Chapter 46: The Jealous, Sickly Lover a Thousand Miles Away Throws Another Fit

Staring at the picture on his phone, Chen Luo covered his nose, barely stopping himself from having a nosebleed.

In the photo, Wen Wan was dressed in a youthful, striking black JK-style short skirt, revealing her slender waist. She wore black thigh-high stockings, with the camera focusing on that alluring absolute territory. The sight of her voluptuous, fair thighs made Chen Luo dizzy, his body heating up with restlessness.

Seeing Chen Luo’s expression, Hongye covered her mouth, snickering. Liuhua, puzzled, leaned in for a look, and instantly her cheeks flushed red.

“This! This! This!”

“What does that woman mean by this? Even while away on business, she won’t stop seducing Brother Luo? She’s too much!”

Chen Luo smiled wryly at Hongye, realizing he’d forgotten that Hongye was Wen Wan’s assistant, always ready to report his movements.

Hongye spread her hands, indicating she was helpless, just as Chen Luo was about to speak.

“Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!”

The phone rang, and seeing Wen Wan’s caller ID, Chen Luo hurriedly answered.

“Well, well! I never realized our little darling had such a special taste, enjoying the sight of that bit of flesh pressed tight.”

“Uh, no, it’s not like that, let me explain.”

Sweat beaded on Chen Luo’s forehead. Heaven knows, he just thought this outfit felt a little avant-garde these days.

“What’s there to explain? Don’t bother, I understand. Let me ask you.”

Suddenly, Wen Wan’s voice turned icy.

“Do you have it at home?”

“Yes!”

“Who looks better in it, that girl or me?”

“Of course, you’re the best! She can’t compare to you at all!”

“If mine looks better, and your eyes wander again, I’ll dig them out!”

“I don’t mind supporting you for life, you naughty thing. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I promise I won’t glance sideways again!”

“Hmph! I know you’re full of youthful vigor. I’ve been gone so long, you must have all sorts of ideas. From now on, I’ll send you a different photo every day. You’d better look closely—one hundred times a day!”

“When I get back, I want an essay on your impressions. Did you hear me?”

“Yes, my queen, I’ve got it! I’ll look a hundred times each day, think of you a hundred times, please calm your anger.”

“Hehe, that’s more like it.”

“Alright, I’m hanging up, I have work to do!”

“Just you wait, naughty boy! When I get back, I’ll devour you—won’t let you out of bed for days, see if you have any energy left to look at other women!”

The busy tone sounded. Chen Luo’s face flushed crimson, and he quickly covered it with his hands, not yet afraid, but feeling shy from Wen Wan’s teasing, bold words.

Hongye and Liuhua exchanged glances, both covering their mouths and giggling.

“Hahaha, who’d have thought President Wen had this side! All these years, I’ve never heard her speak like that.”

“Brother Luo, you’d better take care of yourself. That’s what you get for sneaking peeks. When your sister-in-law gets back, you’re in for it—should I buy you medicine ahead of time to boost your HP?”

“Get out of here, enjoying my misfortune, aren’t you?”

Chen Luo’s face was lined with exasperation. He was truly innocent this time.

“Alright, on to business. Tomorrow I’ve got a full schedule, and the class will be picking committee members. Liuhua, you and Senior Zhou Zheng will handle tomorrow’s renovations.”

“Sure, I’ll come over at noon. You can rest easy, leave it to me—the first fortress of the brave will be built by me.”

After their discussion, the three posted a sign at the door of their rented shop: “Renovations begin tomorrow, please don’t park here,” before heading off their separate ways.

After they left, a man sitting in a café diagonally opposite immediately dialed a number.

“Master Feng, that shop starts renovations tomorrow. Should we make a move?”

“Do it! Get the Tiger Gang brothers. Go at noon, smash the shop, drive off the construction crew, spread the word so no team dares take their business.”

…

Hangzhou University, Girls’ Dormitory Building 8, Room 503.

“Click!” The door opened, and Fang Lin, closest to it, reacted first, turning her head.

“Wow! Xiwei, you’re finally back. You’ve been on leave for several days—where did you go?”

Tang Xiwei entered, and Lin Tingting quickly stood up.

“Wow, Xiwei, that dress is a designer brand! Is it real? If so, it must cost fifty or sixty thousand!”

“And your bag—limited edition! That’s thirty to forty thousand, too.”

“Goodness, your whole outfit easily tops a hundred thousand.”

Seeing Lin Tingting’s shocked and envious expression, Tang Xiwei basked in it, her vanity swelling with satisfaction.

“Of course it’s real, my boyfriend bought it for me. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Lin Tingting caressed the fabric lovingly. Fang Lin and the other roommate came from ordinary families, and didn’t dare touch such an expensive dress.

“I never thought Liu Feng, who usually seems so stingy, would be so generous now.”

“No, no, my boyfriend isn’t Liu Feng anymore, that’s all in the past,” Tang Xiwei laughed and waved her hand.

“Oh? You found someone even better?”

Lin Tingting immediately caught on, her face a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

“That’s right. My boyfriend now is a top elite from the capital, a real second-generation heir—owns several companies, worth over a billion. Liu Feng, that idiot, can’t compare.”

Well, just days ago he was “dear,” now she calls him an idiot and trash.

Fang Lin felt a flicker of disgust, silently sitting down to read, refusing to look at Tang Xiwei again.

Lin Tingting and the other roommate marveled at Tang Xiwei’s luck and eye for opportunity, convinced she’d struck gold and would never have to worry again.

“Xiwei, don’t forget us in the future! Have your boyfriend introduce us to his friends—we want high-quality heirs, too!”

Tang Xiwei delighted in their flattery, feeling that her lifelong dream of joining the wealthy was finally within reach.

No, one step remained. Wen Xiu had promised that once she brought Chen Luo over, she could move into his villa and live together.

To truly marry this nobleman and change her social class, cohabitation would be the first step.

“Chen Luo, tomorrow I’ll wait for you at the mall and savor the sight of your tears!”

…

The next day, eleven o’clock.

A group of burly men, exuding a fierce aura, entered the empty shop. Their footsteps were steady, their movements uniform, their eyes flashing with a hint of menace.

They all shouted in unison toward Zhou Zheng, who sat alone in the shop’s only chair.

“Young Master Zhou! Eagle Strike Construction Team reporting! What are your orders?”