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

Splash!

The ordinary transparent plastic bag swayed twice in his hand.

The sharp, black meteorite iron blade was separated by a thin layer of plastic.

It emanated a chilling, eerie light that sent shivers down one's spine.

Chen Yuan ignored the stunned judges and celebrity chefs behind him.

He turned around and walked with steady steps toward the corridor leading from the arena to the backstage area.

The giant engine at the bottom of the cruise ship emitted a slight, low-frequency vibration.

The sensation travels along the thick wool carpet of the corridor floor, all the way to the soles of your feet.

The lights in the backstage corridor were dimly lit, casting an ambiguous, yellowish glow.

The air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze, a peculiar odor unique to cruise ships.

It also had a strong, pungent smell of cheap rose fragrance mixed in.

This smell is even more intoxicating than the aroma of those expensive ingredients mixed together on the field just now.

Chen Yuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

I quickened my pace, wanting nothing more than to leave this awful place filled with all sorts of stench as soon as possible.

Go back and cut a fruit platter for that picky cat in the manor.

"Oh dear, Master Chen, why are you in such a hurry?"

A woman's voice, charming and alluring, with a deliberately drawn-out ending.

It drifted faintly from the shadows around the corner of the corridor.

The sound of high heels clicking on the carpet was muffled, yet the rhythm carried the calm composure of a hunter approaching.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

His deep black eyes swept coldly ahead.

At the corner, a plump woman leaned against the wall lamp in the corridor.

She was wearing a bright red, high-slit velvet cheongsam.

The slit in the cheongsam was incredibly high, almost reaching the top of the thigh.

Her snow-white thighs were brazenly exposed to the air under the dim yellow light.

The woman held a slender, long Moore cigarette between her fingers.

The scarlet nail polish and the red cheongsam complemented each other beautifully.

He exudes a worldly sophistication and greed that comes from years of immersion in the world of pleasure.

This is the biggest financial backer behind this underground culinary competition.

A widow in Jianghai City who had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, known as "Sister Hong".

Sister Hong took a drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled.

White smoke drifted between the two of them.

Those eyes, heavily lined with eyeliner, stared intently at Chen Yuan's cold and stern face.

My gaze traveled from his broad, upright shoulders down to the cheap plastic bag in his hand.

His eyes were filled with undisguised lust.

She's met countless men in her life.

She was already tired of those spineless cowards who groveled at her feet for money.

But the man in front of me is different.

On the competition field, there is that arrogant attitude of trampling all the famous chefs underfoot and treating even the most legendary knives as scrap metal.

And this outfit exudes a cool and aloof aura that can't be hidden even when dressed in ordinary casual wear.

It's just like a wild, untamed wolf.

It pierced deeply into the heart of this widow who had been empty for many years.

"Master Chen's skill in blind-cutting peonies has truly broadened my horizons."

Sister Hong swayed her hips as she walked over.

The cigarette in his hand drew white smoke rings in the air.

The distance has been shortened.

The strong perfume scent was like a poisonous net, trying to ensnare Chen Yuan.

She deliberately puffed out her chest, trying to use her most prized asset to break down the man's defenses.

"How much money do you earn working as a butler at that Shen family manor?"

"One million a year? Or two million?"

Hongjie stopped less than half a step in front of Chen Yuan.

She tilted her head back and exhaled a fragrant breath.

"I admire capable men the most."

"Just nod your head."

"The position of executive chef at my 'Red Romance' restaurant group is yours."

"Annual salary of ten million, plus 10% of the shares."

As she spoke, she extended her hand, which was adorned with a large diamond ring.

She wanted to grab Chen Yuan's arm, which was carrying the plastic bag.

His eyes gleamed with an unwavering confidence.

In Jianghai City, no chef without connections could resist the temptation of such fame and fortune.

What's more, there's this charming woman who's actively throwing herself at him.

Chen Yuan looked at the outstretched hand.

The temperature in the back of the eye instantly dropped to freezing point.

He took a half step back, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Even the gust of wind it stirred up carried a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Sister Hong's hand grasped at empty air.

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

But she quickly reverted to her alluring appearance.

They thought it was just a man's little trick of playing hard to get.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

Sister Hong threw the cigarette in her hand on the ground and crushed it out with the tip of her high heel.

Her red lips curved into an ambiguous smile.

"If we don't have enough money, can my sister's people fill the gap?"

She stepped forward, almost pressing her entire body against Chen Yuan's chest.

"That little brat from the Shen family is so sickly she doesn't even dare to leave the house."

"What kind of romantic interests could you possibly understand?"

"Follow me, and every night you'll experience what true paradise is."

These words were so explicit that even the air in the corridor felt sticky.

Chen Yuan's large, well-defined hands slowly tightened around his side.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out one by one.

The thing he found most disgusting in his life was when people used Shen Wanzhou's illness as a topic of conversation.

The girl who hid in the manor, even having to carefully observe his expression before eating a piece of cake.

It was the bottom line he cherished dearly.

Now, this bottom line has been trampled underfoot and mocked at will by a widow with a worldly air.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

However, the murderous aura emanating from him had already solidified into a tangible form.

Like invisible knives, they sliced ​​through the stifling air in the corridor.

Sister Hong was unaware of the dangerous aura emanating from her.

She thought her conditions had already swayed the man.

After all, in the underground forces of Jianghai City, Sister Hong's name is a golden brand.

She raised her hand.

Sister Hong exhaled a long, thin smoke ring, her red-nailed fingers pointing at Chen Yuan's chest: "Handsome, as long as you come with me, you'll be able to walk sideways in both the underworld and legitimate circles of Jianghai City."