re the only true remedy. Only you can heal her heart and make her truly happy. Only then will she regain her health. Please, I’m begging you.”

Chen Luo nodded gently. “Thank you for caring for Wen Wan, Miss Molan. I understand. I’ll spend as much time with her as I can.”

By then, the Bugatti had arrived at the gate of Hangzhou University’s dormitory area. Getting out of the car, Chen Luo gave Molan a serious look.

Molan also got out, walked over, and took his hand in hers, bowing deeply. “Thank you, truly. From now on, you’re my benefactor. I’ll repay you no matter what.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes, got back into the Bugatti, and drove away.

What neither Chen Luo nor Molan knew was that someone had secretly photographed their handshake, Molan’s bow, and her tearful departure. The images were immediately uploaded to the school’s forum.

Once again, the Hangzhou University forum was ablaze with news of Chen Luo!