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

The accompanying photo in the news article was a high-resolution image that was clearly taken secretly in the dark.

In the photo.

Wearing an expensive white shirt, Kusen was sweating profusely as he gripped an ordinary Chinese kitchen knife.

They were arguing with the carrots on the cutting board.

Beside this Silicon Valley tycoon was a dark-haired man whose profile was only visible.

He crossed his arms, adopting a languid posture.

That calm and oppressive feeling of trampling and grinding the world's top technology giants underfoot.

Even through blurry pixels.

It still penetrated the screen and slammed into the retinas of billions of netizens around the world.

Inside the open kitchen at Genting Highlands.

The contract has been signed.

Chen Yuan picked up the cooperation agreement that Kusen had presented to him with both hands from the bar.

His well-defined fingers casually turned to the last page.

He didn't even look at the complicated technical barriers clauses.

I only glanced at the profit-sharing figures.

20/80.

Star Ventures took 80%, and Apple took 20%.

This is no longer a business negotiation.

This was a unilateral cession of territory and payment of indemnities, an unequal treaty that humiliated and stripped the country of its sovereignty.

But in Kusen's eyes, as long as he could obtain the license for the "Starry Sky" chip, he could prevent the company from going bankrupt.

Let alone 80% profit, he'd be willing to sweep the streets of Jianghai City.

"Get lost."

Chen Yuan tossed the contract aside, his tone cold and flat.

"Remember, when doing business in China, I set the rules."

Kusen was as if he had been granted a pardon.

His legs were as weak as freshly cooked noodles, and he scrambled out the door with his men.

They were afraid that if they hesitated even for a second, this unpredictable and ruthless devil would change his mind.

The heavy black and gold gate closed once more.

Completely shut out the noise and scorching sun outside.

The lobby returned to its quiet state, with only the air conditioning running.

Chen Yuan turned around, his gaze falling on the pile of horribly mangled carrots on the cutting board.

The things Kusen cut out looked even worse than something a dog would chew.

The thick ones are like fingers, while the thin ones are broken into several pieces.

This kind of trash would be in Shen Wanzhou's salad bowl.

That picky cat would definitely wrinkle its nose and refuse to eat, looking pitiful.

Light, quick footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Shen Wanzhou, wearing a peach-colored pajama set, rubbed her eyes as she came down from the second floor.

She had just woken up from her afternoon nap, and her hair was still messy.

A few stray hairs playfully clung to her fair cheeks.

"They're gone?"

She shuffled to the kitchen bar in her bunny slippers.

She peeked out the window, her voice soft and sweet, with a slightly nasal tone, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"Yes, they've been sent away."

The coldness in Chen Yuan's eyes vanished instantly.

It was covered with a layer of unyielding warmth.

"Are you hungry? Go wash your hands first, the side dishes will be ready soon."

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently, her gaze sweeping over the cutting board.

It immediately settled on that pile of oddly shaped carrot chunks.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes widened instantly.

His brows furrowed tightly into a knot.

"What...what is this?"

She stretched out a slender, white finger and pointed disdainfully at the cutting board.

"You cut it so badly, did you do it on purpose?"

"You know perfectly well that I don't like eating coarse carrots."

"If you were to eat this, it would definitely taste like raw, unripe vegetables."

She pouted, her cheeks puffed out, looking just like a wronged hamster.

Chen Yuan looked at her possessive and picky little face.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

The vibration in my chest cavity spread through the air.

"I didn't cut this."

He picked up the kitchen knife that Kuson had just used and tossed it aside.

It was thrown into the sink with a thud.

"It was cut by an old man named Kusen, but his skills were so bad that he wasn't hired."

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback.

Kusen?

Isn't that the president of Apple?

That old man who always seemed aloof at press conferences and was revered as a god by Apple fans worldwide.

He actually went into her kitchen and clumsily chopped up a bunch of dog-chewed carrots.

This art style.

It was so magical that she didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

"Then... what should I eat for lunch?"

She swallowed hard, but her attention was quickly drawn back to the cravings in her stomach.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He pulled another extremely thin chef's knife from the knife rack.

With my left hand, I took a fresh carrot from the refrigerator and placed it steadily on the clean cutting board.

Hold the knife in your right hand.

There were no unnecessary preparations.

A sudden burst of force from the wrist.

Tap tap tap tap—

The knife blade cut through the cutting board, producing a series of crisp, rapid sounds, like a torrential downpour.

It was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

Shen Wanzhou didn't even see how he cut it.

The once thick carrot had been transformed into a bunch of fine, evenly translucent orange strands, as thin as hair.

The thickness of each one is accurate to the millimeter.

There were no breaks.

With a flick of his knife, Chen Yuan deftly transferred the shredded carrot into a transparent glass salad bowl.

It's served with tender arugula, sliced ​​cherry tomatoes, and a few slices of top-quality Wagyu beef that's been seared until slightly charred.

Drizzle with a special low-fat sesame roast sauce.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, with an ultimate sense of beauty and pleasure.

"Can we eat now?"

Chen Yuan, carrying a salad bowl, walked around the bar and stood in front of her.

A mischievous smile played in his deep eyes.

Shen Wanzhou looked at the salad, which looked delicious.

My stomach, quite uncooperatively, let out a rumbling sound.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she snatched the salad bowl and silver fork from her.

He turned around and walked to the long dining table to sit down.

I forked a small amount of the salad mixed with beef and carrot shreds and put it in my mouth.

The aroma of beef fat blends with the rich flavor of sesame paste.

The carrot shreds were cut extremely finely, so you couldn't taste any raw, earthy flavor at all; instead, they had a hint of sweetness.

She squinted her eyes contentedly.

The gloom on his face vanished instantly.

Chen Yuan pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

I rested my chin on my hand and quietly watched her eat.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow on the girl's hair.

This is the prestige of Master Chen from Jianghai.

Outside, he was a trillion-dollar capital behemoth that struck fear into the hearts of the entire Wall Street community.

At home, he's just a personal chef who's willing to treat multinational CEOs like monkeys for a simple salad.

Use absolute power to crush all worldly rules.

Just to protect this little bit of clean, fresh atmosphere.

As Shen Wanzhou ate the salad Chen Yuan had personally prepared, her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents: "It's so easy to make money outside. You can exchange a carrot for hundreds of billions."