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

Hidden within that seemingly plain bowl of noodles is a whole tube of highly concentrated "Death Wasabi".

This is a bizarre seasoning used in underground kitchens for extreme punishment games.

It is seventy times spicier than regular wasabi.

The moment it touches the oral mucosa, it feels like swallowing a flaming knife with barbs.

Chop down along the esophagus.

It felt as if a whole burning red charcoal had been forcibly stuffed into my stomach.

"Help...water...give me water!"

Liu Feifei's throat was swollen and tight, and the sound she made was like a duck being squeezed by the neck.

She gripped her slender neck tightly with both hands.

The meticulously manicured French nails left several glaring scratches on the fair skin.

The "pure and lustful goddess" facade she usually maintained shattered into pieces in the face of extreme physical pain.

That high-slit, deep-V bodycon dress, worth six figures and designed by a famous designer.

It was rolling around on the dusty and water-stained wooden floor.

It was covered in grime that I don’t know where it came from.

The delicate eyeliner smudged with the torrent of tears, forming two huge black circles around her eyes.

Snot streamed down her face, sliding down her lips painted with a striking red lipstick and dripping onto the floor.

Disgraceful, ugly, and disgusting.

The VIP guests who were dining quietly nearby.

Startled by the pig-slaughtering commotion, they all stood up and took several steps back, still holding their wine glasses.

He was terrified that this crazy woman would get on him.

Several waiters carrying trays were so frightened that they stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

The assistant just went to the restroom.

Just as I pushed the door open and came in, I saw this terrible scene on the ground.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto Liu Feifei's side.

I frantically rummaged through my bag for the thermos.

"Sister Feifei! Don't scare me!"

The assistant's hands were shaking so badly he couldn't even unscrew the cup lid.

After finally managing to unscrew it, he shoved the spout right up to Liu Feifei's lips.

However, Liu Feifei's respiratory tract was severely swollen, and she couldn't even swallow a drop of water.

The half-mouthful of mineral water I just drank was mixed with stomach acid and green mustard residue.

It suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

Splash!

She vomited it all over her proud, sexy battle dress.

The entire VIP restaurant of the golf club was instantly filled with a pungent, spicy, and nauseating sour smell.

"Waaah—waaah—"

Fifteen minutes later, the sharp siren of an ambulance shattered the tranquility of the western suburbs.

Several paramedics rushed into the restaurant, pushing a stretcher.

They hurriedly lifted Liu Feifei, who was still convulsing and rolling on the ground, and whose consciousness was blurred, and carried her up.

"Extensive burns to the acute gastric mucosa, severe respiratory edema and spasm. Prepare oxygen via face mask immediately and notify the emergency room to prepare for gastric lavage!"

The emergency doctor put an oxygen mask on Liu Feifei while loudly issuing instructions.

The stretcher wheels made a rapid creaking sound on the wooden floor as it quickly passed through the crowd.

Liu Feifei's face was covered in tears, snot, and vomit.

The moment the stretcher was pushed out of the club's gate.

It was clearly exposed to the paparazzi cameras that had been lying in wait at the door.

Click! Click! Click!

The blinding flashes of light were continuous, and the shutter sounds were incessant.

Liu Feifei tried to cover her face with her hand, but the spasms all over her body left her without the strength to even lift a finger.

Tomorrow's entertainment section already has ready-made, bombshell material for its headlines.

#A-list actress Liu Feifei suffers sudden illness at restaurant, foaming at the mouth and her image ruined#

#PureDesireCeilingPossiblySent toICUD Due to Inappropriate Diet#

Once these hashtags gain traction, her carefully cultivated "pure and innocent playboy" persona will completely collapse.

And next to the handwashing sink in the corner of the restaurant.

Chen Yuan didn't spare even a glance at the chaos and turmoil behind him.

It was as if what lay there was just a bag of insignificant trash.

He pulled out a disinfectant wipe from the kitchen counter.

He slowly and methodically wiped each finger.

It was as if I had just touched the bowl containing the wasabi noodles, and it had gotten dirty from something that couldn't be washed off.

"Trying to outsmart me."

Chen Yuan crumpled the used wet wipe into a ball and casually tossed it into the sensor-activated trash can next to him.

His dark eyes glanced at the stretcher that had already been carried out the door.

His eyes were so cold that a layer of frost, which would never melt, had formed.

"Your level isn't even as good as a single hair on my wife's head."

The scent of this cheap, artificially synthesized perfume, coupled with that pretentious, clingy green tea act.

Not only did it not cause him any ripples, but it also made him feel a churning in his stomach.

Trying to cross his bottom line with just a bit of looks is simply courting death.

He strode forward and pushed open the club's glass revolving door.

A black bulletproof Maybach was already waiting at the bottom of the steps.

The eagle opened the car door and stood respectfully to the side.

Chen Yuan bent down and sat in the back seat.

"Back to the manor."

His deep voice filled the spacious carriage, carrying a barely perceptible hint of longing to return home.

Compared to all the disgusting schemes and temptations outside...

All he can think about right now is getting back home as soon as possible.

Look at that picky cat at home, did it finish its medicinal meal at noon today?

Have you ever cried in bed because of thunder or strangers approaching?

The Maybach drove smoothly out of the city.

The trees lining the mountain road were left behind.

Half an hour later.

The black and gold gates of Genting Manor slowly slid open to both sides.

Chen Yuan walked through the courtyard filled with French champagne roses.

Push open the heavy solid wood door of the main building.

There was no television in the lobby.

The afternoon sun shone through the huge French windows, warming the Persian carpet.

A faint peach scent wafted in the air.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a loose-fitting off-white loungewear.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet next to the coffee table, her bare, white feet exposed.

On the glass coffee table in front of me, there was a pile of colorful handmade paper.

She was holding a pink card in her hand.

He was frowning, struggling with the origami video tutorial on the tablet next to him.

"Fold it inwards here... then flip it over along this edge..."

She muttered softly, her voice gentle, yet tinged with a stubbornness that seemed to be defying herself.

Two slender fingers clumsily pinched the edge of the paper.

Because of improper force.

The nose of the aircraft, which should have been sharp, was bent into a crooked, obtuse angle by her.

The wings are also asymmetrical, one higher than the other.

She put down the paper airplane that looked like a misshapen mess, feeling discouraged.

He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled a long breath.

Those usually cold and aloof peach blossom eyes were now filled with frustration and disappointment.

Her lips were slightly pouting, revealing an undisguised coquettishness.

Chen Yuan stood in the entryway, quietly watching this scene.

Looking at her adorable appearance.

The hard, cold ice that had formed in my heart because of Liu Feifei.

It instantly melted into a pool of warm spring water.

He tiptoed around the screen in the entryway.

Walk behind the sofa.

His deep eyes swelled with an unyielding indulgence and doting affection.

This is the girl he's willing to give up his entire fortune to protect.

There was no scheming, no vanity.

It was as clean and pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Even if it's just folding a paper airplane, they can immerse themselves in it wholeheartedly.

Even when faced with the slightest setback, they will reveal their most genuine grievances.

In the cutthroat business world, she is a queen who reigns supreme.

But in his eyes, she was always the cat that only needed to be stroked.

Chen Yuan did not make a sound to disturb them.

He bent down slightly.

His tall and upright body leaned forward.

I braced my hands on the leather edge of the sofa back.

His chin naturally rested over the sofa and gently landed on the top of Shen Wanzhou's fluffy hair.

The familiar, cool scent of soap mingled with the man's steady, even breathing.

It instantly enveloped Shen Wanzhou completely.

Shen Wanzhou's back stiffened abruptly.

The half-finished paper airplane in my hand fell onto the coffee table with a "thud".

The skin at the base of her ears visibly turned a deep, ripe crimson.

My heart skipped a beat in my chest.

"When...when did you get back?"

She didn't even dare to turn her head.

His voice was stammering, tinged with the panic of being caught red-handed.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the fabric of her pajamas on her legs.

Chen Yuan walked behind the sofa, leaned down and rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and doting: "All the women outside combined are not as lovely as a single strand of Boss Shen's hair."