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

The slender silver syringe gleamed coldly under the kitchen's overhead light.

Her high heels clicked on the non-slip floor tiles as she approached at an extremely fast pace.

It was almost touching the edge of the kitchen counter.

The pungent smell of medical alcohol mingled with her rapid breathing.

She charged at the man who was cutting meat without any sense of boundaries.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

The chef's knife in his hand maintained a steady, rhythmic motion.

Thump, thump, thump.

The blade sliced ​​through the pork belly with its cartilage intact, the sound steady and without a trace of panic.

Just as the lancet was less than ten centimeters from his arm.

笃.

The final sound of the blade striking the cutting board faded away.

Chen Yuan's right hand, which was gripping the hilt of the knife, flicked outwards seemingly unintentionally.

The chef's knife drew a sharp silver arc in mid-air.

The broad back of the blade struck the nerve in Su Qingqing's wrist, where she was holding the syringe, with perfect accuracy.

Snapped!

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

It wasn't very forceful, but it carried a subtle, skillful touch.

Su Qingqing felt her entire right arm go numb instantly, and she lost all sensation in an instant.

My fingers involuntarily loosened.

The transparent, sterile lancet flew out of my hand.

It tumbled twice in the air and landed precisely in the sink next to it, which was filled with clean water.

With a thud.

It splashed up a tiny ring of water, rendering it completely useless.

Su Qingqing stood there, frozen, her left hand clutching her numb right wrist.

The pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses dilated slightly.

In that brief moment, she didn't even see how the man made his move.

Chen Yuan placed the chef's knife on the edge of the cutting board.

He slowly tore off a piece of kitchen paper and wiped away the few drops of water that had gotten on the back of the knife.

He raised his eyelids, his deep black eyes filled with an unyielding layer of frost.

"Dr. Su, medical exploration is a good thing."

The deep voice was like a dull knife, scraping through the air in the kitchen.

"But don't try to take advantage of me."

Su Qingqing rubbed her wrist, but the fervor in her eyes did not subside; instead, it burned even brighter.

"Mr. Chen, do you know what your medicinal cuisine means?"

She squeezed forward half a step, her white coat brushing against the kitchen counter.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me to have your blood tested and extract the enzymes that break down those medicinal herbs."

"We can co-author a top-tier paper in The Lancet!"

"The fame, fortune, and money that come with it are enough for you to buy..."

"Not interested."

Chen Yuan coldly interrupted her, showing no patience whatsoever to listen to her finish.

He turned around, opened the storage cabinet above his head, and took out a clay pot for stewing soup.

"My culinary skills are not for the benefit of all mankind."

The water gurgled and splashed against the inner wall of the clay pot.

Chen Yuan's voice, accompanied by the sound of water, was calm and even, yet it carried an unreasonable stubbornness.

"The combination and cooking time of those medicinal dishes are only suitable for Shen Wanzhou's constitution."

"I am only responsible for her."

"Outsiders have no right to study this, nor are they qualified to eat the food I cook."

These few words of relentless rejection were like an impenetrable iron wall.

It shattered all of Su Qingqing's medical ambitions.

She stood frozen in front of the kitchen counter, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

She never expected this.

This miraculous formula is capable of changing the history of human digestive diseases.

In this man's eyes.

It turned out to be just a unique recipe specifically designed to coax his wife into eating.

Outside the kitchen door.

A petite figure wearing a pale yellow knitted sweater.

She was barefoot, standing quietly behind the semi-transparent glass door.

Shen Wanzhou originally came out to ask Su Qingqing about the results of the follow-up examination.

As I walked to the kitchen door, I overheard the conversation inside.

That phrase, "I'm only responsible for her."

Like a pebble dropped into a lake of the heart.

It stirred up ripples of scalding heat, which surged wildly through the blood and into every part of the body.

The tips of my ears started burning uncontrollably.

The blush spread all the way down to the depths of her fair collarbone.

Even my breath smelled sweet and strawberry-like.

She bit her lower lip, her peach blossom eyes curving into two beautiful crescent moons.

She covered her slightly flushed cheeks with both hands.

The jar of "possessiveness" in my heart was completely filled by this favored phrase.

But when her gaze pierced through the crack in the glass.

When I saw Su Qingqing's face, which was still full of resentment and wanted to continue persuading.

That budding shyness was instantly suppressed by a strong instinct to protect the food.

This female doctor not only wanted to steal her personal chef.

They even wanted to prick him with a needle!

Is this still available?

Shen Wanzhou pushed open the frosted glass door.

The glass door slammed against the damper of the sliding track, making a soft thud.

She scurried into the kitchen in her fluffy bunny slippers.

They bypassed Su Qingqing directly.

Without any hesitation, he stood between Chen Yuan and Liu Litai.

His slender back was held ramrod straight.

She spread her two fair arms out, striking a perfect pose like a mother hen protecting her chicks in the classic Chinese folktale of "Eagle Catches Chicks".

"Have I finished my medical check-up?"

Shen Wanzhou didn't look at Chen Yuan, but instead stared directly into Su Qingqing's eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

Although her voice was soft and sweet, it carried the unquestionable air of a tycoon's leader.

"After you're done, pack your things and leave."

Su Qingqing looked at the female tycoon in front of her who had suddenly lost her temper.

The finger that was pushing up the glasses froze in mid-air.

"Miss, I just wanted to..."

"I can't even think about it!"

Shen Wanzhou raised her voice and ruthlessly cut her off.

The warning in her peach blossom eyes was so strong it was almost overflowing.

The way she was acting made it seem as if Su Qingqing would dare to take another half step forward.

She could simply call the bodyguards outside to come in and throw the person out of the manor.

Chen Yuan stood behind her.

Look at this little cat whose shoulders are trembling slightly with nervousness, yet it still tries its best to protect him.

A gentle, indulgent look appeared in his deep eyes.

He didn't make a sound to disturb them.

She simply raised her hand naturally and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.

His fingertip accidentally brushed against her burning hot earlobe.

This caused Shen Wanzhou's body to tremble slightly.

But she still didn't turn around, staring intently at Su Qingqing opposite her.

It's like a ferocious beast guarding its most precious bone.

Su Qingqing sighed.

She finally understood completely.

This couple consists of a man who spoils his wife rotten and is completely unreasonable.

One is a yandere who suffers from severe addiction and is so possessive of her food that she will protect it even if someone else looks at her too much.

Her medical ambitions had no place to grow here.

"Okay, I understand."

Su Qingqing helplessly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

He turned around and started tidying up the first-aid kit on the kitchen counter.

Shen Wanzhou stood in front of Chen Yuan like a mother hen protecting her chicks, glaring at Su Qingqing: "Dr. Su, please leave after the physical examination. No one is allowed to touch my husband's body except me."