CHAPTER 468: CHAPTER 349: LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM_2

Miss Wenwen single-handedly redefined "fair competition."

Even though Wen Nan couldn’t agree with the other person’s motives, he still sent the same invitation to Wenwen due to the main mission on his hands.

Wenwen was stunned for a moment, "You... actually dare to invite me to your home, to share a room with your current wife?"

Wen Nan nodded, "Yes."

...

...

Near the end of the workday, Wen Nan slipped away midway, headed to the underground parking lot, and got into the black car that was waiting for him.

Yu Shujun was sitting in the driver’s seat, turned her head, and her gaze fell directly on the damp patches on Wen Nan’s white shirt.

Wen Nan raised his hand, placed it near his lips, and coughed lightly twice.

Yu Shujun withdrew her gaze and in a flat tone said, "If needed, I can go to the mall to buy some anti-inflammatory ointment for you, Master."

Wen Nan turned his head back, trying to discern if this person was being sarcastic, but couldn’t read it right away, finally, he just shook his head, pointed at Yu Shujun’s hand on the steering wheel, and said:

"No need, with that money, might as well buy some patches for your hands."

Yu Shujun’s originally fair and slender fingers now had several red marks, like tiny wounds or bloodstains, Wen Nan wasn’t sure what they were.

They were just a few tiny red marks, Yu Shujun didn’t expect the other person to observe so carefully, slightly flustered, she curled her fingers, "Not injured."

She clearly remembered, when the person next to her gave her a small band-aid earlier, they said, let her not get hurt again, so every time she had a minor wound, she would carefully hide it, not letting the other person see.

The reason for the oversight this time was that this was not a wound.

"It’s just... a bit of dirt stuck to my fingers, not cleaned properly."

Wen Nan squinted his eyes, "What dirt, all red?" Saying this, he raised his hand to grab Yu Shujun’s fingers, "Let me see."

"No." Yu Shujun took her hand off the steering wheel and tucked it to the other side of her body.

Wen Nan looked suspiciously at her, "Where did you wander off to today, haven’t seen you all day."

"I’m Zhuang Yichen’s assistant, I have my own work." Yu Shujun explained stiffly.

Wen Nan thought to himself, Zhuang Yichen was probably at home all day, what could she possibly send a living assistant out to do? Shopping? Wasn’t that already assigned to Meimei and Aunt Zhang?

But since the other side was unwilling to speak, Wen Nan didn’t inquire further, instead bringing up why he urgently called his little servant—hmm, now little maid—here:

"Tonight, it seems Zhuang Yichen plans to secretly prepare a surprise birthday party for me, did you know?"

Yu Shujun turned her head, looked at Wen Nan for a moment, and nodded, "Yes."

Wen Nan continued, "I also invited... those four of them."

Just now, on his way down to the parking lot, Wen Nan sent a message to Xu Zhenzhen, issuing his final invitation.

Yu Shujun naturally quickly understood who Wen Nan referred to as "those four," looking at the person beside her in disbelief, "You let them join the dinner your wife prepared? Do you think your wife will agree?"

Wen Nan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, thinking, she now keeps saying "your wife" this and "your wife" that, how does she say it so smoothly?

Shaking his hand, Wen Nan said, "It’s precisely because it’s hard to manage, that I need you to help."

"Me?"

"Yes, aren’t you her most trusted assistant? Help me subtly drop hints to persuade her to invite Ru Huan, Wenwen, Xiao Fei, and Xu Zhenzhen too, would you?"

Even though Yu Shujun was indifferent and distant by nature, Wen Nan knew she had her own way of handling relationships with other characters—

On the previous trial map, she quietly orchestrated a showdown for Wen Nan in her scholar role.

And her harmonious interactions with Qiqi and Guan Ailin when usually following him around, as well as previously helping to soothe Yang Mingzhong’s ex-wife Li Shuyi.

In short, altogether, Yu Shujun’s approach to dealing with female characters, though completely different from Wen Nan’s, was also very effective.

Wen Nan believed, inviting the mistresses—oops, inviting other female friends to his birthday party was a small scene that Yu Shujun could easily help him arrange.

As expected, Yu Shujun said, "I can help you."

Just as Wen Nan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she changed the subject, "But, why do you have to—"

"—make a simple problem so complicated, right?" Wen Nan interjected.

This was an old topic, every time a showdown scenario was concocted, Yu Shujun would ask him this question, Wen Nan’s ears felt calloused from hearing it.

"It’s a mission requirement," Wen Nan replied succinctly.

Yu Shujun was now a hidden character, unable to receive players’ main missions, and even if she could, in this instance, each player’s spawn point was different, tasks might not be the same.

So she did not know what Wen Nan’s second main mission was.

But as soon as the other person mentioned it, Yu Shujun immediately understood—likely the second mission was an extension of the first.

If it were Yu Shujun herself, during the first mission, she wouldn’t have accepted the three women Carl Milak deliberately sent over, nor would she provoke Xu Zhenzhen, who had lost her original partner, instead focusing solely on her original role.

In this way, there would be no need for a second main mission needing to manage multiple women.

But if this man beside her didn’t like overseeing multiple selections, he wouldn’t be the original him.

Yu Shujun liked Wen Nan, liked everything about him, including his outlandish behavior.

So even though she often complained, her heart’s fondness for this man hasn’t wavered a bit.

And at this point, the difficulty Wen Nan faced was instantly clear to Yu Shujun—

"Now, without Matthew Fragments, at most, you can only divide it between two more..."

Wen Nan nodded, "Yes."

Seeing the other party directly pinpoint the issue, Wen Nan chuckled, knowing she could understand his current dilemma.

Yu Shujun’s brows knitted slightly, "How do you plan to handle it?"

"The first step is to keep them all at Zhuang Yichen’s villa," Wen Nan raised his arm, resting it behind his head, "Do you know the liquidity principle?"

"As long as you ensure enough liquidity, even if there are only three teapots, it’s enough to make sure seven cups are filled, as long as these seven cups aren’t too far apart."

Yu Shujun thought for a while, lowering her gaze, "Nonsense."

"Will you help then?"

"I need some time, let them set out after seven o’clock."

"Alright." Wen Nan snapped his fingers gleefully, "I knew it, my little maid is capable of anything."

Yu Shujun lowered her lashes, ignoring his nonsense.

Wen Nan then glanced at the time, opened the door, and prepared to leave.

"Where to?" Yu Shujun asked from behind.

"Back to the office," Wen Nan replied, "It’s not off work yet."

"Oh, right."

Wen Nan suddenly remembered something, fumbled through his equipment backup compartment, among a pile of odd items and very revealing costume accessories, he picked out the most normal one, "Here, for you."

Yu Shujun looked down and found a pair of white lace gloves.

"It might seem a bit inappropriate, but it’s actually a proper item. The system description says: It can block 100% of sudden splashes of dirt, thus preventing certain intense labor from causing contamination and residual odors on the hands," Wen Nan explained, "Though I don’t know what you’ve been busy with to get your hands dirty, I thought you might find this useful."

Yu Shujun stared blankly at the pair of gloves.

Wen Nan couldn’t wait any longer, directly raised his hand, grabbed hers, and stuffed the gloves into her palm, then opened the car door, "I’m off now."

After Wen Nan left, Yu Shujun took out the pair of gloves, looked at them for a while, then carefully folded them and placed them in the deepest part of her equipment backup compartment—

Inside, there was already a used piece of band-aid with little pink hearts and an empty round pill box.