Chapter 57 Long Calls in the Sickly Lover Mode!

Half past nine in the evening, Hangzhou University sports field.

“Brother Luo, you really seem like a different person.”

After bidding farewell to Hongye, Zhou Zheng, and the others, Chen Luo walked alongside Liuhua on the university track. The events of the past few days had left a profound impact on Liuhua; whether it was Zhou Zheng or Hongye, both appeared to her as elite figures—certainly not ordinary people. Yet, in front of Chen Luo, they behaved like students, often showing expressions of conviction, even reverence.

Moreover, whenever Chen Luo discussed serious matters, he displayed a maturity and wisdom uncharacteristic for his age. These changes unsettled Liuhua, who still remembered him as a somewhat stubborn, emotional youth.

“Is that so? Maybe. Perhaps I’ve grown after experiencing so much lately.”

I can’t tell you I’ve been reborn, can I? This girl is perceptive; best to brush it off.

Suddenly, Liuhua halted, her footsteps echoing softly. The recent events had indeed made Brother Luo grow.

Yes, so much had happened lately, and almost all of it began after he met Wen Wan. First, Brother Luo stopped being a sycophant, then he became class president, and soon after, he started a milk tea shop.

All these changes were tied to Wen Wan. In other words, it was Wen Wan who, in just a few days, had transformed Brother Luo.

Liuhua lowered her head slightly, her short hair covering her brows and eyes, concealing her expression.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

“Brother Luo, I just realized that all these changes started after you met your wife, didn’t they?”

Liuhua tilted her face to look at Chen Luo.

“Yes, it has a lot to do with Wen Wan.”

“You two are really fortunate...”

Liuhua covered her mouth, keeping her head down so Chen Luo wouldn’t see her face.

“I want to go for a run, Brother Luo. You head back first.”

With those words, Liuhua broke into a jog around the track.

“Huff… huff…”

With each breath, tears fell onto the field.

She understood now—she truly had no chance.

She had always been shielded by Brother Luo, while Wen Wan was the woman who could help him grow.

How could a healer, always supporting the hero from behind, ever compare to the demon king who could help the hero vanquish all foes?

They were destined to walk a much farther road than she ever could.

My Brother Luo, the one who grew up with me, is no longer someone I have even the slightest possibility with.

“Oh, Brother Luo! I was here first!”

Chen Luo watched Liuhua running off into the distance, feeling somewhat puzzled, but he didn’t dwell on it.

Her words had reminded him: Wen Wan had been away for days, and he hadn’t once called her himself.

He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and realized he’d always saved Wen Wan’s name under her real name.

“If she sees this, will she be angry?”

He chuckled, opened the editing screen, and changed her name.

“A Sickly Beautiful Wife, Wen Wan.”

“Hmm, maybe a bit too much.”

“Bah! I’m fifty years old if you count both lifetimes—what’s a little over-the-top?”

He confidently changed the contact name, then dialed Wen Wan.

Ring… ring… ring…

“Is it too late? Am I disturbing her?”

“Hello.”

“Hello, Monk’s Meat.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, it’s my darling Chen Luo. Sorry, that’s just the caller ID reminder.”

“Wait, why did you save my name as that?”

“No reason, I’ve always wanted to eat you up, so I set it that way.”

“Uh, alright.”

As expected, still her characteristic possessive tone. As long as she’s happy.

He could hear keyboard typing in the background; Chen Luo frowned.

“Working overtime this late? Aren’t you exhausted? If you can, slow down and get some rest.”

Wen Wan paused her typing, placed the phone on the desk, and turned on speaker.

Mo Lan, beside her, immediately caught on and urged all the others working nearby to head home—no one could disturb Wen Wan and Chen Luo’s phone call.

As for herself, she was the personal assistant and absolutely couldn’t leave! She had to listen to every word exchanged! It was definitely for Wen Wan’s health, not for indulging her taste for their romance!

“Yes, I’m not done yet. What’s wrong, my precious, are you worried about me?”

Wen Wan’s lips curled with playful mischief. It was rare for Chen Luo to call on his own, so she had to tease him a little.

“Yes, seeing you work so hard pains me.”

“Just wait—when I make enough money, you can rest at home, and I’ll take care of you!”

Hearing those words, Wen Wan felt all desire to tease melt away, replaced by warmth. She had fought alone for so many years, her hardship and loneliness unknown to others, always longing for someone to rely on.

Chen Luo’s words struck the deepest chord in her heart.

“You little rascal, you really know how to make someone happy. But I am truly happy.”

“As long as you’re happy. If you’ll listen and go to sleep, I’ll keep saying it.”

Chen Luo was eager to coax her to bed; prolonged work at high intensity would take its toll.

“You said it yourself! Then say it a hundred times: ‘My dear Queen, I miss you so much!’”

In high spirits, Wen Wan couldn’t help but joke. She knew Chen Luo was on the track—if he shouted that, it would be social suicide.

“My dear Queen, I miss you!”

“My dear Queen, I really miss you!”

“My dear Queen, I miss you so much I could burst!”

Chen Luo’s calls echoed across the Hangzhou University sports field, drawing curious glances from all around.

And each declaration of longing rang in Wen Wan’s ears, the weariness on her face replaced by the loveliest smile.

“You little devil, you really make me happy.”

…

Late at night, outside the University City police station.

Tang Xiwei slowly walked out the station doors, her face desolate, eyes vacant, her clothes covered in dust.

A black business van slowly pulled up in front of her.

“Miss Tang, Young Master Wen sent me to pick you up. Please cooperate with us to take down Chen Luo.”