Chapter 87: The Experiment Failed, and I Was Force-Fed a Mouthful of Dog Food

Hearing the faint voices coming from the adjacent room, Elena hurriedly struggled, quickly pulling away Zhou Mei’s hand and lowering her own voice.

“Hey! Let go of me! We can’t stoop to such a lowly act as eavesdropping at the wall—let’s get out of here!”

Zhou Mei, however, remained composed, keeping Elena pinned against the wall in a classic wall-slam pose.

“Quiet! I can’t hear anything!”

“Based on the source of the sound, this is the only spot where we can vaguely catch their conversation.”

“They’re discussing body shapes right now—this is the perfect chance to get Chen Luo’s opinion and data about physique, isn’t it?”

“If he gives a clear conclusion, we won’t even need to do any further comparison!”

Zhou Mei looked thoroughly serious and scholarly, leaving Elena speechless.

The couple next door were obviously enjoying their own romantic moment—why should they be listening in on someone else’s intimate affair?

But she was surprised at Wen Wan’s openness—she was playing so boldly with her young boyfriend right here? Was she really that desperate, or was Chen Luo especially skilled in that regard?

Curiosity piqued, Elena pressed her ear to the wall, quietly listening to the conversation from the next room.

…

Inside the VIP hot spring suite, Chen Luo sat in a corner of the spring, while Wen Wan stood before him, completely unadorned.

“Darling, how’s my figure? Is it getting a bit out of shape?” Wen Wan looked at the slight bulge on her stomach, a little frustrated.

Lately, she had been busy with online education and taking over Wen Xiu’s sphere of influence, working late every day, eating more than usual with irregular meals, and her weight had gone up by over three pounds.

Chen Luo smiled, pulled Wen Wan’s hand, and drew her into his arms, gently kneading her stomach.

“No, I didn’t notice any extra weight at all. My wife has always had a light figure and a sexy silhouette.”

Flattery may not win everything, but Chen Luo’s words brought a radiant smile to Wen Wan’s face. She nestled against him, gently nudging his neck with her chin.

“I don’t believe you. The girls around you all have amazing figures.”

“Look at Liu Hua—even I envy her bust size.”

“And Zhou Mei, with that queenly face and petite body—how many people are captivated by her?”

“And then there was Tang Xiwei. Her bust wasn’t large, but the rest of her figure was perfectly proportioned.”

At this point, Wen Wan lightly punched Chen Luo’s chest.

“If I don’t keep my figure, and you get lured away by some temptress, who will I complain to?”

Upon hearing Tang Xiwei’s name, Chen Luo frowned.

“Darling, let’s not mention that disgusting woman Tang Xiwei. Just hearing her name makes me nauseous.”

That venomous woman had vanished after Wen Xiu’s exile—she never returned to school or the dormitory, nor did she go home. No one could reach her, and her whereabouts were unknown. The only thing known was that she had applied for a one-month leave from the academic office for reasons nobody understood.

“Alright, alright, I won’t mention her again. I promise.”

Seeing Chen Luo’s reaction, Wen Wan knew she had said the wrong thing. Tang Xiwei, that manipulative schemer, must have hurt Chen Luo deeply, leaving him with a profound sense of disgust.

“But you can’t deny the others, right? And today, Elena’s figure was really impressive—I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

Hearing her own name mentioned, Elena next door nearly cried out, terrified that Wen Wan had discovered their eavesdropping.

Zhou Mei quickly pressed her hand over Elena’s mouth, preventing any sound and risk of discovery.

By now, both of them had unconsciously pressed their heads against the wall, fully absorbed in their clandestine listening. Luckily, the hot spring was empty; otherwise, someone would have called the police—where did these two female hooligans come from, and what were they doing?

…

Back in the hot spring suite, Chen Luo didn’t answer right away but instead held Wen Wan tighter.

Wen Wan slowly savored the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breathing close to her ear.

Chen Luo’s hands gently rested on her abdomen, his gaze full of tender affection.

“Wan’er, you shouldn’t say such things—if those models who work so hard to maintain their figures heard this, they’d all commit collective suicide.”

“Keep these words just between us—let the supermodels have a little peace.”

“Haha.” Wen Wan was amused by Chen Luo, reaching out to tug playfully at his cheek.

“You little rascal, you’re just trying to sweet-talk me. But someday, I’ll grow old, my figure will become plump, and my face will be covered in wrinkles.”

“Then there will be many young girls, as young, beautiful, and alluring as Zhou Mei and Elena.”

As she spoke, Wen Wan’s body trembled slightly.

Deep down, Wen Wan always lacked a sense of security, afraid that Chen Luo might leave her—even a tiny likelihood was something she could never accept.

“Yes, they’re beautiful, they’re young, and perhaps some might even be more attractive than you.”

Wen Wan slowly lifted her head, and at that moment, a gentle kiss landed on her forehead, accompanied by a low, steady voice.

“In my eyes, they’re no different from painted skeletons.”

“Beauty without emotion means nothing to me—I have no interest in admiring it.”

Chen Luo wrapped his arm around Wen Wan’s waist, letting her sit on his lap, his right hand lightly caressing her stomach.

“Wan’er, if you gain weight, I’ll eat myself into a big fat man.”

“If you grow old, I’ll be your walking stick and your eyes, and we’ll drink wine together and talk about the days.”

“After a hundred years, if you go before me, after settling our children, I’ll follow you right away.”

“In the end, we’ll both become two handfuls of earth eternally buried together, fused into one.”

“So, what does figure really matter?”

He lifted his hand and gently touched her lips.

“From now on, don’t say such things again—or I’ll get angry.”

“And don’t use this as an excuse to diet—you must eat well and keep your meals regular; lately you’ve been eating too irregularly.”

“Don’t worry about your figure—no matter what, even if you become as plump as a sow, you’ll still be more beautiful than a fairy in my eyes.”

Chen Luo’s words melted into Wen Wan’s heart like honey, turning her fear and insecurity instantly into sweetness and joy.

“Fine! How dare you call me a sow? You deserve a beating!”

“I never said that—you’re framing me!”

The two laughed and played in the hot spring, their cheerful voices drifting into the next room. Elena looked at Zhou Mei and couldn’t help but complain.

“See? All that fuss for nothing—Chen Luo doesn’t care about figure at all.”

To be honest, Chen Luo’s heartfelt words moved Elena as well.

This university student, not yet twenty, truly loved Wen Wan—and even more deeply than she had imagined.

Really, they hadn’t gathered any intelligence, but instead got a full dose of public affection—how frustrating.

“Hey! The experiment’s over, Zhou Mei, let go of me!”

“Who said the experiment’s over? The body compatibility test was just phase one—there’s a second phase!”

“Huh? What’s phase two?”

“Phase two: lifestyle compatibility test begins!”

“Come on, Miss Tsundere! Let’s go join everyone for dinner!”