"Sister, are you alright?"
Who is it? Who is speaking? Could it be one of those thugs again?
In her desperation, Wen Wan mustered her last bit of strength and struggled to stand up as her consciousness began to fade, the dagger in her hand pressed against the neck of that small figure.
"You were sent by those bad guys?"
"Sister, I am a child from this village. My father is a policeman. I am not a bad person."
Hearing that childish voice, and finally seeing that delicate and pretty face in the light of the flashlight, Wen Wan thought that no matter what, the criminals would not hire a child as an accomplice, right?
Thinking this, Wenwan felt a sense of relief. She slowly lowered the dagger in her hand, and finally exhausted her last bit of strength. Her legs gave way and she collapsed into the arms of the boy in front of her.
"There are bad guys behind me, help me!"
After saying her last words, Wen Wan fainted completely, and the boy held her, somewhat at a loss.
"Are there bad guys behind me?" The boy mustered his courage and shone his flashlight on the mountain behind him, feeling a little scared. What if bad guys rushed down at this moment?
Despite feeling a little scared, Wen Wan looked down at her wounded body and tattered clothes, and her eyes gradually changed from panic to determination.
“My father said that when you see someone in danger, you can’t stand idly by; you have to help when the time comes.”
"Sister, come on, I'll take you home to hide."
The boy struggled to carry Wenwan, who was half a head taller than him, on his back and walked towards his home.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Wan slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a slowly rotating ceiling fan, and soft incandescent light illuminating the entire room.
He slowly sat up from a wooden sofa and looked around. It was an ordinary rural house, which looked to be only about 60 square meters.
This house wasn't even as big as her room in Beijing, but it gave her an incredible sense of security. As long as she didn't go out, the criminals shouldn't be able to find her for the time being in this ordinary house.
"Huh? What are these clothes? Who changed my clothes?"
Wen Wan lowered her head. Her tattered dress was gone, replaced by a long white short shirt. Although the shirt was thin, it gave off a faint warmth.
The wounds on my body were covered with mercurochrome, and some wounds were covered with bandages.
"Snap! Snap!"
Following the sound, I saw a small figure standing in front of the stove in the kitchen, wearing only a pink apron, stirring something with a spatula in her hand.
Just as he was about to turn around to get the salt shaker, he saw Wen Wan standing behind him.
"Sister, this is my home, it's very safe."
"I just changed your clothes. I hope you don't mind. Your wounds could get infected if not treated promptly, so I disinfected them all."
"Please wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."
A sunny smile appeared on that innocent face, like a ray of sunshine shining through a long, gloomy winter day, calming Wenwan's previously uneasy and fearful heart.
Perhaps it was because of the shock and despair I had experienced in the past few days that I desperately wanted even the slightest sense of security.
Wen Wan stepped forward and hugged the boy from behind, even though she was half a head taller than him. She reached out and hugged the boy's chest.
The boy gently patted the back of her hand with his left hand, his tone soft yet firm.
"Sister, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will protect you."
"My name is Wen Wan. What's your name?"
"My name is Chen Luo, Chen as in aged vinegar, and Luo as in Luoyang."
...
Emperor Garden, Villa No. 1.
"Grunt, grunt!"
"Delicious! So delicious!"
At this moment, Chen Luo's facial muscles were at a loss for what expression to make, and he could only stare blankly as Wen Wan ate the fried rice on the plate without any regard for her image.
No, you're the heiress of a chaebol family. What about your image? What about your image?
"Cough cough!" Perhaps she ate too fast, Wen Wan choked and patted her chest hard, her breasts instantly surging.
Chen Luo stared wide-eyed, but still quickly poured a glass of juice and handed it to Wen Wan.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
"Anyone who dares to steal it, I'll kill them!" Wen Wan finished her juice, then tightly guarded the plate of fried rice with both hands, looking wary like a wild beast protecting its food.
"Okay, okay, you eat, and I'll continue cooking after you finish."
Chen Luo was about to turn around when Wen Wan grabbed his hand. Caught off guard, Chen Luo was pulled back and sat down on Wen Wan's lap.
She wrapped her gentle hands around his waist and whispered happily in his ear.
"Ten years ago, that bowl of fried rice was the most delicious food I had ever eaten."
"I made up my mind then and there that I would take you home to be my child husband, and have you cook for me for the rest of my life, no, for all eternity!"
Although it was a joke, Chen Luo felt a pang of heartache from it.
Anyone else who experienced what Wenwan went through back then would probably have collapsed long ago.
He gently kissed her forehead and reached out to hug her tightly.
The two remained silent, embracing each other quietly, savoring the tenderness that brought them warmth and peace of mind.
...
Ningcheng is 100 kilometers west of Hangzhou.
This is the second largest city in southern Zhejiang Province, and its economy is extremely developed, with the catering and service industries being the most developed sectors.
Ningcheng is best known for the Wenhua Hotel, which is known as the gentle haven of the South and is also the headquarters of Wen Xiu, the fifth son of the Wen family.
"Young Master Wen, you're amazing! I felt like I was about to ascend to heaven just now."
A woman with a voluptuous figure and an innocent face clung to Wen Xiu like an octopus, her alluring eyes and coquettish voice igniting a fire in Wen Xiu's lower abdomen once again.
After being driven out of Hangzhou by Wen Wan, he retreated to Ningcheng to recover his strength.
Losing all his businesses in Hangzhou was a devastating blow to him, and he was naturally unwilling to swallow this bitter pill. However, he had no choice but to accept that he was not confident of winning against Wen Wan.
"That crazy woman! I'll make her pay one day."
The thought of Wen Wan filled Wen Xiu with rage. She thought about going back to the capital to contact her third brother, Wen Min, who had always been her ally, to see if they could join forces to make Wen Wan suffer a great loss.
Still seething with anger, Wen Xiu pulled the woman on top of her close and pinned her down, ready to vent her frustration, when the phone rang.
Upon seeing the incoming call notification, Wen Xiu immediately jumped up.
"Third Brother? Is there something important that you're calling in the middle of the night?"
He got up from the woman, answered the phone, and before he could exchange a few pleasantries, he heard Wen Min's very anxious voice.
"Fifth brother! Something terrible has happened! Quickly go to Hangzhou and find a college student named Chen Luo for me!"
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