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

Through a thin layer of fabric.

The teeth gently rubbed against the edge of the collarbone.

That little bit of force wouldn't even leave a red mark.

It looks more like a kitten with its teeth not fully grown, nibbling randomly.

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably.

A dark flame flickered in his deep eyes.

He did not push the person in his arms away.

Instead, he took the opportunity to hug that slender waist tightly.

"Okay, I'll wash."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and husky, carrying an unyielding smile.

The vibrations in the chest cavity were transmitted through the skin that was pressed together.

"I'll spend the rest of my life cooking and washing dishes for you, and I won't go anywhere else."

This promise, made without any moral boundaries, felt like a warm current.

It directly extinguished the last bit of bitterness in Shen Wanzhou's heart caused by the blow to her self-esteem.

She opened her mouth.

A small ring of damp, glistening teeth marks remained on the shirt collar.

She buried her face even deeper into Chen Yuan's neck.

The exposed section of her fair neck was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"You said it yourself."

She muttered softly, her fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

"No matter how rich you become in the future, you still have to listen to me at home."

Looking at her, trying so hard to maintain the air of a domineering CEO.

The curve of Chen Yuan's lips became more and more pronounced.

He freed one hand.

He reached into the pocket of his suit trousers.

With fingertips touching the cold metal edge, he pulled out a pure black card.

There were no elaborate patterns or bank logos.

Only a small, dark gold star pattern is printed in the lower right corner.

This is the highest-level all-access black gold card from Xingchen Venture Capital.

This is different from the one Shen Wanzhou slipped under the door before.

This card is linked to the parent pool of 37 offshore trust funds.

The cash flow inside is calculated in trillions.

Chen Yuan held the thin card between two fingers.

Slide upwards along Shen Wanzhou's soft waistline.

He stuffed it directly into the large pocket of her loungewear.

The cool, metallic touch pressed against my thigh through the fabric.

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback.

She lifted her head from his embrace, her shimmering peach blossom eyes filled with confusion.

"What is this?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the heavy black card.

"Salary card".

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa, looking languid.

"Since we agreed not to resign, we have to hand over all our assets."

Shen Wanzhou looked at the card in her hand that had no credit limit.

My mind was a little slow to process what was happening.

She is a female billionaire who controls a conglomerate worth hundreds of billions.

My salary card was actually handed over by my own housekeeper?

This art style looks surreal no matter how you look at it.

"I...I have my own money."

She stammered in response, pushing the card into Chen Yuan's hand.

"I could never spend all that my grandfather left me in this lifetime."

"Besides, you have too much money in this card, I'm afraid I might accidentally lose it..."

Chairman Shen is ruthless and decisive in the business world.

Holding a black card, his hand trembled as if he were holding a landmine that could explode at any moment.

Chen Yuan pressed down on the back of her hand.

He pushed the card back into her palm.

He closed his fingers, enveloping her small hand and the black card in his warm palm.

"You can keep Shen's accounts yourself."

Chen Yuan's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable domineering air.

"But there's no reason for me to let my woman spend money outside."

"This will be your allowance for buying clothes, bags, and those anime figurines in the future."

"Swipe it all from this card."

He leaned slightly closer to that blushing little face.

Warm breath brushed against the tip of her nose.

"If I find out you've used a single penny from Shen's accounts to buy snacks..."

"The kitchen will be temporarily suspended from providing late-night snacks indefinitely."

This is simply the most deadly threat.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes widened instantly.

Upon hearing that the late-night snack service was to be suspended, she instinctively protected the black card.

He held it tightly in his hand, afraid that Chen Yuan would change his mind and take it back.

"You...you're being unreasonable!"

She retorted angrily.

What is this?

How could a woman who is the richest woman in China be reduced to relying on her housekeeper to give her pocket money?

Moreover, the amount of this pocket money is more terrifying than the net profit of her entire group for a year.

This is not about living off a woman.

This is clearly a hardcore reverse sugar daddy/sugar baby situation!

but.

I don't know why, but I felt a sweet feeling in my heart.

It's like a honey pot that's been overturned, bubbling up like crazy.

He controlled me in such a domineering way.

That sense of security of being wholeheartedly protected under someone's wings.

More captivating than any astronomical figure.

Shen Wanzhou lowered her eyelashes.

Long eyelashes cast a shy shadow over the eye sockets.

His fingers gently caressed the edge of the black card.

"What if...what if I spend too much?"

She muttered softly, with a touch of coquettishness, as if she had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.

"Some of the figurines I buy are quite expensive..."

Chen Yuan listened to this hesitant and tentative question.

A soft, almost drowning light shone from the depths of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand.

Rough fingertips pressed against her puffed-up cheeks.

I gently pinched that soft, tender piece of meat.

It feels so good that you don't want to let go.

Chen Yuan pinched her puffed-up cheeks, his voice full of indulgence: "Is 100 million a month enough pocket money? If not, your husband will give you more."