"Would you like to eat first, take a shower first, or eat me first?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Luo nearly stopped in his tracks. He looked at Wen Wan again and felt a slight burning sensation in his nose.
The thin dress was clearly a nightgown; Wenwan was used to wearing nothing underneath, revealing her shapely curves.
The pink apron and the dangerous hairstyle created a stark contrast to her usual gentle and mature image.
A virtuous and kind-hearted, yet possessive, chaebol heir?
Isn't this character design too complicated?
However, this mature and virtuous style of a woman who stays at home really caught Chen Luo's eye.
To be honest, almost every man hopes that when he gets off work, a virtuous and loving wife will be waiting for him. It's a very warm and happy feeling in a family.
"Wan'er, what's wrong?"
Wen Wan took Chen Luo's hand and took the briefcase from him.
“You’ve been working too hard lately. I want you to be able to relax and rest better when you get home.”
As she spoke, Wen Wan reached out and helped Chen Luo take off his tie and suit, placing them on a shelf to the side.
"It's okay, I can do it myself. I'm not used to you doing this, you should..."
Perhaps he was used to seeing Wen Wan's usual strong personality, and now that she was acting like a virtuous wife, he found it hard to adjust.
"Chirp!"
Before he could continue speaking, Wen Wan gently pecked him on the cheek.
"Alright, relax. Today, when you get home, you only have one responsibility: to rest. Leave everything else to me."
"I've given all the servants and butlers the day off. It's just you and me in the villa today."
As she spoke, Wen Wan squatted down, untied Chen Luo's shoelaces, and handed him a pair of slippers.
"Here, put them on."
Chen Luo was still a little uncomfortable and awkwardly put on the slippers.
"No, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Why don't you go back to how you were before?"
"Wan'er, what's wrong with you today? Did you hear some unreliable advice again?"
"No, it's just that today I want to be your virtuous and gentle little wife for one day only."
With a stubborn look on her face, Wen Wan reached out and pulled Chen Luo towards the hall.
Reaching the sofa, Wen Wan placed her hands on Chen Luo's shoulders and pushed him down onto the sofa. She then took her phone from Chen Luo's briefcase and handed it to him.
"Come on, pick up the game and play, pick up your phone and watch videos. I'll go cook now, it'll be ready soon."
Chen Luo stared at his phone, feeling somewhat lost. He felt that instead of relaxing, he was becoming even more nervous.
Hmm? Wan'er is going to cook? Does she know how to cook?
Chen Luo realized something was wrong and immediately looked towards the kitchen.
"ah!"
A soft scream came from the kitchen, and Chen Luo rushed over.
Pushing open the kitchen door, I saw fish being fried in a pan. The fish was a bit black, and hot oil was splattering everywhere. I saw Wen Wan covering her hand, looking pained, clearly burned by the hot oil.
"Wan'er, get out of the way!"
Chen Luo immediately rushed over, turned off the fire, put the lid on the pot, then took Wen Wan's hand and quickly turned on the tap to rinse her hand with clean water.
The cool water on her hands lessened the burning sensation. Wen Wan looked up and met Chen Luo's distressed gaze.
Chen Luo pulled Wen Wan's hand over, gently rubbing it with his thumb while softly breathing on it.
"Baby, I'm so sorry."
"I was supposed to cook dinner for you, but I messed up the first dish."
As if she had thought of something, Wen Wan paused.
“I heard from Hongye that what husbands want to see most when they come home after a long day of work is a warm wife and a hot meal.”
"I was thinking that you've been really tired lately, and I wanted to help you recover."
"I didn't expect that I still didn't do a good job, and I still couldn't make you relax completely."
Upon hearing this, Chen Luo felt a surge of emotion and opened his arms, pulling Wen Wan into his embrace.
"I feel very relaxed and healed. I like it very much. Thank you."
The young lady of a top family and the ruthless CEO of a conglomerate went to such lengths to make him feel at ease, even going so far as to try to please him in every way.
She was doing housework she wasn't good at normally, and taking care of people in ways she had never done before. She really didn't have to do all this.
Despite her stiff movements, despite her lack of coordination, and despite the fact that she really can't cook,
But the desire to care for oneself cannot be faked. Simply having such a heart warmed Chen Luo's heart.
"Honey, I really don't want you to be too tired."
Wen Wan reached out and hugged Chen Luo from behind. The two embraced simply, feeling each other's heartbeats, and whispered in each other's ears.
"I know, I know."
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Luo's stomach rumbled.
Wen Wan quickly let go of Chen Luo and turned around to pick up the spatula again.
"It's so late, you must be hungry. I'll cook some vegetables right away."
This time, Chen Luo did not refuse. He simply stepped forward, took the spatula, and took out a few pieces of tofu from the refrigerator.
"Since we have some time today, come on, I'll teach you how to stir-fry tofu."
Wen Wan nodded and hugged Chen Luo from behind with a smile, placing one hand on his abs and the other on his chest, touching them occasionally.
"Is this how you learn to cook?"
"Huh? Someone said you can't learn to cook like this?"
Wen Wan looked completely innocent, blinking her big eyes.
Chen Luo turned around and saw her expression, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Are you trying to take advantage of me or do you want to take advantage of me?
Okay, whatever, as long as she doesn't get hurt.
"Alright, let's begin Teacher Chen's cooking class. Let's start by adding oil."
"Huh? I told you to put oil on me, not to let your hands roam up and down my body."
"Okay, I'll be careful."
"No, you said you were careful, can you please stop? Never mind, let's move on to the next step."
Chen Luo picked up the tofu, poured it into the pot, and gently began to stir it with a spatula.
"Come on, hold the spatula firmly, and start stirring continuously."
"Huh? Holy crap!"
Chen Luo's hands stopped moving abruptly, and his whole body stiffened.
"I told you to hold the spatula steady, not to hold that! Stop! I can't take it!"
Wen Wan's smile was peculiar, like that of a weasel that had stolen dozens of chickens.
"No, I'm really learning to cook from you."
As she said this, she gently breathed into Chen Luo's ear.
"However, what I want to eat is your dish."
No way, cooking this is so exciting!
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