Chapter 69 You have already consumed Chen Luo, yet you still seek to destroy our spirits!

Chen Luo turned his head and saw Liuhua and Zhou Mei sitting on a set of sofas to the left of the living room. Mo Lan was pouring tea for them, but she too had frozen in place, letting the tea overflow from the cup.

“Brother Luo! Boo hoo! Have you been drained? Your face is so pale!” Liuhua hurried over to Chen Luo in a few quick steps, her eyes brimming with tears, stomping her feet anxiously. “The Demon Queen went too far! Even if she’s collecting vital energy, she can’t be this ruthless!”

Thump!

Chen Luo raised his hand and chopped down on Liuhua’s head. “Stop talking nonsense! Watch less of those adult cartoons! Didn’t I tell you to stop staring at Thunderfire Sword all day? Look at the garbage you’ve filled your head with! You’re going to lead others astray, you know!”

“Boo hoo!” Liuhua clutched her head and wailed, looking up. “Our hero has been seduced and corrupted by the Demon Queen’s beauty, and now he’s turning against his companions of justice!”

Chen Luo’s face darkened, and he landed another chop. “If you keep talking rubbish, I’ll confiscate all those figurines you have at home!”

While the two of them were bickering, not far away Zhou Mei was watching Chen Luo, her right forefinger and thumb pinching her chin as she pondered. “Hmm, is there really that much interest in matters between men and women?” she mused. “Seeing Chen Luo’s satisfied expression, it seems this greatly fulfills a man’s physical needs. And if he can manage three times in one night, his physical condition must be excellent.”

With that thought, Zhou Mei’s gaze swept up and down Chen Luo’s physique. “His proportions are ideal, his body shape and body fat percentage are above average for men, and his stamina doesn’t seem lacking. Looks like the theories I’ve studied are correct, but I won’t know for sure without practice. I’ll have to review more introductory materials from Japan, and find a time to spar with Chen Luo.”

As she was thinking this, she stepped forward to make her proposal. “Junior Chen Luo, which evening do you have free in the coming days?”

“Huh? Free?” Chen Luo was entirely baffled. I’m not an actor, why is she asking about my schedule?

“Sorry, but every evening in Chen Luo’s schedule belongs to me.” The others looked up and saw Wen Wan descending the stairs, wearing nothing but a white shirt on top and a pair of shorts underneath. The shirt looked a little too large for her—clearly, it wasn’t her own clothing.

“Huh? Wan’er, why are you wearing my shirt?” Wen Wan walked up to Chen Luo, completely ignoring the looks from Liuhua and Zhou Mei, and turned in front of him. “Well? How do I look?”

“You look great! Wearing that, you’re both sexy and exuding a lazy charm—absolutely irresistible.”

Hearing Chen Luo’s sincere and reasoned praise, Wen Wan nodded in satisfaction. She took Chen Luo’s hands in hers and nestled close to him like a gentle bird, then turned her head and raised her brows at Liuhua and Zhou Mei. “Chen Luo has already slept with me. We just got up together, and I’m wearing his clothes. So you two can stop dreaming about him.”

Zhou Mei, with a perfectly straight face, voiced the subtext she had picked up from Wen Wan’s hints. “My word! Can’t you, the science girl, stop reading out the Demon Queen’s internal monologue? You’re making us look like fools!” Liuhua looked at Zhou Mei with an expression full of exasperation. I can see you like Brother Luo too, but can’t you be a little more self-aware as a love rival? You traitor! This woman is making her claim on Brother Luo, showing us she’s already won him over, and now she’s wearing his clothes just to crush us! Idiot!

“All right, take a seat. I really did call you here today for something important.” With a wave of her hand, Wen Wan’s aura shifted again—gone was the gentle, dependent girlfriend, and in her place stood the decisive and commanding business magnate, as if the transformation took no more than a second.

Damn you, Demon Queen! Enough already! What are you, exactly? Even a Gundam can’t shift modes this fast!

Though Liuhua grumbled inwardly, she sat obediently on the sofa with Zhou Mei.

At this moment, Mo Lan stepped forward with two sets of contracts—one for Liuhua and two for Zhou Mei. “Liuhua, this is the equity contract for the milk tea shop. Sign here, and you’ll be in charge of operations once it opens. Chen Luo will provide ideas and creativity. Zhou Mei, the first is the partnership agreement for the food delivery app, including the division of shares between Chen Luo and your Zhou family. The second is a five-year cooperation agreement between my Wan Yu Restaurant Group and your Zhou Family Restaurant Group. You can take that home for your father’s signature.”

“This is my way of expressing gratitude to your Zhou family. I hope you’ll accept it.” With a few simple words, Wen Wan had arranged the share distribution for Chen Luo’s two main business ventures. Of course, this was exactly what Chen Luo had discussed with her over the phone—she had made no changes. As his partner, Wen Wan didn’t want to be too overbearing, but rather to show Chen Luo respect and care, being as gentle and accommodating as possible. After all, Wen Wan herself had no experience in love; she only knew she wanted to cherish all of Chen Luo.

Liuhua took the contract, didn’t bother to flip through it, and signed right away. “No need to check—I trust Brother Luo and my sister-in-law. You would never trick me!” She deliberately emphasized the words “sister-in-law,” grinding her teeth in annoyance, but still didn’t refuse this arrangement. At least she could help Chen Luo with the milk tea shop, rather than being left with nothing.

Wen Wan turned to Zhou Mei, who stood up and bowed to her. “Thank you, President Wen, for giving our Zhou family this opportunity. I’ll deliver both contracts to my father today and give you an answer by tomorrow.”

Such calm in the face of a windfall—she truly was a daughter of the Zhou family.

“In the future, I hope you both will lend Chen Luo a helping hand—I’m counting on you.” There was a hint of entreaty in Wen Wan’s tone. Though she could have simply assigned her own people to assist Chen Luo, since he wanted to build his own enterprise, he deserved his own team. The only issue was that this team consisted entirely of women—and not just any women, but beautiful ones. This left her feeling vaguely uneasy, and she knew she would have to put an end to any of their designs on Chen Luo. If that was the case, now was the time to assert her authority and stake her claim.

With a smile, Wen Wan glanced at Chen Luo. “Darling, it’s almost noon. Why not have everyone stay for lunch? Mo Lan, call Zhou Zheng over too—let’s all enjoy a good meal together! Today I specially asked the kitchen to make you garlic oysters and ribs stewed with epimedium, so you can really replenish yourself.”

With that, Wen Wan gave Liuhua and Zhou Mei a sly, fox-like look. “Come now, Liuhua, Zhou Mei, if there’s anything you’d like to eat, just let me know.”