Chapter 29 Heavens Above, the Sickly Tycoon Has Broken Character!

“Uh…” First it was the SM handcuffs and collar, now she wants him to cook in nothing but an apron—was Wen Wan’s taste really this intense?

“What’s wrong? Can’t do it?” Wen Wan feigned a look of disappointment, pouting her lips and gazing expectantly at Chen Luo with those beautiful, pleading eyes.

Ah! Wen Wan, you’re breaking character, do you even realize? You’re supposed to be the aloof, slightly deranged beauty, but now you’re acting like a sweet, aggrieved girl, coquettish and adorable—who could possibly resist this?

“Fine! I’ll strip! Consider it a special service for today!”

After all, in front of his own girlfriend, he hardly needed to worry about dignity. As long as she was happy, that was enough.

“I’m not bragging—I started cooking when I was eight. I’m pretty decent. Go ahead, order whatever you like, I’ll make it for you.”

“I’d like some fried rice with egg.”

“Huh? Just that?”

You’re a CEO worth at least several billion, and you just want fried rice?

Oh, maybe she’s had too many delicacies and wants something down-to-earth for a change.

Ignoring Chen Luo’s confusion, Wen Wan called out to Mo Lan outside the door.

“Mo Lan, have the kitchen downstairs prepared. My personal chef is about to show his skills.”

“Right away, Miss!” Mo Lan’s reply was calm yet tinged with amusement; hearing Wen Wan’s voice, she knew Chen Luo had already lifted her mood. She hurried off to get everything ready.

“Let’s go, my chef.” Wen Wan pulled Chen Luo into the kitchen, then had Mo Lan close the door and forbid anyone else from entering.

Stepping into the kitchen, Chen Luo glanced around and silently cursed.

The rich and their extravagance are truly outrageous! Oh, wait—not counting my Wen Wan, of course.

This kitchen was even more luxurious than most five-star hotel kitchens he’d seen in his previous life. Every cooking utensil imaginable was present, all of them top brands and the highest configurations.

Add to that a staggering array of fresh ingredients—so many that it was almost shocking. Forget a simple dinner; you could put together an imperial feast here.

“All right.” Wen Wan pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, crossing her legs and patting the tabletop lightly.

“Come on, don’t be shy, strip down and put your clothes here. I’ve got the apron ready for you.”

“Really take it all off?” Chen Luo saw Wen Wan about to pout again and quickly shouted, “I’ll do it! I’m stripping! Don’t pout!”

If she pouted once more, his blood level would be depleted, and there were no medics here to give him a transfusion!

Slowly, he pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a youthful, toned, and athletic body.

He’d trained in martial arts and combat since childhood with his policeman father, exercising daily, so his physique was solid—slim in clothes, muscular without.

If not for that strong body and fighting reflexes, knowing how to protect himself and absorb impacts, he’d probably have ended up in the hospital after that hit from the Rolls earlier.

Wen Wan lightly licked her lips. She’d already found his chest impressive to the touch, but seeing him shirtless was a feast for the eyes.

Seemed like she’d have to move up her plans to “devour” this little guy.

Chen Luo couldn’t help but shiver at the predatory, almost obsessed look in Wen Wan’s eyes. What was she planning?

He hurriedly grabbed the apron on the table to put it on, only to discover it was pink, with a cute teddy bear on the front.

Seriously? This was way too pink and cute. Was it really appropriate for a grown man like him to wear such an apron? Wait a minute—wasn’t this just like the one they used to have at home?

He turned around, intending to suggest a different apron.

Click!

A flash went off, and Wen Wan grinned in delight. “Come on, give me a few more poses. I’ll take lots of pictures to hang in the Paradise Room.”

That was twice now! Twice today she’d broken character! She was supposed to be the cool, aloof, slightly mad beauty, not a lovestruck pervert! Then again, maybe some “yandere” types did have a bit of that in them.

No, he couldn’t let this continue. Who knew what she’d do with his naked pictures tonight?

He quickly put on the pink apron and gave Wen Wan a stern look.

“Be good, sit still and wait for dinner.” Chen Luo tapped her lightly on the forehead, then turned to the stove to start making the fried rice.

Wen Wan gently picked up the T-shirt Chen Luo had placed on the table, slowly buried her face in it, and took a deep breath.

That uniquely youthful scent filled her nose—a fresh, grassy aroma with a subtle hint of sweat.

It was like drinking a glass of aged wine, intoxicating and unforgettable.

Was this the scent of a boy about to become a man? The childishness of ten years ago was gone, replaced by a new flavor all its own.

Wen Wan slowly undressed, removing every last piece of clothing before carefully slipping Chen Luo’s T-shirt over herself. The lingering warmth pressed against her skin.

“Mmm! That familiar warmth, that familiar sense of safety—it’s all come back, all the feelings that haunted my dreams for years!”

Wen Wan cupped her flushed cheeks, her eyes dreamy and lost, then strode step by step toward Chen Luo.

He stood at the stove in nothing but the apron, spatula in hand as he tossed the rice. From Wen Wan’s angle, his back wasn’t especially pale, but the muscles were alluringly defined.

Not the exaggerated bulk of a bodybuilder, but a perfectly balanced strength.

With every movement, the lines of his chest flashed into view, stirring the imagination even more.

“Wen Wan, get the dishes ready—I’m about to finish up.”

“Pfft!”

Chen Luo turned off the heat and was reaching for a plate when he suddenly felt a rush from behind, followed by an electrifying sensation.

Whoa! Wasn’t this a bit much?

“Wen Wan, um…” He turned and saw Wen Wan wearing his shirt.

“Pfft! Pfft!”

Her hands reached around from behind, gripping his chest hard enough to tremble.

Then came a skilled, teasing massage—his spatula slipped from his grasp and clattered onto the stove.

“Hoo!” Wen Wan rose on tiptoe and blew softly in his ear, making him shiver all over.

Wait—was she really planning to go wild in the kitchen? Was this really going to be his first time, right here among the pots and pans?

Go on, Wen Wan! Don’t spare this delicate blossom—do with me as you will!

Chen Luo braced himself, ready to face her head-on, his hand gently covering hers.

“You little rascal, I did exactly this to you ten years ago. You promised to be my child-bride, remember? Do you have even the faintest memory of that?”