142: Chapter 142 The Intimate Test of a Tycoon's Wife

Wen Lan's kiss was passionate and domineering, carrying a strong scent of red wine. Her tongue nimbly pried open Lin Fan's teeth, demanding frantically.

A "buzz" sounded in Lin Fan's head. This woman's level was too high; she simply didn't play by the rules.

He instinctively wanted to push Wen Lan away, but thinking of that life-saving 5 billion, he forcibly held back.

Not only could he not push her away, he had to respond.

Lin Fan secretly circulated his Nine Yang Internal Power, keeping his body in a state of extreme excitement yet absolute clarity. He took the initiative, one hand cupping the back of Wen Lan's head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slid down her smooth back, giving her plump, perky buttocks a firm squeeze.

"Mmh..."

Wen Lan let out a muffled groan, her body turning soft like a puddle of water as she collapsed into Lin Fan's arms.

She pushed against Lin Fan's chest, looking at him breathlessly, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"President Lin, I couldn't tell; your technique is quite practiced. You must spend plenty of time flirting around outside, right?" Wen Lan licked her swollen lips.

Lin Fan wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth and smirked, "Sister Wen, you flatter me. When dealing with ordinary women, I'm just going through the motions. But when dealing with a top-tier woman like Sister Wen, I must put in 120 percent of my effort."

Wen Lan trembled with laughter at his use of "Sister Wen."

She stood up, straightened her bathrobe, and walked to the wine cabinet to pour two more glasses of wine.

"Your mouth is quite sweet. However, Lin Fan, just having a sweet mouth won't get you my money. I, Wen Lan, never make a losing deal in business."

Wen Lan handed the wine glass to Lin Fan, her eyes becoming somewhat sharp.

"You were scammed out of 3 billion by Bai Ze, which shows your brain isn't up to the task. Why should I believe you can build up Tianyang Group and pay me back with interest?"

Lin Fan took the glass, leaned back on the sofa, and put away his previous rogue-like demeanor.

"Sister Wen, I admit I was careless this time and took a tumble. But Bai Ze only won a local battle. The core of Tianyang Group is the Solid-state Battery. This technology is currently at a monopoly level internationally. As long as my production line starts, the profits will be calculated in the tens of billions."

Lin Fan took a sip of wine and looked directly into Wen Lan's eyes.

"If you lend me 5 billion, I'll give you a 5 percent stake in Tianyang Group. This deal is one where you can make a fortune with your eyes closed."

Wen Lan looked at Lin Fan's confident gaze, the corners of her mouth slightly curling up.

"Five percent? Lin Fan, are you trying to send a beggar away? I want 20 percent. Furthermore, you must be on call at all times and be my private consultant." Wen Lan deliberately emphasized the four words "private consultant."

Lin Fan cursed inwardly; this woman was truly asking for the moon. A 20 percent stake was practically cutting off his flesh.

"Sister Wen, 20 percent is impossible. 8 percent at most. As for being on call... I am a married man. Occasionally drinking tea with you is fine, but as for anything else, I'm afraid my body won't be able to handle it." Lin Fan deliberately feigned weakness.

Wen Lan walked up to Lin Fan, extended her long, slender leg, and gently rubbed her toe against his calf.

"Body can't handle it? I thought you had plenty of energy just now. Alright, I won't tease you anymore. 10 percent stake, and I'll wire you the 5 billion first thing tomorrow morning. However, you aren't going anywhere tonight."

Wen Lan pulled Lin Fan's hand and walked toward the bedroom upstairs.

"Come on, let Sister see what real skills you have besides a smooth tongue."

Lin Fan was pulled upstairs by Wen Lan.

Entering the bedroom, Wen Lan locked the door directly. The room was filled with an aphrodisiac incense.

Wen Lan turned around, her bathrobe slipping directly to the floor, revealing a perfectly mature body.

Lin Fan swallowed. Who the hell could resist this!

But he maintained a shred of clarity in his mind. He knew that for a woman like Wen Lan, if you really crawled onto her bed like a dog, she would kick you away the moment she woke up tomorrow, and you wouldn't get a single cent.

To conquer her, you must overpower her aura.

Lin Fan didn't take off his clothes but walked to the bedside, sat down brazenly, and patted the large bed next to him.

"Sister Wen, I have a rule. In bed, I'm never accustomed to being ordered around. You just said you wanted to see my real skills, so you come over here yourself."

Wen Lan was stunned. She had kept so many young hunks, and which of them wasn't obedient and fawning toward her? Lin Fan actually dared to speak to her in this tone.

A flash of annoyance crossed her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a strong desire to conquer.

"Fine, Lin Fan. I want to see just how capable you are."

Wen Lan pounced on Lin Fan like a female leopard.

The next two hours were an extreme tug-of-war of physical and mental strength.

Relying on the abnormal Constitution brought by his Nine Yang Internal Power, Lin Fan held absolute dominance in every clash. He didn't blindly cater to Wen Lan, but instead, in a nearly brutal manner, completely shattered Wen Lan's high-and-mighty chaebol facade.

When everything settled down, Wen Lan was drenched in sweat, limp on Lin Fan's chest, without the strength to move even a finger.

She looked at Lin Fan's face, which was still full of energy, and the playfulness in her eyes was completely gone, replaced by a deep infatuation and submission.

"Lin Fan... you are simply a beast." Wen Lan panted heavily, her fingers drawing circles on Lin Fan's pectoral muscles.

Lin Fan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Sister Wen, can we talk about that 5 billion now?"

Wen Lan rolled her eyes at him and coquettishly said, "What a heartless bastard. Don't worry, the money will arrive on time tomorrow morning. I accept the 10 percent stake."

The heavy stone hanging in Lin Fan's heart finally landed.

He got dressed and kissed Wen Lan on the forehead.

"Thank you, Sister Wen. Next time you come to Tianhai City, I'll be the host."

Lin Fan walked out of the villa, and when the cold wind outside blew, he shivered.

Looking back at the magnificent villa, Lin Fan touched the voice recorder in his pocket (used for self-defense, though it wasn't needed), feeling secretly smug.

Bai Ze, did you think you could bury me just by digging a hole? Today, I'll show you what a desperate counterattack is!