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

Warm breath brushed against her hair.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks looked as if they had been roasted by fire, and the blush spread all the way to the back of her fair neck.

The pink paper airplane in her hand, folded crookedly, had several creases from being pinched by her fingertips.

The bitterness and unease that arose from seeing gossip news were completely soothed by this straightforward love confession.

The next morning.

Early summer sunlight filters through the clouds, casting dappled light and shadow on the French plane trees at Cloud Top Manor.

Today is a special day.

On the helipad of the manor, a jet-black helicopter landed steadily, accompanied by the roar of its massive rotors.

A strong wind whipped up the broken leaves on the lawn.

The cabin door was pushed open.

A woman with short, ear-length hair and wearing black sunglasses nimbly jumped directly from the two-meter-high cabin.

Without any cushioning, the military boots landed firmly on the hardened ground of the tarmac.

It emitted a dull thud.

She was wearing a camouflage tactical vest and loose cargo pants.

On the exposed forearms, the muscle lines are firm and smooth.

His skin tone is a wheat color, honed by years of exposure to wind and sun.

On the right upper arm, a faint, old, whitish scar can be seen.

Leng Yue is Shen Wanzhou's only best friend in the world since childhood.

She is also the only female special forces team leader in China's top overseas peacekeeping forces.

She has spent years fighting her way through gunfire in the Middle East and Africa.

The bloody aura and ruthless decisiveness emanating from him were even stronger than those of Eagle, the head of security at the manor.

If Chen Yuan is Shen Wanzhou's shield in the business world...

That cold moon was Shen Wanzhou's last line of defense in the real world.

"Wanzhou!"

Leng Yue took off her sunglasses, and her sharp, eagle-like eyes softened instantly when she saw the girl in the floral dress at the entrance of the hall.

She strode over.

He opened his arms and gave Shen Wanzhou a tight bear hug.

The force was so great that Shen Wanzhou coughed slightly twice.

"I haven't seen you for months, how come you've gained weight?"

Leng Yue released her hand and pinched Shen Wanzhou's slightly chubby cheeks.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

She knows her best friend very well.

When anorexia flares up, even while receiving glucose, the patient will vomit acid.

I used to be so thin that I looked like a gust of wind could blow me away.

Now, not only is his complexion rosy, but even the sickly gloom that had lingered in his eyes for years has disappeared.

"Because... I've been eating better lately."

Shen Wanzhou rubbed her cheeks, which had been pinched red, her lips pursed, but her eyes were sparkling.

Leng Yue raised an eyebrow slightly.

She took leave to return to China this time because of the encrypted network of overseas troops.

I saw the news that caused a huge uproar in China about the "President of Xingchen Venture Capital and the richest woman in the Shen family".

Even more outrageous, the news reported that the man who controlled trillions of dollars was cooking for Wanzhou at the manor every day.

In Leng Yue's understanding.

No man in the business world is easy to deal with.

The more perfect and affectionate one appears, the better.

The deeper their intentions, the more ulterior motives they harbor.

A financial tycoon who can manipulate events on the dark web.

Running to a woman's house, wearing an apron, and becoming a stay-at-home husband?

This sounds like a carefully crafted, gentle trap to swallow up the Shen family conglomerate.

She was afraid that her naive best friend would be sold out and still be counting the money for the seller.

So they applied for a special flight route overnight and flew back.

"Alright, your clothes are too thin. Go upstairs and change into a thicker coat. It's windy after the rain."

Leng Yue patted Shen Wanzhou on the shoulder and pushed her towards the stairwell without saying a word.

"I'll go for a stroll in the back garden and see how the butler has improved the security of the manor."

Shen Wanzhou didn't think much of it, obediently nodded, and lifted her skirt to walk upstairs.

It wasn't until Shen Wanzhou's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs that they were able to see her.

The smile on Leng Yue's face vanished instantly.

A layer of cold wariness returned to those eyes.

She turned around, her heavy military boots clattering as she walked straight through the hall toward the manor's back garden.

The sunlight in the back garden is gentle.

A gentle breeze rustled through the neat row of tomato vines.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up.

He was carrying a wicker basket.

I'm carefully selecting a few ripe Provençal tomatoes.

He planned to make a tomato and beef brisket dish for lunch, as the sweet and sour flavor would be the most appetizing.

Sunlight shone on his deep, aloof profile, revealing a serene tranquility that seemed untouched by worldly strife.

Tap, tap, tap.

The heavy thud of military boots echoed across the lawn.

Approaching directly, with undisguised hostility and probing intent.

Chen Yuan didn't look up, and he didn't even pause in picking the tomatoes.

He simply placed the bright red tomato steadily into the basket.

Leng Yue stopped less than two meters away from him.

She crossed her arms and looked down at the man who was picking vegetables.

From that perfectly wrinkle-free T-shirt to those clean, slender hands.

This appearance is indeed perfect to the extreme.

No wonder he could be so infatuated with that silly girl, Wanzhou.

But in the eyes of female special forces soldiers who have fought their way through the battlefield.

This is the kind of man who only knows how to type on a keyboard and use money and food to please women.

Essentially, he's nothing more than a pretty face in a suit.

When faced with real danger, this type of person will run faster than anyone else.

"Are you the legendary Chen Yuan?"

Leng Yue spoke.

His voice was cold and hard, with a questioning tone characteristic of soldiers.

Chen Yuan straightened up.

He casually slung the shopping basket over his arm.

His dark eyes swept indifferently over the aggressive woman before him.

"Yes."

There is only one word, without any further explanation.

He did not show the slightest anger at the other party's provocation.

This indifferent reaction only fueled Leng Yue's anger.

Pretend.

"I don't care how many titles you have outside, or how many billions you control."

Leng Yue took a step closer.

The metal buckles on the tactical vest made a slight clinking sound.

"Wanzhou is stubborn; once she sets her mind on someone, she'll stick with them to the end."

"But I'm different."

"In my dictionary, only absolute power can protect her."

"Instead of a bowl of pork rib soup with added sugar."

As she spoke, she took out the tactical straps from her waist.

He slowly and deliberately unsheathed the blood-stained black military combat knife.

The metal scabbard gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

Chen Yuan watched her movements, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Looks like we'll have to cook lunch a little later today.

Leng Yue ripped off her leather gloves, threw her general's knife onto the lawn, and cracked her knuckles as she did so: "I heard you can not only cook but also hack? But here, protecting Wanzhou relies on my fists. Dare to have a go?"