Chapter 81: Preparing to Attempt to Prove the Possibility of Love Between Chen Luo and Me

An hour later, at Wenxian Resort.

Liuhua and Zhang Meng leaned against the window of the RV, gazing at the hotel that drew nearer and nearer, unable to hold back their exclamations of awe.

“Wow! Is this really a hotel? No, it looks more like a massive private estate!”

“There’s a beach right by the sea, and signs for hot springs, and yachts too—can we go onboard?”

As the two of them continued to marvel at the view, Zhou Mei, seated beside them, was immersed in her laptop, eyes fixed on a document as her fingers tapped quickly across the keyboard.

Mo Lan, standing nearby, walked over to them. “Of course you can. That’s President Wen’s private yacht. You’re welcome to board it at any time.”

“This resort is also operated by one of President Wen’s subsidiaries, so you’re all free to enjoy yourselves. Don’t worry about any expenses.”

With those words, Zhang Meng and Liuhua turned to Wen Wan, their faces alight with excitement; it was all they could do not to throw themselves at her legs and say, “Let’s be friends, you generous soul!”

Wen Wan, however, was busy feeding grapes to Chen Luo and missed the look in their eyes entirely.

“Mo Lan, would you please give everyone a rundown of today’s main events, so they can plan their day?”

“Yes, President Wen.”

Mo Lan pulled a schedule from her pocket and announced the day’s itinerary.

After checking in at ten o’clock and taking a brief rest, the first activity would begin.

The first event: a soothing soak in the hotel’s hot springs, to wash away the fatigue of yesterday.

The second: lunch, with a seafood buffet and unlimited drinks.

The third: at four in the afternoon, a yacht excursion out to sea to watch the sunset.

The final event of the evening: a fireworks show, followed by dinner, with the return trip scheduled for nine o’clock tonight.

Hearing such a rich itinerary, Liuhua and Zhang Meng’s eyes sparkled with excitement, while Zhou Mei, in contrast, showed little interest.

Given her family’s background, she had long grown bored of such activities. The only reason she’d come today was for an experiment.

The title of that experiment was at the top of the document on her screen.

Attempting to Prove the Possibility of Love Between Chen Luo and Myself

“As I expected, the schedule is fairly standard, so there’s no need to adjust my plans.”

“Soon, the first activity—the hot springs—will begin.”

Consumed with thoughts of her experiment, Zhou Mei paid no mind to the fact that Wen Wan was right beside Chen Luo, nor did she see anything wrong with attempting to win Chen Luo’s affections in front of Wen Wan.

She had never been in a relationship, having devoted herself to technology since childhood. No one had ever instilled in her any notions about romance; her mind was filled only with technical and gaming knowledge.

“Given the current situation, my feelings for Qin Luo are probably close to liking him.”

“So, the next thing I need to prove is: with my current attributes, what kind of critical event would trigger Chen Luo to fall for me?”

“There are three possible approaches, and I intend to try each of them today.”

Just as Zhou Mei finished sorting her plans, the RV pulled up in front of the hotel.

The door opened, and Wen Wan, arm in arm with Chen Luo, walked confidently into the hotel lobby.

Inside the lobby, dozens of people stood in two rows, forming a path to welcome their arrival.

“Welcome, President Wen, to our hotel! I am Xiang Qun, the general manager.”

A capable-looking middle-aged man came forward, extending his hand warmly. His expression toward Wen Wan was full of deference.

In fact, Xiang Qun had not originally been an employee of Wen Wan, but rather of Wen Xiu. However, after the fierce power struggle between Wen Wan and Wen Xiu, the Wen family patriarch had decided that all the business interests in the southeast would be handed over to Wen Wan.

As the saying goes, a new monarch brings his own ministers. With a change in leadership, one had to make a good impression—otherwise, even the general manager’s position might not be secure.

So when he received word from Wen Wan’s assistant that she would be vacationing here, Xiang Qun was truly elated. He gave careful instructions to prepare everything perfectly, cleared his schedule, and waited here in person to greet Wen Wan.

“Manager Xiang, this is my boyfriend, Chen Luo, and the rest are his friends. I’ll have to trouble you to make the arrangements today.”

“But of course, of course,” Xiang Qun replied enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together, his face all smiles.

“This is your first time at the resort, President Wen. If you have a few minutes, could I give you a brief report on the current operations? It will help with your management in the future.”

“Very well.”

It was clear Xiang Qun was eager to align himself with Wen Wan and quickly ingratiate himself with his new boss. Wen Wan nodded. She had no reason to refuse, as she was still in the midst of gradually taking over Wen Xiu’s territory and holdings, and it would take time to digest all the personnel and assets.

Personnel is politics; only by settling these relationships could she fully erase Wen Xiu’s former influence.

Spending a few minutes to win over one of Wen Xiu’s old retainers was a worthwhile investment.

“I’ll go ahead for a moment. Chen Luo, could you take care of everyone’s check-in?”

“Of course.”

Chen Luo didn’t begrudge Wen Wan for conducting business while they were supposed to be on vacation. Wen Wan had always given him maximum freedom and respect, so he naturally gave her the space and understanding she needed.

Managing such a vast business empire and market alone demanded an enormous amount of time and energy.

Chen Luo’s intention was to help her as much as possible, not to hold her back.

“All right, Liuhua, you go handle the registration. I’ll check if all the luggage has been brought down.”

Chen Luo turned and walked to the hotel entrance, heading back toward the RV. A breeze swept by, and just then a startled cry rang out.

“Oh no! My documents!”

Turning around, he saw papers scattered all over the ground, a few drifting to rest at his feet.

A girl in a white dress hurried over, kneeling down to gather the pages. Chen Luo bent down to pick up a few himself.

As he reached out, a fair hand brushed against his fingertips—a coincidence that seemed almost orchestrated.

The girl looked up, revealing a sweet, lovely face. It was Elena!

“Thank you. Oh? Aren’t you the owner of that milk tea shop, Chen Luo?”