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

The searchlights on the helipad at the manor were blindingly bright.

The Gulfstream private jet's engines roared low, and the wind whipped up by the propellers made the corners of Uncle Fu's tuxedo flutter.

Shen Wanzhou didn't listen to a single word of advice.

The thin black haute couture trench coat wrapped around her petite body.

She was wearing a pair of 10-centimeter stilettos.

The heels slammed heavily on the metal steps of the boarding stairs.

It emitted a rapid and sharp "click" sound.

"Spend money."

Shen Wanzhou stopped at the cabin door and turned around.

Behind the sunglasses, her peach blossom eyes burned with a fury that could set the entire manor ablaze.

"Tell the air traffic control bureau to fly ten times, twenty times, whatever the price."

"I need takeoff clearance within three minutes!"

Uncle Fu swallowed hard, not daring to utter another word.

He quickly pulled out his encrypted phone and began contacting the head of the aviation department of the Shen family conglomerate.

A transoceanic flight of more than ten hours.

Shen Wanzhou sat in the luxurious leather airline seat without even drinking a sip of water.

On the tablet in front of me.

The photo of Chen Yuan holding a black umbrella with a disheveled woman kneeling at his feet.

She zoomed in and out, looking at it over and over again, hundreds of times.

The woman's hand almost touched the hem of Chen Yuan's trench coat.

That was her exclusive territory.

Anyone who dares to extend their claws will be chopped up by her.

VIP lounge at Paris Charles de Gaulle International Airport.

The afternoon sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting its light on the marble floor.

Chen Yuan was wearing that black haute couture trench coat.

Sitting on the leather sofa, my legs were casually crossed.

His dark eyes glanced at the time on his wristwatch, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knee.

There's still half an hour before boarding.

All he wants now is to fly back to China as soon as possible to see his cat, whose eyes are probably red from seeing a few bad photos.

Just then.

A pungent, cheap perfume smell mingled with the dampness characteristic of the streets of Paris.

They barged into the constant temperature air of the VIP room.

Su Xueer was wearing that worn-out trench coat stained with mud.

I don't know how they bribed the airport ground staff on the outskirts, but they managed to sneak into this heavily guarded waiting room.

Those following behind her.

They were three white paparazzi carrying long lenses and wearing press passes for some third-rate Parisian tabloid.

"Chen Yuan! You can't just leave like this!"

Su Xueer saw the man on the sofa.

She immediately squeezed out two tears.

Like a leaf drifting in the wind, treading with unsteady steps.

It lunged straight toward Chen Yuan.

"I have no relatives or friends in Paris, and you are my only family in this world!"

"Please take me back to China, okay? Even if it's just to be your nanny..."

As she cried out, she deliberately pulled down the collar of her trench coat.

His shoulders, covered in large bruises, were exposed.

She tried to create an image of being abandoned by a wealthy family and suffering humiliation in front of the paparazzi's cameras.

The sound of camera shutters clicking wildly filled the quiet waiting room.

The flashbulbs went off everywhere.

Those paparazzi, like sharks that have smelled blood, desperately pushed their way forward.

They attempted to capture an intimate photo of the internationally renowned Chinese chef and a down-on-her-luck woman together.

Chen Yuan's brows were furrowed tightly.

A layer of icy frost gathered in the depths of his eyes.

He wasn't even bothering to get up and dodge.

The foreign bodyguard stood two steps behind him.

They immediately strode forward like two black iron towers.

A thick arm suddenly stretched out.

Before Su Xue'er could even get within a meter of Chen Yuan...

The bodyguard grabbed him by the back of his trench coat collar like he was a chick.

His feet were instantly lifted into the air, kicking wildly in vain.

"Let me go! I'm Mr. Chen's first love! How dare you touch me!"

Su Xue'er screamed like a shrew, her limbs flailing wildly in the air.

Just as the bodyguards were about to throw her out of the waiting room.

boom--!

The two heavy frosted glass doors of the VIP waiting room.

It was kicked open violently from the outside.

The glass door slammed against the damper on the wall with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The entire waiting room floor trembled.

Everyone froze instantly.

Even the paparazzi who were frantically snapping photos were so frightened that they put down their cameras.

They all turned to look at the doorway.

A black figure.

Against the glaring incandescent light of the corridor, I walked in high heels.

They walked in step by step, with a breathtaking rhythm.

Shen Wanzhou.

Her black haute couture trench coat remained perfectly wrinkle-free despite the arduous transoceanic flight.

He was still wearing those large sunglasses.

But the murderous aura emanating from beneath the sunglasses could freeze the surrounding air into ice, even through the lenses.

Those following behind her.

They were hundreds of elite bodyguards from the Shen family, dressed in pure black suits with cold expressions.

It was a dark, dense mass.

It instantly filled the entire waiting room, so much so that not even a single extra fly could escape.

This display of force resembled a female underworld empress leading her army to inspect her territory.

The sense of oppression filled the entire terminal building.

"Wan...Wan Zhou?"

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa, his dark eyes suddenly narrowing.

The coldness in his eyes vanished completely the moment he saw that familiar figure.

He stood up in surprise.

This cat usually needs half a day to mentally prepare itself before even stepping out of the manor gate.

She did it all for him.

Having traversed half the globe, accompanied by a hundred bodyguards, they stormed directly to the Paris airport?

Shen Wanzhou did not look at Chen Yuan.

She walked straight up to Su Xueer, who was being held in mid-air by her bodyguards, in high heels.

Su Xue'er looked at the terrifying woman in front of her.

I was so scared that I couldn't even scream.

His whole body was shaking like a leaf.

Shen Wanzhou stopped in her tracks.

Her fair, delicate fingers pulled the encrypted phone out of her trench coat pocket.

He skillfully dialed a number.

"Charles de Rothschild, the president of the Rothschild family?"

Shen Wanzhou's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth, spoken in fluent and perfect French.

"I am Shen Wanzhou."

"Call the Paris police station. There's an undocumented person here. Send someone to take her away immediately."

She didn't even give Su Xue'er a second glance.

"in addition."

Her gaze swept over the few gossip paparazzi huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

"Investigate the newspapers behind these paparazzi who are using the 'Paris Star' label."

"I want the acquisition agreement for all the shares of this newspaper within three minutes."

A series of responses came from the other end of the phone.

Less than three minutes.

Several fully armed Paris police officers stormed into the waiting room, handcuffed Su Xueer, who was screaming in pain, and took her away.

And the newspaper owner who had just wanted to make a fuss about Chen Yuan's scandal.

He was dragged in by the bodyguards like a dead dog, his forehead covered in sweat.

Shen Wanzhou took out the checkbook, which represented the highest authority of the Shen Group, from her bag.

With a few quick strokes.

Tear off a thin piece of paper.

Shen Wanzhou, clad in high heels, slammed a check into the face of the stunned newspaper owner: "You dare to fabricate gossip about my man? Today I'll make your whole family beg in Europe!"