Chapter 68: Finally Devoured, Devoured Three Times

Chen Luo gently held Wen Wan’s hand as they walked out of the villa together, leaving behind Wen Xiu, whose eyes were almost bursting with fury. The southeastern territory he had painstakingly managed for years had, in the blink of an eye, slipped from his grasp and was handed over to Wen Wan, while he himself was exiled to the barren northwest to gnaw on sand. Anyone in his place would have been enraged, but at this moment, he couldn’t even decide whom to blame.

Should he blame Wen Wan? She hadn’t even come for his territory; he was the one who had resorted to kidnapping first. Should he blame Chen Luo? This future brother-in-law was nothing but a victim, completely unaware of the situation. Should he blame his own father? He scoffed at the thought—he certainly didn’t possess the courage to defy his father as Chen Luo did.

“That’s right! It’s all because of Liu Feng and that wretched Tang Xiwei! Someone, go and bring Tang Xiwei here!”

Zhang Xiu rushed in from outside and reported, “Young Master Wen, Tang Xiwei is missing. She seems to have slipped away during the chaos.”

“Spread the word. Mobilize everyone to find her! I’ll see her sold to the lowest brothel in the city! That woman, incapable of success yet capable of causing disaster, has ruined me!”

Yet, while Wen Xiu was busy ordering his men to scour the city for Tang Xiwei, she was already in a taxi, speeding toward the train station. Seated in the back, she kept her head bowed, her long hair veiling her bruised and battered face, her eyes brimming with boundless resentment.

“Chen Luo! Chen Luo! This is all your fault! All your fault!”

“It was you who cast me down from the clouds into the abyss! My life was never meant to be like this!”

“But don’t you dare think you’ve won! Don’t think bedding the eldest Miss Wen means you’ve triumphed over me!”

“I’m done with school! I’m heading to the capital right now! I, Tang Xiwei, will find a man even greater than the eldest Miss Wen’s!”

“Then I’ll make sure you two wretched lovers die without a grave, scatter your ashes—one in the ocean, the other atop the highest mountain!”

She laughed wildly, her laughter turning into sobs. The taxi driver couldn’t help glancing at her in the rearview mirror, only to see a tear-streaked, ghostly pale face.

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An hour and a half later, Wen Wan and Chen Luo returned to the entrance of their villa in Hangzhou. Wen Wan led Chen Luo inside, then turned to Mo Lan and the assistants following behind.

“You needn’t come in tonight. Go home and rest. Be sure to inform Zhou Mei and Liu Huaming to come to the villa at ten tomorrow morning—I have matters to discuss with them.”

Mo Lan’s lips curled into a knowing smile. Sharing a glance with Number Three, she quickly agreed and signaled all the villa staff to withdraw.

“Yes, we’ll leave right away!” With that, Mo Lan and the others turned and hurried off, not daring to linger for a moment.

Once inside, Chen Luo turned to close the villa door behind them, about to head into the foyer when—

Bang! A hand landed firmly on the door. Chen Luo looked up, meeting Wen Wan’s eyes, filled half with tenderness, half with lingering fear.

“Do you know how scared you made me? I was terrified, absolutely terrified!”

“If you were gone, I would have destroyed everything in this world and followed you into the abyss.”

“From now on, you’re never allowed to leave my side, not even a step. Do you understand?”

Chen Luo stepped forward, gently wrapping his arms around Wen Wan’s slender waist, whispering softly in her ear.

“I’m all right, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you again, don’t worry, don’t worry.”

“No, this is all your fault! You made me worry so much—I deserve compensation for emotional distress!”

Before Chen Luo could respond, Wen Wan pushed him against the door. With a sharp tug, she ripped off his vest, revealing his well-toned chest and abdomen.

She threw herself into his arms, cupping his cheeks with both hands and pressing a deep, fervent kiss to his lips.

All the longing that had felt like years, all the fear and anxiety, erupted in that instant.

Their passionate French kiss lasted five minutes, leaving Chen Luo lightheaded and breathless, while awakening the deepest longing and desire within him.

He grasped Wen Wan’s thighs, lifting her up as her long legs wrapped around his waist.

She bowed her head, he raised his, and thus entwined, they kissed again.

Lost in desire, Chen Luo instinctively carried Wen Wan swiftly up the stairs to the second floor.

Bang!

He flung open the door to the Paradise Suite, rushed to the bed, and gently laid Wen Wan down.

On the bed, their lips and hands entwined, breaths growing heavy with passion, their clothes fell away, scattered to the floor.

Feeling Chen Luo’s tenderness, Wen Wan gripped his hair, a feverish smile on her face.

“At last, I’m going to devour you, my love. Come, let me…”

With a swift motion, Wen Wan pressed Chen Luo beneath her.

In a chorus of cries, body and soul became one at last.

As the gauzy red curtains swayed, the pear blossom was pressed beneath the crabapple.

With a glance, a smile, the young maiden’s eyes brimmed with enchanting allure, phoenix calls echoing endlessly.

Even the waning moon and drifting mist could not conceal the vibrant spring within.

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Red plums in bloom, mandarin ducks in pairs.

As midnight deepened, neither could bear to stop, passions entwined, their cries for mercy lost amid laughter and longing.

Let it be known—though called a gentleman and a youth, even the boldest man will bow before such a maiden.

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After their passionate union, the two drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

“Mmm!” Chen Luo opened his eyes to find Wen Wan lying naked by his side, gazing at him with eyes so full of love they seemed to melt into his soul.

“Darling, you’re awake? Last night, you were incredible.”

Chen Luo reached out, drawing Wen Wan into his arms. As they embraced, his right hand gently massaged her lower body, soothing the soreness left behind by their lovemaking.

After a while, he took her hand and gently rubbed her left ring finger, his face alight with a smile. “Wan’er, once I graduate, let’s get married. Will you?”

“Yes, husband!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Wen Wan agreed.

There was no ring, no bridal price, no formal engagement, no witnesses—yet their promise of marriage was made.

Wen Wan felt no lack of solemnity or formality; as long as she could be with Chen Luo, even begging on the streets tomorrow would be happiness enough.

They lingered in each other’s arms until nearly ten o’clock.

“Husband, I’ve invited some people over today. Go down and greet them for me. I’ll get changed and come down soon.”

“All right, I’ll go now.”

Chen Luo didn’t think much of whom Wen Wan had invited. He dressed, opened the door, and headed downstairs, massaging his waist as he went.

After making love three times the night before, his waist ached terribly, and he couldn’t help mumbling to himself as he descended.

“Ah, it really was my first time—I was too rough last night.”

“My waist can hardly take three times. I’ll need to exercise more if I want to keep Wan’er satisfied in the future.”

Crack! A sharp sound came from nearby, and Chen Luo turned toward it.

“Brother Luo! Oh no, you’ve been devoured by the Demon Queen after all! And three times, at that! Heaven help us!”