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

The strong scent of industrial fragrance rushed towards her as she leaned forward.

There was not a ripple in Chen Yuan's dark eyes.

He watched as that face, covered in makeup, was about to rub against his impeccably tailored haute couture shirt.

He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

Her long, slender legs suddenly shifted on the wooden floor.

His body moved a full step to the left with almost imperceptible speed.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or tenderness.

It's like avoiding a pool of foul-smelling sewage.

"what!"

Having missed her target, Liu Feifei lost her only support.

What was originally feigned fragility instantly turned into uncontrollable gravitational acceleration.

The ten-centimeter stiletto heels slid hard across the smooth floor.

He lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

His chin slammed heavily against the hard wooden floor.

It produced a dull thud.

Her carefully styled hair instantly came undone, and a few strands of hair were messily stuck to her face.

That proud deep-V bodycon dress was torn and deformed the moment she fell.

A large area of ​​his shoulder was exposed, with scraped skin and blood seeping out.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze for a second.

Chen Yuan looked down at the woman lying on the ground.

His eyes were as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

"If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them. Don't try to scam people."

The eight cold words were like a rusty, dull knife.

It scraped hard against Liu Feifei's eardrum.

Chen Yuan didn't look at her again.

With long strides, her leather shoes clicking on the carpet, she walked into the VIP restaurant at the end of the corridor without looking back.

Liu Feifei lay on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and got up from the ground.

Watching that merciless departing figure, a flash of extreme resentment and bitterness crossed his eyes.

In this circle, there's never a man that Liu Feifei can't win over!

Isn't it just that she likes to pretend to be high and mighty?

The more a man tries to maintain his dignity, the more likely he is to fall into depravity once he is brought down from his pedestal.

She rubbed her wrist, which ached from the fall.

She pulled a makeup mirror from her designer bag and quickly tidied her messy hair and dress.

He limped behind Chen Yuan and walked into the VIP restaurant.

The VIP restaurant at Yunting Club is decorated in an extremely luxurious style.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow.

Chen Yuan sat in a secluded booth by the window.

He didn't leave immediately after finishing his business with the overseas supplier.

The club's kitchen has a batch of top-quality king crabs that have just been airlifted from the Arctic Ocean.

He's negotiating with the manager here, planning to buy it and bring it back to Genting Manor.

I'm making porridge for my little glutton at home who's always clamoring for seafood.

I just picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip.

That lingering perfume scent drifted over again with the air conditioning.

Liu Feifei swayed her hips as she walked in high heels.

Like a stubborn plaster, he sat down directly in the chair opposite Chen Yuan.

"Chairman Chen, I'm so sorry about earlier."

She tossed her hair, deliberately revealing her fair neck.

The smile on her face was replaced by a charming and ingratiating one.

"I'm usually quite careful when I walk, but these heels are probably too high."

Chen Yuan put down the glass of water.

The bottom of the cup struck the marble tabletop with a crisp sound.

"Can't you understand human language?"

He stared coldly at the woman opposite him.

Liu Feifei had an extremely thick skin and was completely immune to this cold attitude.

She knew that Chen Yuan had become famous in the cooking competition and was a person obsessed with food.

To deal with this kind of man, you have to start with his interests and hobbies.

"Chairman Chen, please don't be so unapproachable."

She tapped the table lightly with her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish.

"It's widely rumored in the industry that you are not only the head of Xingchen Venture Capital, but also a reclusive culinary master."

"I don't have any other hobbies, but I'm extremely picky about food."

"I got tired of those Michelin three-star chefs after a few bites."

"It's such a coincidence that we've met today."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice low and blatantly suggestive.

"I wonder if I will have the honor of tasting Chairman Chen's homemade cooking?"

"As long as I can have a bite, I'll do whatever Chairman Chen asks me to do in the future..."

These words, on the surface, were an attempt to ask for a meal.

The underlying meaning was practically written all over their faces: they were practically begging for money.

Chen Yuan looked at her self-righteous, manipulative attitude.

The disgust in his eyes almost materialized.

To have him cook for women other than Shen Wanzhou outside the manor?

This woman has probably gone mad.

He was just about to call security to remove the pile of trash.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

A cold, emotionless smirk appeared on Chen Yuan's lips.

"Want to eat something I made?"

When Liu Feifei saw that he had given in, she thought that her charm had finally worked.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded frantically.

"it is good."

Chen Yuan stood up.

"Wait here."

He strode forward and headed straight for the open kitchen at the back of the restaurant.

When the club's chefs saw this legendary culinary master enter, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

They all gave up the central stove.

Chen Yuan didn't even wear an apron.

My gaze swept over the scraps area in the back kitchen.

They didn't touch the expensive Wagyu beef and seafood.

He grabbed a handful of the cheapest noodles at random.

I just threw it into boiling water and cooked it briefly, without even checking if it was raw or cooked.

Take it out, drain it, and throw it into an ordinary white porcelain bowl.

Then, he turned and walked towards the condiment area.

Among a pile of expensive sauces, he accurately found a tube of "Devil's Death Mustard" that was still unopened.

This is an extreme seasoning used in the kitchen for punishment games.

It is more than fifty times spicier than regular wasabi.

One bite can make you lose your sense of taste for three days.

Chen Yuan unscrewed the lid.

Without any hesitation.

He squeezed the entire tube of the thick, green paste into the bowl of noodles.

Then stir quickly with chopsticks.

When the wasabi is scalded by the hot noodles, it instantly releases a pungent and eye-watering aroma.

The chef next to him only took one sniff and his eyes started watering. He covered his nose and backed away.

Chen Yuan remained unfazed.

I picked up the bowl of noodles with the eerie green liquid floating on top and walked back to the restaurant.

Snapped.

The white porcelain bowl was placed heavily in front of Liu Feifei.

"Eat."

Chen Yuan stood by the table, his hands in his pockets.

He looked down at her.

Liu Feifei looked at the bowl of plain noodles in front of her, which looked terrible and didn't even have a single scallion.

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

But in order to prove that he "knows how to eat" and to win over this trillion-dollar CEO.

She gritted her teeth and forced out a smile of admiration.

"Even a simple bowl of noodles made by Chairman Chen must contain a great secret."

She picked up her chopsticks.

To show that he couldn't wait.

I picked up a large mouthful of noodles coated in green wasabi sauce.

It was stuffed directly into my mouth.

They didn't even blow on it.

The first moment the noodles touch your mouth.

It wasn't as delicious as I had imagined.

There was only a terrifyingly spicy sensation that seemed capable of burning through the top of one's head.

Like a miniature nuclear bomb, it exploded in her mouth.

From the tip of the tongue to the throat, then to the nasal cavity and eye sockets.

All the nerves were completely destroyed in that one second.

That kind of spiciness is not ordinary spiciness.

It was a pain akin to chemical corrosion.

"Hmm!"

As soon as Liu Feifei swallowed, her face instantly turned a deep liver color, tears and snot streamed down her face, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat and convulsing violently.