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

The piercing wail echoed back and forth in the cramped underground cold storage.

The tremor caused the dim light bulb overhead to flicker twice before going out completely.

Only the computer screen remained, emitting a pale, cold light.

It hit his face, which was covered in cold sweat and completely contorted with fear.

Going back in time.

The past three days have been significant for the business community in Jianghai City.

It was no less than experiencing an 8-magnitude earthquake.

From the very first second the stock market opened on the first morning.

Star Ventures' funds are like ghosts with eyes.

It precisely tore through the financial defenses of all the holding companies of Shen Tiancheng's faction.

There was no pulling or probing.

It was all a sell-off and short selling with destructive intent.

The next day at noon, several law enforcement vehicles with special license plates arrived.

It roared into the headquarters building of the Shen family conglomerate.

A dozen or so senior executives who usually followed Shen Tiancheng around.

Under the astonished gaze of thousands of employees.

He was handcuffed and escorted out the door.

Their evidence of gray-market transactions and fraudulent invoices hidden on the dark web.

They were packaged into irrefutable pieces of evidence and neatly arranged on the interrogation table.

There was no room for excuses.

Day three.

The exit port on the edge of Jianghai City.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, blew against the mountains of shipping containers.

The night was deep, and even the starlight was obscured by thick clouds.

A dilapidated cargo ship carrying smugglers was moored beside a secluded berth.

Shen Tiancheng was wearing a wrinkled black trench coat.

He was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled down very low.

He was clutching a canvas bag full of cash and fake passports tightly in his hand.

The knuckles turned bluish-white from excessive force.

For the past three days, he's been like a rat in a sewer, constantly hiding and dodging.

All bank cards were frozen, and all publicly known identities were blacklisted.

If it weren't for the little bit of cash I had hidden under my bed years ago...

He couldn't even afford a ticket for the smuggling boat.

"Hurry! The ship is about to leave!"

The smuggler stood on the deck and urged them on in a low voice.

Shen Tiancheng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

Once you're on this ship...

As long as they escape to international waters.

He still has a chance; he owns several properties in Southeast Asia and could make a comeback.

He gritted his teeth, took a step, and stumbled as he climbed up the rusty iron ladder.

Just a second before his toes touched the deck.

Stab it--!

Two blinding high-lumen searchlights suddenly lit up from the top of the containers at the dock.

The intense light, like two sharp swords, struck Shen Tiancheng directly.

The stab made him abruptly close his eyes and shield his face with his hand.

"Second Master Shen, you left in quite a hurry."

A rough, cold voice pierced through the howling sea breeze.

The eagle was wearing a full black tactical uniform.

They emerged step by step from the shadows behind the searchlight.

The leather shoes made a dull metallic clanging sound as they stepped on the steel plate.

Behind him were dozens of top bodyguards from Cloudtop Manor.

It was like a black iron wall, completely blocking all escape routes at the dock.

Seeing that things were going badly, the smuggler didn't even bother to ask for the money back.

He kicked Shen Tiancheng off the iron ladder, then immediately set off with the siren blaring.

thump.

Shen Tiancheng crashed heavily onto the muddy dock floor.

The canvas bag opened, and the US dollars inside were blown around by the sea breeze.

He scrambled backward.

"Don't come any closer... I'm from the Shen family!"

He roared fiercely, but his voice betrayed an unconcealable fear.

The eagle walked up to him and looked down at him.

A cold, emotionless smirk stretched across the scarred face.

"The Shen family? Mr. Chen has spoken."

"Your name has been removed from the Shen family's genealogy for the past three days."

The eagle stepped on the back of Shen Tiancheng's hand, which was bracing itself on the ground.

The hard soles of the military boots crushed it mercilessly.

"ah--!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

Several police cars, flashing red and blue lights, sped into the dock.

The cold handcuffs fell again.

This time, what awaits Shen Tiancheng is a dark and hopeless life in a prison for serious offenders.

The screen switches.

In the kitchen on the first floor of Genting Manor.

The warm yellow overhead light was on, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of pork rib soup.

Chen Yuan was wearing that plain black cotton T-shirt.

She wore an apron around her waist.

He was standing in front of the kitchen counter, intently slicing a fresh bamboo shoot.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of the knife blade striking the cutting board was steady and rhythmic.

The bloodshed and destruction of billions of assets outside.

There wasn't even the slightest ripple on this man's face.

It seemed to him that calming the internal strife within the Shen family and driving a business tycoon to the brink of ruin was the key to his success.

Nothing is as important as the pork rib soup simmering in the pot.

A faint sound of footsteps came from the direction of the living room.

The slippers pattered on the carpet.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a fluffy peach-patterned pajama set.

Clutching a tablet computer, he ran barefoot into the kitchen.

On the screen, urgent news updates from Jianghai City's evening news are being displayed on a scrolling screen.

"The internal cancer within the Shen family conglomerate has been eradicated; former vice chairman Shen Tiancheng was arrested at the dock tonight..."

She stood blankly beside the kitchen counter.

She looked at the broad back of the man chopping vegetables, his back to her.

She didn't leave the manor for the past three days.

Chen Yuan never left her side.

Right here in this house filled with the warmth of everyday life.

This man, with a few phone calls and a few lines of code.

Like an unseen god, removing the gloom and crisis that shrouded her.

Uprooted and crushed to powder.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and her nose stung with tears.

Warm liquid quickly condensed in the back of the eye.

She put down the tablet she was holding.

Barefoot, I took two big steps forward.

Her slender arms stretched out.

Shen Wanzhou hugged Chen Yuan tightly from behind as he was chopping vegetables, burying her face in his back, her voice soft yet firm: "Chen Yuan, thank you for protecting the Shen family for me."