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

In the kitchen.

The low-frequency noise of the range hood couldn't mask the dependence in that statement.

Chen Yuan stopped wielding the kitchen knife.

He placed his hand over her slightly trembling, fair hands on her waist.

The warmth from my palm traveled along the veins on the back of my hand.

"We're family, no need for thanks."

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an unyielding indulgence.

These three words are more effective than any tranquilizer.

Shen Wanzhou rubbed her face against his broad back, her eyes welling up with a reassuring blush.

Three days later, at Jianghai Central Hospital.

The VIP ward on the top floor.

The smell of disinfectant was completely filtered out by the expensive air purifier.

Only a faint chamomile fragrance remains.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting streaks of light and shadow across the floor tiles.

On the hospital bed, Old Master Shen leaned against two soft pillows.

A transparent oxygen tube was inserted into his nose.

The wrinkles on her face seemed to be deeper than they had been a few days ago.

She was weak from recovering from a serious illness.

But those eyes still shone with the shrewdness unique to a business magnate.

Uncle Fu stood respectfully at the edge of the sickbed.

He clasped his hands together in front of him and hunched his back slightly.

He has just recounted everything that has happened in the past three days.

This includes Chen Yuan mobilizing Star Venture Capital.

In the silent digital world.

The swift and decisive action that wiped out Shen Tiancheng's faction's overseas assets.

There is also the entire process of Eagle capturing Shen Tiancheng, who was attempting to flee the country, at the dock.

He reported everything in detail to the highest authority in the Shen family.

A long, deathly silence fell over the ward.

All that can be heard is the beeping sound from the multi-parameter monitor.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Uncle Fu's forehead.

It rolled down her graying temples.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding with anxiety.

The old man was someone who couldn't tolerate any wrongdoing.

Even if Shen Tiancheng is a complete scoundrel, he is still a descendant of the Shen family.

Chen Yuan was an outsider.

They not only overstepped their authority by interfering in the purge within the Shen family.

They even sent the dignified vice chairman of the Shen family directly to a prison for serious criminals.

This is a brutal and ruthless killing spree that almost oversteps its bounds.

In the eyes of any family head, this would be a blatant power grab and provocation.

"Grandpa..."

Uncle Fu tentatively spoke up, wanting to plead for Chen Yuan.

"Mr. Chen was also trying to protect Miss's safety..."

The old man raised his thin, brown-spotted hand, interrupting Uncle Fu.

He removed the oxygen tube.

Her chest rose and fell slightly.

"Go and bring that kid in."

The old man's voice was hoarse from recovering from a serious illness, and it was impossible to discern his emotions.

Uncle Fu's heart tightened.

Not daring to say more, he could only turn around and quickly walk out of the ward.

After a while.

The heavy solid wood door to the ward was pushed open.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple black trench coat.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree.

He walked in with steady steps.

Shen Wanzhou stayed close to him.

Her slender fingers gripped his clothes tightly.

The knuckles were pale and bluish-white due to lack of blood flow caused by tension.

She was afraid that her grandfather would get angry because of Chen Yuan's overstepping of his authority.

"grandfather……"

She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling.

He boldly took half a step forward, blocking Chen Yuan's side and front.

The way he acted made it seem like all it would take was for the old man to smash the cup.

She would immediately rush forward to protect Chen Yuan behind her.

The old man looked at his granddaughter's protective manner.

A complex light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He beckoned.

"Wanzhou, come to Grandpa's side."

Shen Wanzhou did not move.

She simply gripped Chen Yuan's clothes even tighter.

Chen Yuan took her cold little hand in his own.

He gently pinched the back of her hand twice with his fingertips.

"Go ahead, I'm here."

His deep voice was like a reassuring pill.

Shen Wanzhou then released her grip and moved step by step to the bedside.

The old man did not visit his granddaughter.

His gaze was like two awls, piercing straight at Chen Yuan, who was standing two steps away.

"You locked up Shen Tiancheng's three billion in the Cayman Islands in just five minutes?"

The old man spoke first.

His voice carried a hint of intimidating power.

Chen Yuan had one hand in his trench coat pocket.

Meeting the old man's gaze, she showed no sign of backing down.

"Three minutes and twenty seconds."

He corrected him in a flat tone.

It's as natural as saying how many minutes it took to fry an egg this morning.

"His so-called firewalls are no different from paper in the eyes of the dark web."

The ward fell silent again.

Uncle Fu, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.

This kid dares to be so arrogant in front of the old master!

If it were anyone else, the old man would have had him thrown into the Huangpu River, skin and bones, long ago.

Just when Uncle Fu thought the old man was about to fly into a rage.

"call--"

The old man suddenly let out a long sigh.

The tension in my shoulders eased.

The oppressive feeling of being in a high position for many years dissipated like the receding tide.

He leaned against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm getting old... I'm really getting old."

The old man's voice carried a hint of helpless vicissitude.

"I've spent my whole life fighting my way up in the business world."

"Thinking that I have a keen eye for people."

"But he didn't realize that he was keeping a group of venomous snakes around him that could bite."

He turned his head and looked at Chen Yuan.

In his cloudy eyes, the wariness had completely transformed into awe and relief.

"You did the right thing regarding Shen Tiancheng."

"To deal with this malignant tumor, we should use swift and decisive measures to eradicate it completely in one fell swoop!"

"If an old man like me were to take action, considering blood ties and family relationships, it would only create trouble for myself."

The old man's words stunned both Uncle Fu and Shen Wanzhou.

Uncle Fu stared in surprise.

This was the first time in decades that he had heard his grandfather admit that he was inferior to a young man.

The old man raised his hand and reached under his pillow.

He pulled out a palm-sized carved rosewood box.

The box is engraved with intricate dragon patterns.

This is a symbol of the identity of the successive heads of the Shen family conglomerate.

It is also the ultimate token for mobilizing the Shen family's hundreds of billions of assets and hidden connections.

"Uncle Fu, help me up."

With Uncle Fu's help, the old man struggled to sit up straight.

He opened the brocade box.

Inside lay a president's seal carved from blood jade.

The blood-red chalcedony shimmered with a cold, powerful luster under the light.

The old man held the seal in both hands.

He looked at Chen Yuan with a solemn expression.

"Kid, you're quite the outsider, managing to stir up such a huge storm in Jianghai City."

"Yet she prefers to hide in the kitchen, cooking and preparing meals for my granddaughter."

"I trust your methods, but I trust your character even more."

He handed the seal, along with the brocade box, towards Chen Yuan.

"Those old fogies in the Shen Group should have been replaced long ago."

"Wanzhou is too soft-hearted to keep those wolves in check."

"Today, I am giving this seal to you."

The old man held Chen Yuan's hand, his cloudy eyes filled with resolute entrustment: "The Shen family is now in your hands, young man. Don't let my granddaughter suffer any injustice."