You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The lawn was warm from the scorching sun.

She closed her eyes, expecting to fall hard onto the grass.

However, the expected impact did not occur to his back.

A strong, powerful arm was positioned precisely across her waist.

Chen Yuan reacted quickly, his large hand scooping it up steadily.

He pulled the petite body, who had lost her balance, into his arms.

The faint scent of soap instantly enveloped Shen Wanzhou's breath.

Startled, she instinctively clutched Chen Yuan's cotton T-shirt.

His fingers clenched into a tight knot, his knuckles turning a tense bluish-white.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

A deep male voice came from above, carrying an undisguised smile.

The vibrations in her chest traveled along the fabric against her skin, sending a tingling sensation into her palms.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks suddenly burned.

A blush spread from the base of her ears all the way down her slender neck.

She buried her burning face in Chen Yuan's chest and shook her head desperately.

Like a kitten that has done something wrong and is afraid of being scolded, she wishes she could hide herself in his bones and blood.

Just now, he was speaking Arabic fluently and throwing checks around in front of outsiders, displaying his domineering presence.

It had long since crumbled into dust.

"Did I just... sound like an unreasonable shrew?"

A muffled sound came from behind the fabric, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling uneasily.

She was afraid that Chen Yuan would think her way of throwing money at people was too rude.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the fluffy head in his arms.

The softest part of my heart felt like it had been brushed by a gentle feather.

It collapsed completely.

This girl was clearly so scared that her legs were shaking.

But they stood there like a shield, protecting him completely.

The feeling of being protected by your wife is surprisingly addictive.

"Unreasonable?"

A hearty laugh rolled down Chen Yuan's throat.

Laughter echoed through the empty garden, startling the sparrows resting on the branches.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

Bend down.

With his other hand, he reached directly through the back of Shen Wanzhou's knee.

He swiftly swept her up in a princess carry, lifting her horizontally.

Shen Wanzhou's feet suddenly dangled in the air.

Startled, she gasped and instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

Two slender legs dangled in mid-air, and the rabbit slippers fell onto the lawn with a thud.

She didn't even bother to pick them up.

"What...what are you doing!"

She stammered, her voice betraying her panic.

"Go back to your room."

Chen Yuan carried her and strode towards the main building.

His steps were steady, as if he were holding a rare treasure.

"The sun is strong outside. Boss Shen just put on a great show; he should go back and rest now."

Upon hearing the name "Boss Shen".

Shen Wanzhou's face turned even redder, and even her toes curled up in a hurry.

She buried her head even deeper, letting Chen Yuan carry her through the hall and up the spiral staircase.

Chen Yuan kicked open the door to the master bedroom and then closed it with his heel.

The heavy mahogany door clicked as it locked.

It isolated all light and sound from the outside world.

Only a few warm yellow floor lamps were on in the room.

Chen Yuan walked to the sofa, bent down and gently placed her on the soft leather cushion.

But he did not get up and leave.

Instead, he knelt on one knee on the carpet, his hands supporting himself on the edges of the sofa on either side of Shen Wanzhou's body.

His tall frame leaned forward, trapping her entirely in his shadow.

An overwhelming surge of male hormones assaults the senses.

Shen Wanzhou's breath hitched.

His back was pressed tightly against the sofa back, with nowhere to retreat.

She nervously swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva.

Not knowing where to look, she could only stare at the sharp lines of Chen Yuan's jawline.

"That Arabic sentence you just spoke was quite fluent."

Chen Yuan lowered his head slightly, his deep gaze locking onto those evasive peach blossom eyes.

His voice was low and seductive, with a hint of hoarseness.

"So you've already taken over this man's life as a kept man?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

Every word felt like a spark, striking Shen Wanzhou's nerves.

Shen Wanzhou's earlobes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She turned her face away, her hands unconsciously gripping the leather of the sofa.

"I...I was just saying that in anger."

She muttered under her breath, trying to argue her point.

"I'm afraid she might really throw gold bricks at you and take you away..."

"What if I really get taken away?"

Chen Yuan leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers.

Their warm breaths mingled together.

Shen Wanzhou's pupils contracted sharply, and she turned her head abruptly.

"No!"

She blurted it out, her voice carrying a stubborn and domineering tone.

"You promised to cook for me for the rest of your life, and that contract is still locked in my drawer!"

The voice just fell.

Chen Yuan's eyes darkened instantly.

The barely suppressed flame in his eyes was completely ignited by her words.

He didn't give her another chance to speak.

His large hand cupped the back of her head, and his cool, thin lips pressed down precisely.

This was not the same kind of soothing and probing that we had just done on the terrace.

It was a deep, possessive kiss.

Chen Yuan's offensive was strong and intense.

It instantly deprived Shen Wanzhou of all oxygen.

Her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure the storm of plunder.

Without her noticing, her hands had already climbed onto Chen Yuan's broad shoulders.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the fabric of his T-shirt.

Until she was almost out of breath and let out a faint whimper.

Chen Yuancai reluctantly stepped back halfway.

Their foreheads touched.

Rapid breathing filled the quiet master bedroom.

Shen Wanzhou's lips were slightly swollen and glistening with an alluring moisture.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

She didn't even dare to look into Chen Yuan's dark eyes.

Chen Yuan looked down at the girl in his arms, who was panting heavily and whose cheeks were flushed, and gently stroked the back of her neck with his fingertips: "Wife, the feeling of being taken care of by you is indeed quite addictive."