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

In the study, the pale blue light from the screen completely dimmed.

Only the half-moonlight filtering in through the window remained.

And the irresistible, cool, soapy scent emanating from the man.

Shen Wanzhou rested her chin on Chen Yuan's broad shoulder.

Warm breath brushed against his neck, causing a slight tickle.

That phrase, "the only home," is like a soft brush.

It swept fiercely through the most vulnerable lines of her heart.

Her eyes welled up with a sour, reddish tingle.

Two fair and delicate arms tightened around Chen Yuan's waist.

His knuckles were tinged with a faint bluish-white from the force he exerted, as if he wanted to embed himself into his very bones.

"Chen Yuan".

She pressed her cheek tightly against the warm fabric of his shirt.

His voice was muffled, with a hint of barely concealed sobbing.

"From now on, it's my turn to take care of you."

Over the past six months.

In this manor that she once used as a tomb for the living dead.

It was this man who, through the warmth and comfort of everyday meals, gradually pulled her out of the abyss.

He shielded her from all the malice from the outside world.

It cleared away the hidden arrows of family infighting for her.

They even went so far as to use trillions of dollars to stir up a massive wave on the dark web.

All for the sake of building an indestructible wall around her.

just now.

She no longer wanted to be a coward who passively endured protection.

She wanted to leave her own warmth in this home.

Chen Yuan felt the warm, damp sensation coming from his back.

His large, well-defined hand covered her small hand that was wrapped around his waist.

He gently stroked the delicate skin on the back of her hand with his fingertips.

A deep laugh reverberated in his chest.

"it is good."

There were no unnecessary excuses, nor any chauvinistic refusal.

he knows.

This little cat, which used to tremble when it encountered strangers, has truly given all its trust and confidence.

They were all handed over to him.

As night deepened, the two embraced quietly in the study.

Even time seemed to slow down in this tranquility.

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The birdsong outside the window sounded distant and ethereal through the soundproof glass.

On the large double bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Chen Yuan's breathing was steady and long.

Shen Wanzhou was like a little mouse that had done something wrong.

She gently lifted the thick silk quilt covering her body.

She didn't even dare touch her favorite pair of bunny slippers with little bells.

Barefoot, stepping on the soft cashmere carpet.

He kept turning back to make sure Chen Yuan hadn't woken up.

Then he slipped out of the bedroom and ran down the spiral staircase.

The semi-transparent glass door to the kitchen on the first floor was gently pushed open.

In front of a huge double-door refrigerated display case.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a loose-fitting light gray hooded sweatshirt.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.

Her fair face was tense as she stared intently at the prepared ingredients in the chilled food section, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The boast I made last night.

This morning is the time to cash out.

She took a deep breath and took out a box of tiger prawns and a few dried scallops.

Based on his vague memory of secretly watching Chen Yuan cook, he...

I turned on the tap.

The sound of rushing water echoed in the kitchen in the early morning.

"First, remove the shrimp vein..."

She muttered to herself, holding a toothpick in her hand.

I didn't know where to start with that slippery, fresh shrimp.

The sharp edge of the shrimp shell poked her fingertip.

"hiss--"

She gasped in pain and shook her hand.

A tiny red dot immediately appeared on my fingertip.

But she didn't stop.

Biting her lower lip, she continued to struggle with the pile of seafood.

After half an hour.

In the casserole dish on the high-end smart gas stove.

Finally, the bubbling sound of boiling could be heard.

White steam rose from the ceramic pot lid, releasing a slightly mixed, fishy smell.

Shen Wanzhou held a long-handled soup spoon in her hand.

Standing in front of the stove, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

That face that was originally clean and tidy.

I don't know when it got stained with a dark gray stain.

With her tense expression as she stared intently at the casserole, she looked just like a little kitten that had just crawled out of a coal mine.

"It should be... ripe by now, right?"

She stirred the pot haphazardly with a spoon a couple of times.

Looking at the shrimp meat that had been cooked until it was falling apart and the sticky rice grains inside.

My heart was pounding.

This looks just like the golden, translucent, and perfectly separated premium seafood porridge that Chen Yuan usually serves.

They're worlds apart.

Just as she was debating whether to scrap it and start over.

The kitchen glass door was pulled open from the outside.

"Why are you up so early?"

Chen Yuan's low, husky, and languid voice rang out from the doorway.

He was wearing a black cotton loungewear set, and his hair was messy.

It was obvious that she had just woken up and found no one around, so she went downstairs to look for him.

Shen Wanzhou was startled.

The soup ladle in my hand clattered against the edge of the casserole.

"You...how did you wake up!"

She instinctively spread her arms, trying to block the still-bubbling "crime scene" behind her.

But the seafood porridge had a slightly burnt smell.

It had already entered Chen Yuan's nasal cavity.

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the obvious black and gray mark on her face.

Then look at her, standing in front of the stove as if facing a formidable enemy and protecting her food.

A soft, unyielding light instantly appeared in his deep eyes.

He strode up to her.

I didn't expose her disguise.

Instead, he naturally extended his thumb and gently wiped away the stain on her cheek.

Rough fingertips brushed against delicate skin.

It caused a slight itch.

"Are you making me breakfast?"

He spoke very softly, afraid of startling the cat, which rarely cooks.

Shen Wanzhou's face flushed instantly.

A blush spread all the way down to the depths of her slender neck.

She lowered her head, her toes curling awkwardly on the smooth floor tiles.

"It might not taste very good..."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

She slowly moved half a step to the side.

He gave up the tattered clay pot behind him.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He walked right past her and picked up two white porcelain bowls from the kitchen counter.

Lift the lid off the pot.

A wisp of white steam, mixed with a slightly burnt smell, wafted towards us.

The noodles at the bottom of the pot had stuck together from overcooking, and the shrimp meat was a bit dry.

In the eyes of any Michelin chef, this would be a pot of substandard waste.

But Chen Yuan didn't even flinch.

He swiftly ladled out two bowls.

It was served on the long solid wood table in the restaurant.

The morning sun shining through the window cast a golden glow on the table, giving the poorly presented breakfast a golden hue.

The peach trees in the yard have bloomed.

The pink and white petals swayed gently in the early summer breeze.

"Come and eat."

Chen Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down in the main seat.

Pick up your chopsticks.

Shen Wanzhou followed behind and awkwardly sat down opposite her.

Her hands were tightly twisting the hem of her hoodie.

She watched longingly as Chen Yuan picked up a mouthful of sticky porridge.

Put it in your mouth.

No chewing.

He swallowed it directly.

"How is it?"

Shen Wanzhou was so nervous that she stopped breathing.

Her peach blossom eyes were fixed on his Adam's apple.

Chen Yuan scooped up another spoonful of shrimp meat.

He ate it all up without batting an eye.

"I put in too much rice and cooked it for five minutes too long."

He gave a sharp and insightful professional assessment.

Then, in Shen Wanzhou's gradually dimming gaze.

He then changed the subject.

"But I like it very much."

His deep black eyes stared straight into hers.

It carries an undisguised favoritism and indulgence.

"I want to eat this every morning from now on."

Shen Wanzhou was stunned.

My tense shoulders instantly relaxed.

A layer of tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing two shallow dimples.

This seafood congee looked terrible.

Chen Yuan didn't even leave the last bit of crispy rice at the bottom of the pot; he ate it all up.

Not a single drop of soup was left.

The sunlight cast long, overlapping shadows of the two people on the Persian carpet.

There was no more bloodshed and darkness from the outside world.

Only in this manor does the warmth and life of everyday life belong to the two of them.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Chen Yuan looked at the girl's expectant eyes and chuckled softly, "This porridge is quite good. But next, I have to deal with a little 'small business' that will change the world."