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The entire conference room

More than twenty senior executives of the group, each with a net worth of over 100 million yuan.

They all stared intently at the female tyrant in the main seat, whose cheeks were puffed out like a hamster's.

Even breathing became a cautious affair.

The piece of pork rib in Shen Wanzhou's mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore.

The hot rib was stuck in my throat; I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't spit it out.

She turned her head stiffly.

Those peach blossom eyes, which had been cold and sharp just moments before, were now misty with tears.

It conveyed a sense of panic and helplessness at being caught red-handed.

She bit down hard on the tip of the chopsticks.

Her originally pale cheeks instantly turned bright red.

A blush spread all the way down her slender neck, and even her ears felt burning hot.

Meeting adjourned.

Before Shen Wanzhou could even try to make amends...

Standing beside her, Chen Yuan coldly uttered two words.

His deep voice echoed in the quiet conference room, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

He had one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

He held the pair of pure silver chopsticks in his other hand.

His gaze swept indifferently over the group of dumbfounded executives.

"Didn't you understand?"

This seemingly casual question was like a death warrant.

A chaotic rustling sound filled the conference room as chairs scraped against each other.

The twenty-odd executives looked like prisoners who had been granted a pardon.

He didn't even bother to tidy up the documents on the table.

One by one, they slipped out of the meeting room with reports tucked under their arms, heads down.

When leaving, they even thoughtfully closed the two heavy, soundproof wooden doors tightly.

Until we reached the corridor.

Only then did these business tycoons dare to breathe freely.

They wiped the cold sweat from each other's foreheads, their eyes filled with unspoken shock.

She can make Chairman Shen act like such a timid woman.

In this lifetime, I guess I'll only ever encounter that living Yama, the one carrying a lunchbox.

In the conference room.

Shen Wanzhou finally swallowed the piece of pork rib.

She buried her face in her hands and leaned over the large black walnut desk.

"How embarrassing..."

A muffled nasal sound escaped from between his fingers.

"Now the whole company knows I'm a gluttonous glutton."

A low, muffled laugh escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

He pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.

He pushed the still-steaming box of crab roe tofu in front of her.

"Let's eat first."

"There is also a global online financial summit at 2 p.m.

"If your stomach is empty, you'll start complaining of pain again later."

I heard the words "summit".

Shen Wanzhou lifted her head from her arms.

She was indeed hungry.

I was so focused on being nervous and trying to act aloof that I barely ate any breakfast.

The aroma alone is so enticing that my stomach is already rumbling with hunger.

She picked up a spoon and began shoveling large mouthfuls of rice and tofu into her mouth.

Because he ate so fast, his cheeks were bulging out.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair.

He took out a tissue and naturally wiped away the fine sweat that had seeped from the tip of her nose.

His deep eyes were filled with an unyielding indulgence.

It was exactly 2 PM.

The layout of Conference Room 1 has been quickly adjusted.

On the wall directly in front.

A large, ultra-high-definition LED screen that filled the entire wall was lowered down.

The screen is divided into dozens of small sections.

Representatives of top chaebols from global financial centers such as Wall Street, London, and Tokyo.

They have been gradually connected to this highest-level video conference.

Shen Wanzhou sat in the main seat.

The pure black business suit was without a single wrinkle.

The blush on her face had long since faded completely.

She regained her aloof and unapproachable empress aura.

He placed his hands crossed on the table, his back ramrod straight.

The air conditioning in the conference room was turned up very high.

But for Shen Wanzhou, who had just eaten a hot lunch...

The warm feeling in her stomach gave her boundless confidence to face this global live broadcast.

Chen Yuan did not give way.

He was wearing that bespoke suit, looking like a guardian deity.

She stood quietly behind Shen Wanzhou's chair.

The images on the large screen changed frequently.

The conference room was filled with the sounds of various capital giants using their full-English technical jargon.

This summit.

It's not just a decision-making meeting at the internal senior management level.

It is also an industry trendsetter that is broadcast live simultaneously to tens of millions of investors worldwide through major financial media outlets.

Shen Wanzhou's every glance, every movement.

These events will cause global stock markets to tremble within seconds.

"Regarding the restructuring of the semiconductor supply chain in the Asia-Pacific region in the second half of the year..."

On the screen, a Wall Street tycoon is speaking eloquently.

Shen Wanzhou frowned slightly, her eyes sharply fixed on the other party's data.

She opened her red lips, just about to retort in fluent English.

Chen Yuan, who was standing diagonally behind her, suddenly moved.

He didn't speak.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

His tall body leaned slightly forward.

A long, slender arm reached over the back of the chair.

His large, well-defined hand reached directly towards Shen Wanzhou's icy face.

Shen Wanzhou was stunned.

His pupils dilated slightly, and his gaze involuntarily followed the approaching hand.

The business terms I had prepared in my mind suddenly went blank.

Tens of millions of eyes around the world are watching the close-up shots from high-definition cameras.

Staring intently at the screen.

This is being broadcast live!

What is this special assistant standing behind Chairman Shen up to?!

Assassination? Coup?

Just as everyone held their breath, and some were even preparing to call the police.

Chen Yuan's hand stopped at the corner of Shen Wanzhou's lips.

His thumb pad.

It bore a thin callus from years of holding a knife.

At the corner of Shen Wanzhou's mouth, which was painted with bright red lipstick.

Gently.

I wiped it off.

That was a grain of glistening white rice that Shen Wanzhou had accidentally gotten on her plate because she had eaten too quickly.

Chen Yuan's movements were natural.

There was no awkwardness or deliberate effort whatsoever.

It's like casually wiping the food crumbs from your wife's mouth at the dinner table at home.

After wiping.

He even used his fingertips on that soft skin.

With a hint of doting affection, he gently stroked it for half a second.

Then he withdrew his hand, grabbed a wet wipe, and slowly wiped the rice grains from his fingertips.

the whole process.

No more than three seconds.

But the air in the meeting room seemed to have been paused.

On the big screen, a Wall Street tycoon was giving a long and eloquent speech.

His mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.

The sound stopped abruptly, like a cassette tape being cut off.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a "boom".

The cold white of the Ice Queen instantly transformed into the red of a cooked tomato.

This is being broadcast live worldwide!

He did it in front of tens of millions of people.

Wipe the rice off her mouth with your finger!

She bit her lower lip hard, her fingers tearing the fabric of her suit dress into a tangled mess under the table.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

My ears felt like they were on fire.

Chen Yuan's gesture of wiping his mouth was transmitted via satellite signal to the screens of tens of millions of viewers around the world without reservation.