Chapter 80: The Ruthless Tycoon—A Three-Million-Dollar RV, Gifted Without a Second Thought

Early the next morning, at the entrance of the Imperial Mansion residential complex.

“Liuhua, are you sure it’s appropriate for us to join in on this outing?” Zhang Meng, standing uneasily by the gates, looked distinctly out of place. Dressed in simple denim shorts and a white T-shirt, glasses perched on her nose, she exuded a youthful, scholarly innocence. Gazing up at the extravagantly ornate gates of this affluent villa district, she couldn’t help but feel worlds apart from the people who lived within.

“Don’t be so nervous,” Liuhua replied, her tone light. “We’re just tagging along behind them, visiting a few seaside spots. It’s nothing more than a little outing, like when we went on school trips as kids.” She wore a flowing dress the color of the sea, her easygoing manner making it all seem like no big deal.

“The main team wants a break, so we minor characters are getting a chance to cool off too. Just treat ourselves as a bit of extra company,” Zhou Mei said, stepping forward. Draped in a black dress and sheltered by a sunhat, she gave Zhang Meng a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Zhang Meng turned to her instantly, brimming with admiration.

“Alright! I’ll do as you say, Master!” she replied eagerly. Previously, in hopes that Zhang Meng could pick up more technical and operational skills, Chen Luo had shared Zhou Mei’s contact information with her. To everyone’s surprise, Zhang Meng was so impressed after meeting Zhou Mei that she insisted on becoming her disciple. Zhou Mei, seeing it as a favor arranged by Chen Luo, accepted her readily and even got involved in Chen Luo’s video projects.

“Zhang Meng, remember to upload the video to all platforms tonight. It’s important, don’t miss it.”

“Yes, Master. I’ve already scheduled the uploads. It’ll go live across all platforms after midnight. I’ll double-check everything then.”

“Good.” Zhou Mei nodded, satisfied with her unexpectedly capable protégé—perhaps one day she’d become a reliable assistant.

As they chatted, a massive vehicle, reminiscent of a luxury coach, pulled up before them. It only resembled a bus in shape, for its futuristic design was far beyond ordinary. The body was matte red, and as the doors opened, a staircase extended smoothly to the pavement.

Zhou Mei examined the vehicle closely, her voice tinged with awe. “A Newell RV. With modifications like this, it must have cost at least three million dollars.”

“Isn’t this a bit much just for a seaside holiday?” someone murmured.

“What? How much did you say?” Liuhua and Zhang Meng were dumbfounded. Was this really an RV worth three million dollars?

“Zhou Mei, Liuhua, Zhang Meng—come on up, we’re about to set off,” Chen Luo called, stepping down from the RV and waving at them.

Zhou Mei nudged the two girls, still in shock, up the steps. Chen Luo, noticing something odd, glanced outside before turning to Zhou Mei.

“By the way, Senior Zhou Mei, where’s Senior Zhou Zheng? Didn’t he say he was coming today?”

“My brother asked me to let you know that another company has suddenly started pushing hard on a food delivery app project,” she replied. “He’s worried they might beat us to the punch, so he’s gone off with his team to handle the situation.”

Chen Luo frowned. Had someone noticed their plan to overtake the competition? But that didn’t make sense—their progress was only known to a handful of people. Before he could ponder further, a chorus of amazement erupted inside.

“Wow! This isn’t a vehicle—it’s a villa on wheels!”

Liuhua and Zhang Meng’s eyes darted everywhere, dazzled by the RV’s amenities. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a dining area, beds, sofas, and even a fireplace!

Wen Wan, who had been engrossed in her laptop, stood up and welcomed them to the sofa. “Please, have a seat. To make everyone’s journey more comfortable, we didn’t use any of the family cars. We bought this RV just yesterday, under Chen Luo’s name. It’ll be convenient for future team outings—no need to rent a car.”

Her tone was casual, as if she were gifting a toy car rather than a luxurious RV, with not a hint of self-congratulation or flattery—it simply seemed the natural thing to do.

“But this is a luxury RV! You bought it just for team-building? Isn’t that a bit extravagant?” Zhang Meng said, still struggling to accept the generosity. Three million dollars could buy a villa in Hangcheng—yet here it was, handed over without a second thought.

Liuhua was more direct, grabbing Wen Wan’s hand. “Sister-in-law, if I get my driver’s license, will you get me a car too?”

Wen Wan smiled, gently patting Liuhua’s hand. “Of course. As soon as you boost the milk tea shop’s sales by thirty percent, I’ll get you a BMW X5—and you can pick your favorite anime decal for it. How’s that?”

“Deal! You’re the best, sister-in-law!” Liuhua cheered.

Standing aside, Zhang Meng caught the deeper meaning behind Wen Wan’s words. For Chen Luo, Wen Wan gave without hesitation, no matter the cost. For others, there were always conditions attached—a classic business mindset. Take the BMW X5, for example: if Liuhua did achieve the sales target, the extra profit would easily cover the car’s cost.

This was the perfect example of “the wool comes from the sheep’s back.” In contrast, the RV for Chen Luo came without so much as a single string attached, simply for his convenience. In Wen Wan’s eyes, Chen Luo was the exception to every rule, someone who existed outside her usual calculations. No price was too high, no exchange required—so long as it made him happy, it was worth it.

This was no mere infatuation; it bordered on devotion.

“But if you do the math, isn’t a BMW X5 a bit much even for that kind of profit? Does Wen Wan feel that close to Liuhua too?” Zhang Meng mused. Zhou Mei, catching her look, sidled up to explain.

“You’re still too young. Wen Wan never does anything at a loss. The extra tens of thousands are just to lock Liuhua into the role of ‘little sister’—a subtle way of saying, ‘I’ll buy you a car, but as my sister-in-law, you shouldn’t hope for anything more with Chen Luo.’”

Zhang Meng stared at Wen Wan in astonishment, inwardly applauding. President Wen truly played her cards with masterful subtlety!

Meanwhile, Chen Luo watched Liuhua fawn over Wen Wan and couldn’t help but chop her lightly on the head, then pulled Wen Wan into his arms.

“Alright, enough—give your sister-in-law back. Let’s get going.”

Liuhua clutched her head and whined to Wen Wan, “Sister-in-law! My brother bullied me again. You have to stand up for me!”

Wen Wan stifled a laugh behind her hand. “Liuhua, there’s nothing I can do. Your brother makes the rules at home.”

“Sister-in-law, how could you!” Liuhua pouted.

Everyone burst into laughter as the RV glided smoothly toward the resort. Not far behind, a business van followed; inside, Yelena’s eyes were fixed intently on the RV ahead.

“Chen Luo, are you ready for a chance encounter?”