Chapter 13 Not Only a Wealthy Lady! But Also Sisters! You've Gone Too Far!

“Boys, your dad is back!” Chen Luo pushed open the door to their dorm room and saw his three roommates crowded around Liu Hao’s computer, watching something with great excitement.

“You guys are really watching study materials in broad daylight? Is it that interesting? Did Miss Mitsukami release a new work?”

At the sound of his voice, the three immediately looked up and rushed over, grabbing Chen Luo’s hands and showering him with exaggerated kisses.

“Godfather! Godfather, please, teach me your ultimate secrets!”

“I want to learn too! Godfather, have some pity on your sons—we’ve been single since birth for nearly twenty years, never even held a girl’s hand!”

“Godfather, I have three terabytes of resources, all for you! Please tell me your flawless strategy for winning over rich ladies!”

“Hey! You ungrateful brats, let go of me!” Chen Luo’s head spun from all the shaking. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

The three exchanged glances, then hurriedly dragged Chen Luo over to the computer. Chen Luo glanced at the screen and was greeted by several glaring thread titles.

“First a Maybach, then a Bugatti—rich women one after another. What makes this freshman so irresistible?”

“Shocking! Bugatti heiress confesses to our school’s freshman heartthrob and gets rejected in tears—find out why…”

“He, Chen Luo! Freshman heartthrob! Rich Lady Slayer! The legend of Hangzhou University!”

“Truly, youth does not know the value of a wealthy woman, mistaking the campus beauty for a treasure. You are a role model for us all. Don’t cry, freshman beauty—be brave! @Tang Xiwei”

Reading these posts, Chen Luo’s face darkened. What kind of idiotic, clickbait headlines were these? Were they all journalism majors?

Clicking the first thread, he found a short video, only about ten seconds long. The footage showed Mo Lan bowing to thank him, but beneath the video was an absurd analysis.

“The Bugatti goddess publicly confesses her feelings to the freshman heartthrob, passion overflowing, but the heartthrob remains enamored with the aloof Maybach queen. Truly a case of the goddess pining for the wrong man—she could only wipe her tears and drive away. Freshman heartthrob Chen Luo is a worthy role model, a true Rich Lady Slayer!

Urgent request! Seeking Chen Luo’s contact information, reward offered! I just want to learn from the master!”

“Brother Luo, you’re really making us green with envy!” one roommate exclaimed.

“Last night you spent the night out with the Maybach heiress, and this morning a Bugatti heiress shows up? Watch out for your kidneys!”

At that, Liu Hao mysteriously pulled out a row of blue pills from the drawer and slapped them into Chen Luo’s palm.

“Here, Brother Luo. I’m giving you my treasured stash. Don’t get on a rich lady’s bad side for lack of stamina.”

Staring at the row of blue pills in his hand, Chen Luo was stunned for two whole seconds.

“What the—! How do you guys manage to make up these stories? It was nothing, she just gave me a ride back!”

“She’s not even a rich lady, she’s the best friend of the rich lady!”

Hearing that, Liu Hao collapsed, clutching his head in despair.

“No! Not only a rich lady, but a pair of best friends? Save us! Are you even human?!”

Another roommate, Lin Xiang, immediately bowed deeply to Chen Luo, muttering incantations under his breath.

“Ancient god who commands the rich women, please accept my worship and grant me a wealthy lady!”

The last roommate, Xiao Lian, was even more direct; he fished out two hundred yuan from his pocket and tried to force it into Chen Luo’s hand.

“Godfather! Please ask your lady friends if they have any more rich friends! I’m not picky! Ten years older, twenty, thirty—I’ll take them all! Godfather!”

“Enough! All of you, get lost! I’m going out to buy a drink and clear my head.” Completely exasperated, Chen Luo shoved them aside and made for the door.

“One fried noodles!”

“One potato rice bowl!”

“One wonton noodles, no cilantro!”

“Thank you, Godfather!”

Chen Luo looked back at them, utterly speechless. “Fine! Since I spoil you brats, I’ll just poison your food later and send all you black-haired boys to the grave with me!”

Leaving the dorm, Chen Luo wasn’t really angry. His roommates were genuinely good people. Apart from his best friend Liu Hao, both Xiao Lian and Lin Xiang were loyal and generous. Their families were much better off than Chen Luo’s, and after graduation in his previous life, they had even asked their families to find him a few easy, well-paid, and nearby jobs.

But at the time, Chen Luo was infatuated with Tang Xiwei and refused all the offers, insisting on moving to her city. Later, the distance caused their friendship to fade.

Originally, Chen Luo wanted to discuss the anime-themed milk tea shop with them, but after all this commotion, there was no way to bring it up.

To be honest, while his roommates were nerdy, they were more obsessed with gaming and didn’t know much about anime, figures, or the broader subculture.

In this industry, getting started requires passionate enthusiasts—people who truly understand anime and its fans. Only then can you have the informational edge needed at the outset.

“If I can’t rely on my roommates, it seems I’ll have to contact her,” Chen Luo mused. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. A strange, dramatic female voice answered.

“Well, well, the devoted hero Chen Luo. Shouldn’t you be off protecting your goddess? What’s wrong, need the help of this dark sorceress?”

That over-the-top anime tone—it was almost too much to bear.

“Cut the act. I need to discuss something. Meet me at your school’s gate, then we’ll go to your favorite hotpot place. Lunch is on me.”

“Alright, alright! I’ve been spending a fortune on C-server skins lately and am living frugally. Big spender, I’m coming to eat you out of house and home!”

Chen Luo buried his face in his hands. Had he picked the wrong business partner?

…

At Hangzhou University’s faculty conference room, all department heads and above were gathering. The atmosphere was chaotic, as if the meeting had been called at the last minute; many arrived in haste.

The president of Hangzhou University sat at the head of the table, a white-haired old man with an imposing air.

“Let’s begin,” he said.

At once, the room fell silent, all eyes turning to President Qi Tianxing.

“This emergency meeting has been called for a special announcement,” Qi Tianxing declared, scanning the room. “After careful deliberation, the organization has decided to appoint a new chair for the Finance Department.”

At these words, everyone was thunderstruck. What was going on? Associate Professor Feng Ming, the current chair, was still in office. Why the sudden appointment?

All eyes turned in unison to Feng Ming, sitting in the back. Shock flashed across his face, followed by a look so dark it was almost stormy. Clearly, he had just found out as well.

Feng Ming stood up bristling with hostility, about to confront President Qi, but Qi spoke first.

“Professor Wen Wan, please come in.”