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

His voice had a distinct sobbing tone, nasal in nature.

Two tears, barely able to fall, were forced out of her watery peach blossom eyes.

She sat at the large solid wood dining table.

His shoulders were slumped slightly.

She looked pitifully at the heartless man opposite her.

He tried to use this tried-and-true "self-inflicted injury" trick to get a plate of fried eggs, even if it was just with scallion oil.

But this time, her wishful thinking completely failed.

Chen Yuan sat in a chair, flipping through a financial magazine.

His well-defined fingers pinched the edge of the paper.

He didn't even lift his head.

"Don't try that on me. Self-inflicted injury won't work on a doctor's orders."

Her indifferent voice lacked any of the usual unapproachable indulgence.

He turned the magazine to a new page, the paper making a soft rustling sound.

"Dr. Su said that your stomach wall is now thinner than paper."

"If you keep indulging in your gluttony, you'll spend the rest of your life in the hospital on IV drips."

"Eat quickly, and then lock the fridge."

This statement was like a merciless verdict.

This completely extinguished the last glimmer of hope Shen Wanzhou had.

She pouted and stuffed the few florets of broccoli, which tasted raw and bitter, into her mouth.

Like chewing wax.

Having grown accustomed to the rich broth and medicinal cuisine prepared by Chen Yuan, this bland and watery weight-loss meal was practically torture for her taste buds.

I finally managed to swallow the chicken breast and quinoa on the plate.

The feeling of emptiness in my stomach did not decrease.

On the contrary, the act of chewing arouses an even stronger craving.

into the night.

The master bedroom on the second floor of Yunding Manor.

The heavy blackout curtains completely blocked out the moonlight.

The room was so quiet that only the gentle whirring of the central air conditioning fan could be heard.

The right side of the bed.

Shen Wanzhou tossed and turned in the soft silk quilt like a pancake.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing together as she turned over was particularly irritating in the quiet night.

She touched her shrunken belly.

Her stomach acid was being secreted wildly, causing her to feel a burning sensation and panic.

Can't sleep at all.

My mind is filled with the sweet and sour pork ribs I ate yesterday.

And there were crab roe buns from the day before yesterday, and shrimp paste from the day before that...

She scratched her hair in frustration and kicked the blanket aside.

Just then.

A faint, sweet fragrance crept in through the vent under the door.

That's the pure milky aroma of eggs and butter baked at high temperatures.

It has a slightly burnt, sweet taste.

This smell is more potent than any drug.

It instantly robbed Shen Wanzhou of all her rationality.

She's baking a cake!

At this time, apart from Chen Yuan, no one would use the kitchen on the first floor of the manor.

He's definitely preparing snacks for tomorrow's breakfast.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed hard.

A clear gurgling sound came from his throat.

Their eyes shone like two small light bulbs in the darkness.

She quietly lifted the blanket.

I didn't even dare to wear slippers.

Barefoot, stepping on the thick carpet.

Like a petty thief, he crept step by step toward the bedroom door.

Click.

She pressed the doorknob down to its lowest setting, making a very soft sound.

She poked half her head out and looked down the corridor.

Warm yellow light shone through the glass door of the kitchen on the first floor.

That enticing aroma of cake wafted from there.

She slid down the spiral staircase, hugging the wall.

I held my breath with every step I took.

They were afraid of making any noise that might alert the incorruptible "head of discipline" inside.

Finally, she reached the kitchen door.

Through frosted glass.

She vaguely saw Chen Yuan standing in front of the kitchen counter with his back to the door.

He was holding a freshly baked baking tray.

Golden chiffon cakes are neatly arranged in a row on the baking tray.

The edges were slightly charred, exuding a deadly allure.

Shen Wanzhou's heart was pounding.

She took a deep breath and suddenly pushed open the glass door.

They originally planned to take advantage of the moment when Chen Yuan turned around.

He rushed in, grabbed a piece of cake, and ran.

result.

I've just stepped halfway into the kitchen.

"Staying up in the middle of the night, are you sleepwalking?"

Chen Yuan's deep, cold voice rang out from above without warning.

He turned around at some point.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter.

Those deep black eyes gleamed with a cold, all-knowing light under the lamp.

He was looking down at her, the fish that had fallen into the net.

Shen Wanzhou was so frightened that her whole body stiffened.

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The delicious-smelling cake was less than thirty centimeters away.

"I...I came out to get a drink of water."

She stammered out the lameest excuse.

But his gaze was fixed on the cakes, unable to look away.

Chen Yuan did not expose her.

He stretched out his long arm and picked up the baking tray.

Raise it above your head.

Even if Shen Wanzhou stood on tiptoe, she couldn't reach it.

"The water's in the fridge. Drink it and go upstairs to sleep."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Shen Wanzhou panicked.

The hunger and the cravings for delicious food completely overwhelmed her reason.

What kind of airs does a female billionaire with hundreds of billions have?

What about being dignified and reserved?

She completely forgot about it.

She was barefoot and pounced on him.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's arm.

She clung tightly to his forearm with both hands, hanging her entire body weight on it.

"Chen Yuan...husband..."

She looked up at him pitifully with her peach blossom eyes.

Her voice was as soft as a cotton candy about to melt.

With deep prayers.

"I'll just have one bite, really just one bite."

"I'm so hungry my stomach hurts, and I can't sleep..."

She shook his arm as she spoke.

The soft curves of her chest inevitably brushed against Chen Yuan's arm during the tugging.

It created a slight friction that made it hard to breathe.

Chen Yuan's arm muscles tensed instantly.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a dark flame flickered in his eyes.

But he did not compromise.

"Dr. Su said that your stomach cannot be irritated right now."

"Let go, go back to sleep."

He tried to pull his arm out of her arms.

But Shen Wanzhou held on tightly.

Seeing that acting cute didn't work, she simply resorted to her trump card.

She let go of Chen Yuan's arm and plopped down on the leather sofa outside the kitchen.

then.

In front of Chen Yuan.

She collapsed onto the large cushions of the sofa.

Like a spoiled child, it rolled around in and out.

Two fair and tender little legs kicked wildly in the air.

The hem of her peach-colored pajamas was rolled up, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

"I don't care! I just want to eat cake!"

"You're abusing me! You're not letting me eat my fill!"

"I'll just have half a piece... is half a piece okay?"

She rolled around on the ground, accusing him in a nasal voice with a sob in her voice.

That shameless, utterly unseemly demeanor.

If those business tycoons in Jianghai City saw this...

This will probably shock everyone.

Chen Yuan stood next to the sofa, holding a baking tray.

Watching this woman rolling around on the leather sofa like a protective caterpillar.

I felt a throbbing sensation in my temples.

He truly hadn't expected it, all for half a piece of cake.

This little devil can lower his standards to this extent.

Shen Wanzhou rolled twice.

Seeing that Chen Yuan still wouldn't budge.

She simply got up and lunged at him again.

She wrapped her arms around his lean waist.

Her head was pressed between his chest and abdomen.

Shen Wanzhou hugged Chen Yuan's waist, rubbing her cheek against his loungewear, her voice so soft it could melt your heart: "Honey~ just one bite, I promise I'll walk an extra 20,000 steps tomorrow, okay?"