Imperial Garden, Villa No. 1, Restaurant.

"Whoosh!"

"Hey, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Seeing Chen Luo wolfing down his food, Wen Wan ladled him a bowl of soup with a look of doting affection, then rested her chin on her hands and looked at Chen Luo with a smile.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

Chen Luo took the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp, then wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"call!"

"Honey, the way you're eating makes my mouth water! How many meals have you missed? You're at least a multi-millionaire now, why are you still skimping on food?"

"Wan'er, you have no idea. During this time, I have been following your instructions and resumed my normal college life, eating in the cafeteria with my roommates."

"You know how awful the food in the cafeteria is. After a week, I really couldn't stand it anymore. Coming back here is a welcome improvement."

Wen Wan smiled wryly, thinking that Chen Luo really listened to her and directly resumed his previous lifestyle, but this compliance was a bit too strict.

It's common knowledge that the food in most university cafeterias is not very good, and some cafeterias even serve some horrifyingly bad dishes. Anyone would get tired of eating like that after a while.

"Okay, okay, you can come back for dinner in the evenings from now on."

After devouring all the food in a whirlwind, Chen Luo let out a long burp and wiped his mouth.

"Hiccup~"

I ate until I was about half full.

Wen Wan instructed Mo Lan, who was standing to the side, "Have the head chef prepare another meal."

"No, Wan'er, it's not necessary."

"You weren't full, were you? Why are you being so polite with me?"

"No, I'll have a late-night snack later."

"Haha, looks like you're really hungry."

Wen Wan grinned broadly, feeling that all her fatigue would disappear as soon as she saw Chen Luo.

"They were absolutely starving."

"Now that we're full, it's time to get down to business."

Chen Luo stood up, took Wen Wan's hand, and walked towards the spacious sofa.

Serious business?

Yes, it's been a week already, so it seems he's been thinking about it.

Wen Wan turned her head and winked at Mo Lan. Mo Lan immediately understood and waved her hand, and everyone except Mo Ye immediately evacuated the villa as quickly as possible, closing the gate behind them.

Just kidding, run!

If Premier Wen's enjoyment is spoiled, the consequences could be dire.

"Huh? Why did Mo Lan and the others leave?"

Chen Luo was looking at the closed door, wondering what was going on, when he felt a pulling force and lost his balance, falling onto the sofa.

However, he did not feel any pain because his head hit two extremely comfortable airbags, and a pleasant fragrance entered his nostrils.

Chen Luo raised his head with some difficulty, only to see Wen Wan staring at him with an ambiguous expression.

"Come on, let's get down to business."

Wen Wan cupped Chen Luo's cheeks in her hands and immediately gave him a standard French wet kiss.

Their tacit understanding allowed Chen Luo to immediately get into the mood, gently wrapping his arms around Wen Wan's waist and responding to her wet kisses.

However, when emotions were stirred, Wenwan's possessiveness and aggressiveness were awakened.

"Um!"

With a thrust of her waist, Wen Wan pinned Chen Luo beneath her, transforming their initial French kiss into a deep, aggressive one.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

The feeling of oxygen deprivation gradually rose up, and Chen Luo's hands flailing wildly. He finally managed to grab Wen Wan's cheek and, with a sudden burst of strength, ended the suffocating kiss.

"Wan'er, wait, wait! I can't breathe."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After greedily taking a few breaths of fresh air, Chen Luo felt that his brain could finally think again.

Wen Wan looked down at him with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't I say you were going to get down to business?"

"Yes, we need to get down to business."

"Isn't this the important thing?"

Wen Wan tilted her head and blinked her eyes cutely.

"Of course, that's the important thing, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"What I want to talk about is our trip home to meet my parents."

"Oh, I see."

Wen Wan released Chen Luo's hand, slowly leaned down, and lay on Chen Luo's chest, her legs slightly raised, gently rocking.

"Come on, tell me."

Chen Luo looked at Wen Wan, who was lying on his chest, her bright red lips, her breath so close to his, and the amazing softness from her waist and abdomen. He couldn't help but swallow.

Or, how about we take care of the important matter first and then talk about it?

Ah! No! This matter is more important.

"Um, Wan'er, I've already talked to my dad, and we'll go back home during winter break. But there's something I need to tell you first."

"What's up?"

Chen Luo hesitated for a moment before telling him about his mother's condition.

After hearing all this, Wen Wan's smile vanished instantly, and she climbed off Chen Luo.

"Wan'er, what's wrong?"

Wen Wan stood up and picked up her phone.

"Mo Lan, please help me book an appointment with the best neurosurgeon in Beijing. Also, please help me find out about the medical resources in New York City in this field. I need the best."

"Oh, right, send someone back to the old house and bring back Dr. Wen, the immortal doctor, and have him bring that set of magic needles."

After arranging a series of things, Wen Wan looked at Chen Luo apologetically.

“I’m sorry, honey. I’ve been focusing all my attention on you and haven’t been learning more about your parents.”

“Your mother is suffering from this illness, and I, as the future daughter-in-law of the Chen family, know nothing about it. This is very wrong of me.”

"No, Wan'er, don't blame yourself."

When Chen Luo saw the apology in Wen Wan's eyes, he felt a pang in his heart.

"Actually, we have made many efforts for this condition. Over the years, we have been to every hospital we could go to and consulted every famous doctor we could find, but the results have been minimal."

"Therefore, even if you know earlier, it doesn't really change the status quo much."

"No, let me try, maybe there's a way."

Wen Wan held Chen Luo's hand, her eyes filled with determination.

"Okay, then we'll go home as soon as winter break starts."

Upon hearing the words "go home," Wen Wan trembled slightly, stepped forward, and gently hugged Chen Luo.

"Okay, let's go home."

...

The first day of winter break, at the entrance of Hangzhou University.

A brand-new BMW sedan pulled up in front of the school gate, and a petite figure in a tight-fitting racing suit stepped out of the car.

Wearing sunglasses, Liu Hua walked confidently up to Chen Luo and Wen Wan.

"Come on, Brother Luo, Sister-in-law, your personal driver, Liu Hua, is online!"

Chen Luo's face stiffened as he stared at the "Intern" sign on the back of the BMW, which was as big as a computer screen, and stammered out his words.

"Excuse me, driver Liuhua, how long have you had your driver's license?"

"That's quite a long time, a full three months!"