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

The thin piece of paper was like a resounding slap in the face.

He slapped the French man hard across the face.

The check spun and landed on the marble floor, its astronomical figure stinging everyone's eyes.

The newspaper owner's legs went weak, and he didn't even have the courage to pick up the checks.

He could only be held up by several burly bodyguards in black, like a stray dog.

They were roughly dragged out of the VIP waiting room.

The leather shoes left a long trail on the clean floor.

The dull dragging sound grew fainter and fainter.

"Get out, everyone."

Shen Wanzhou, with her back to the door, coldly issued the order.

He didn't turn around, his voice still carrying a trace of lingering murderous intent.

Hundreds of well-trained bodyguards in black suits.

Less than ten seconds.

The originally crowded VIP waiting room was cleared out and kept clean.

The muddy water left by Su Xueer on the ground was also wiped away haphazardly by the bodyguard with his coat.

The heavy frosted glass door clicked shut.

It completely shut out the noise from the outside terminal building.

A spacious interior.

Only the faint sound of the central air conditioning fan blades turning remained.

And the lingering scent of cheap perfume from Su Xueer in the air.

The second the door closed.

Shen Wanzhou's straight back looked as if all the steel and iron had been instantly removed.

That aura of a powerful chaebol empress vanished instantly.

Her shoulders slumped slightly.

My breathing became rapid.

Her chest heaved violently beneath the black haute couture trench coat.

A transoceanic flight of more than ten hours.

Add to that the extreme strain of confronting strangers while struggling with social anxiety after landing.

It made her legs feel as limp as two cooked noodles.

Her toes were cramped and curled up inside her stiletto heels.

She turned around.

He took off the oversized sunglasses that covered most of his face.

She revealed a pair of shimmering, watery eyes with a delicate, alluring blush at the corners.

A thin layer of moisture welled up in her eyes.

The fierce determination he had shown to destroy the European press had vanished completely.

Only a little girl, lost and filled with grievances, remained.

"Chen Yuan..."

She sniffed, her voice soft and trembling.

With a strong nasal tone.

She ran towards the man sitting on the sofa, her high heels clicking on the floor.

Because they ran too fast.

He lost his footing and leaned forward.

He plunged straight into a strong, broad chest.

Chen Yuan caught her steadily.

His strong arms encircled her slender waist.

He held her tightly in his warm embrace.

It has a familiar, clean, cool soap scent, mixed with a faint hint of mint and tobacco.

It instantly enveloped Shen Wanzhou completely.

But this familiar scent also seemed to be mixed with a lingering, cheap artificial fragrance that clung to the corridor.

Shen Wanzhou's nose twitched twice.

Like a wary little kitten.

The body that had been limp against Chen Yuan's chest suddenly straightened up.

Two fair and delicate hands grabbed the collar of his haute couture trench coat.

The little head huddled close to his neck and chest.

Smell it to the left, sniff it to the right.

The movements were hurried and flustered.

"Why does it smell like another woman..."

She bit her lower lip, leaving a white mark on her lips.

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

With both hands, they began to pull at Chen Yuan's trench coat, trying to tear off the smelly garment.

Did you let her touch you?

"In that photo, she was so close to you..."

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt.

A tear fell onto the back of Chen Yuan's hand.

Scalding hot.

Chen Yuan looked at the cat in his arms, whose jealousy had completely overturned.

In his deep black eyes, an unyielding heat and indulgence surged.

This girl.

For a blurry, unsubstantiated photograph of him.

I overcame severe social anxiety that I had suffered from for over a decade.

Leading over a hundred people, they crossed half the globe to reach Paris.

Now all the outsiders have been cleared away.

But she hid in his arms, shedding tears over the slight scent on his clothes.

This feeling of being wholeheartedly favored and protected without regard to cost.

It's like a brush with barbs.

It swept fiercely across the softest corner of Chen Yuan's heart.

It feels incredibly comfortable.

He neither explained nor stopped her from taking off his clothes.

He let her tear off half of the handmade black trench coat.

Chen Yuan grabbed her slender wrist with his other hand.

With a little force.

He pulled her back into his arms.

This time, the hug was even tighter than before.

His chin rested gently on the top of Shen Wanzhou's soft hair.

His warm breath brushed past her ear, sending a shiver of tingling pleasure through her.

"No one can touch me except you."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and husky, with a hint of indulgent laughter.

"That photo was taken when she rushed over herself."

"I took three steps back, and the bodyguard threw her into the trash can."

"The smell on my clothes is from the hallway."

He paused.

A large hand gently patted her back rhythmically.

It was like coaxing a rare treasure that had been frightened.

"If you don't like it, I'll burn this dress later."

Upon hearing this explanation...

Shen Wanzhou's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

The fingers that were gripping Chen Yuan's shirt collar slowly loosened.

The bitterness churning in my heart was instantly dispelled by this unreasonable favoritism.

It transformed into a sweet, cloying honey, flowing through the blood and throughout the body.

Her cheeks were incredibly hot.

A blush spread from the base of her ears all the way to the depths of her fair collarbone.

In this unfamiliar foreign airport.

Only this man's embrace was her only fortress.

She stopped making a fuss.

She obediently buried her face in Chen Yuan's hard, warm chest.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Thump, thump.

Each blow struck her eardrums, making her ears go numb.

Shen Wanzhou buried her face in Chen Yuan's chest, her small hands tightly gripping his clothes, her voice soft and tearful: "Husband, let's go home, okay? The outside world is too dangerous, it's full of sluts who want to steal you."