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

The frosted glass door was pushed open by a large, bony hand.

The sealing strips that block moisture rub against the floor tiles.

It made a soft creaking sound.

A plume of white mist, carrying the refreshing scent of shower gel, billowed out of the bathroom in an instant.

They rushed into the originally slightly cool and spacious master bedroom.

Chen Yuan was wearing a dark gray silk bathrobe.

The belt was just loosely knotted.

As he stepped out of the bathroom.

Large, firm, and toned chest and abdominal muscles were faintly visible under the warm yellow wall lamp.

A few drops of water, not yet dried, slid down his sharp jawline.

It slammed onto the collarbone, then sank deep into the bathrobe along the grooves of the muscles.

He was holding a pure white dry towel in his hand.

He was casually wiping his still dripping black short hair.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom.

Chen Yuan's gaze, with a familiar composure, fell upon the custom-made double bed that occupied a vast area.

Over the past few months.

Every night after I take a shower.

What he usually saw was that socially awkward little cat who wrapped herself up like an airtight silken roll.

She left only a small gap to secretly observe him.

Occasionally, a glimpse of her fair and tender calves would appear, but she would quickly retreat back into the covers once she noticed his gaze.

But today.

The familiar white bulge was nowhere to be seen on that large bed.

A corner of the smooth silk quilt was lifted.

Chen Yuan's hand, which was drying his hair, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His dark eyes suddenly narrowed.

The image reflected in the pupils.

It honed his skills over many years in the dark web and the business world, giving him the composure to remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before him.

In less than a second.

It collapsed with a crash, shattering into nothingness.

Under the warm yellow light of the bedside wall lamp.

That person who would normally hide even if a stranger glanced at them.

The richest woman in China with a net worth of hundreds of billions, who can calmly throw out billions of dollars in front of dozens of business tycoons.

Right now, he's sitting obediently on the edge of the bed with his legs bent.

She was wearing a black lace maid outfit with shockingly little fabric.

It made her already fair and delicate skin look like the finest mutton fat jade.

The black lace camisole was so thin that it looked like it would snap at the slightest pressure.

It tightly outlines the girl's slender waist.

The chest area features a large cutout design.

With her breath becoming rapid due to nervousness.

It subtly reveals a full, undulating shape that evokes a sense of wonder.

That fluffy black cat tail.

Because of the master's haste.

It was unconsciously sweeping lightly across the soft sheets.

It produced a faint rustling sound of fabric.

The most critical thing.

It was the lace choker she was wearing around her neck.

A small golden bell hangs in the very center.

With the action of her swallowing saliva.

Ding-dong.

It produced a crisp, alluring sound.

In this master bedroom, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The bell rang.

It was as if a heavy hammer had struck Chen Yuan's already taut nerves.

Chen Yuan's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

It felt as if a million war drums were beating simultaneously inside my chest.

Boom, boom, boom.

The vibration made his eardrums go numb.

An uncontrollable, feverish rage.

Following the tailbone, it rushes straight to the top of the head like a volcanic eruption.

He even felt a dangerous warmth rising in his nasal cavity.

If only I could take a second look.

He is the president of Star Venture Capital, a fearsome figure on the dark web.

I'm afraid I'll really have a nosebleed on the spot and die right here.

"Wanzhou..."

Chen Yuan's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable, as if he had swallowed a handful of scalding hot sand.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

Those eyes, usually calm as still water, were now surging with an uncontrollable crimson.

Shen Wanzhou heard his voice change.

Her already flushed cheeks looked even redder now, as if they were about to bleed.

A blush spread all the way to the base of her ears.

Her long neck and delicate collarbone were tinged with a rich, ripe blush.

She bit her lower lip hard.

A pale mark was pressed into her lips, faintly revealing a hint of grievance and shame.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, their fingernails digging into the skin on the back of their hands.

The nerve in my brain called "reserve" and "social anxiety".

Under Chen Yuan's burning gaze, which seemed to want to devour him.

It completely broke into pieces of useless wire.

This is the "sincerity" she came up with.

To keep an eye on her female special forces best friend who had a gleam in her eyes.

She's even abandoned all pretense of being the richest woman in China.

She looked up.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes timidly met Chen Yuan's gaze.

A touch of endearing red tinged the corners of her eyes.

then.

She opened her rosy lips.

Her voice was as soft and sweet as a cotton candy that was about to melt.

With a noticeable tremor in his voice and a hint of resolute determination.

"Master...Master."

boom--!

These two words.

It's like a powerful nuclear bomb.

It exploded in Chen Yuan's mind.

At this moment, the defenses of reason were completely burned to ashes.

Forget about gradual progress.

Forget about restraint and patience.

Facing the girl he cherishes dearly.

Wearing such a blood-pumping outfit, with red eyes, they come to demand "sincerity".

If he can still hold back.

He's not a normal man.

Snapped.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the clean, dry white towel onto the Persian carpet.

He didn't say another word of nonsense.

Take long strides.

In just a few steps, he traversed the brief distance between the two of them.

He was still damp and exuded an aggressive masculine aura.

Like a black whirlwind.

He strode closer to the bedside.

Shen Wanzhou hadn't reacted yet.

Suddenly everything went black.

Its towering body had already pressed down on us, overwhelming us.

"ah!"

She let out a short gasp.

The sound was barely uttered before it was shattered into a broken, breathy sound.

My body instantly lost its balance.

Chen Yuan's large hand precisely gripped her slender wrist.

With a little force.

He gently pushed her down into the soft silk quilt.

The mattress made a dull thud.

The fluffy cat tail was tucked under its body.

The lace bells around her neck jingled rapidly.

Their intertwined breaths created an atmosphere of intense intimacy.

Chen Yuan bent one knee and knelt on the edge of the bed.

He placed his hands on the mattress on either side of her head.

He looked down at the girl he had imprisoned in his arms.

Those unfathomable black eyes were now surging with undisguised passion and possessiveness.

It's like a ferocious beast that has finally waited for its prey to walk into its trap.

Shen Wanzhou felt flustered and confused by his gaze.

She instinctively wanted to shrink back.

But there was a mattress right behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

That familiar, cool soap scent mingled with the man's astonishing heat.

Wrap her up completely.

Even the surrounding air was sucked dry.

"I...I just..."

She stammered as she tried to explain.

They were trying to regain a little bit of the initiative.

Those restless little hands pressed against Chen Yuan's chest.

They were as soft as two balls of cotton, and you couldn't exert any strength at all.

Chen Yuan did not give her that chance.

He lowered his head.

His slightly cool, thin lips brushed against her earlobe.

It triggered an uncontrollable shudder.

The man's presence pressed down on her, his low, husky voice burning against her neck: "You brought this on yourself, don't even think about begging for mercy tonight."