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

This accusation, delivered with a heavy nasal tone, echoed through the empty VIP lounge at Paris airport.

Interspersed with slight panting from the anger that had just erupted.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

Her deep black eyes reflected the soft strands of hair on the top of her head.

His rough fingertips traced the contours of the back of her head, gently patting it again and again.

It's like a kitten in Shunping that has just gone through a fight where its fur stood on end.

"Okay, let's go home."

The man's voice was deep and mellow, revealing an undisguised indulgence.

He swept the person up in his arms, held them steadily in his embrace, and strode out of the lounge.

A twelve-hour transoceanic flight.

The Gulfstream G650 glides smoothly through the stratosphere at tens of thousands of feet.

Outside the porthole was a pure, pitch-black night.

The cabin was comfortably warm, with a subtle ebony and cedar scent wafting through the air.

Shen Wanzhou was exhausted after all that trouble in Paris.

She nestled in the large, soft airline seat, covered by Chen Yuan's black haute couture trench coat, which still held the warmth of his body.

Her head rested on the man's lap.

They slept soundly and were completely unsuspecting.

Chen Yuan rested his chin on one hand, holding the specially made encrypted phone in the other.

The cold light from the screen shone on his stern profile.

My finger swiped rapidly across the screen, checking the latest acquisition progress of Star Ventures in China.

Occasionally, the girl in my arms would become restless in her sleep.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a muffled murmur.

Chen Yuan's fingers would immediately stop tapping the screen.

He gently rubbed her smooth forehead twice with his other hand.

Until her brows relaxed again and her breathing returned to normal.

He then continued processing those data streams that often numbered in the tens of billions.

Jianghai International Airport, VIP exit.

The summer afternoon sun was scorching.

The asphalt road surface was baked until it turned slightly white, and the air was filled with a stuffy, dry heat.

Two rows of bodyguards in black had already set up red warning tape on both sides of the passageway.

Keep the paparazzi and passersby at least ten meters away.

Since Chen Yuan showed half of his profile during a live stream across the internet.

After being endorsed by Mr. Ma, the CEO of Tencent.

The title "President of Xingchen Venture Capital" has become the most sought-after traffic code in the business world of Jianghai City and even the whole country.

Countless people are watching his schedule, trying to get a share of the resources that slip through his fingers.

Outside the cordon.

A pink Porsche 911 was parked arrogantly on the shoulder of the road.

The car doors were wide open.

Li An'an wore a fluorescent green bodycon dress with so little fabric that it barely covered her vital parts.

She was wearing 12-centimeter high heels.

He was holding a support fan with his name printed on it.

He was surrounded by a dozen or so professional fans he had hired, crowding at the very front of the cordon.

this woman.

She's the so-called "plastic best friend" of the internet celebrity who was thrown into an artificial lake by an eagle at the amusement park.

He relied on his father, a nouveau riche who owned a factory in the suburbs.

She usually gets along very well in high society circles.

Ever since her unfortunate best friend was banned from the entire internet and disappeared without a trace.

Instead of learning from this experience, Li An'an saw it as an opportunity to become an overnight sensation.

"As long as I can get a photo of Chen Yuan's face, or even just be in the same frame as him and say a word to him."

"I'll have no worries about traffic and resources for the rest of my life!"

She frantically started calculating on the abacus in her mind.

Those eyes, painted with heavy smoky makeup, were filled with a naked desire for money and power.

"Sister An'an, when the people come out, we'll stand in front and block the security guards."

A blond-haired lackey leaned over and whispered obsequiously.

"You use the excuse of sprained ankle or delivering flowers to pounce on me."

"This trick always works on those big bosses!"

Li An'an triumphantly tossed her long, wavy hair, which was permed.

He pulled a smile that he thought was charming.

"Do you even need to tell me?"

"What does that sickly woman from the Shen family know about serving men?"

"Even if she's rich, can she compare to me in bed?"

She puffed out the two high-tech silicone breasts in front of her.

"Once Chairman Chen has tasted it, even the Shen family conglomerate will have to give way to me!"

Time passed by, second by second.

It was exactly 2 PM.

A streamlined white Gulfstream airliner, accompanied by the roar of its massive engines.

It landed smoothly on the runway of Jianghai Airport.

The airflow stirred up dust particles on both sides of the runway.

Less than ten minutes.

The heavy frosted glass door of the VIP passage slid open slowly to both sides.

A black, bulletproof off-road vehicle.

Surrounded by two escort vehicles, one in front and one behind.

Like a silent, steel behemoth, it slowly emerged from the depths of the passage.

The black privacy glass was completely sealed, preventing even a sliver of light from getting through.

"They're here! They're here!"

The paparazzi and fans outside the police line instantly erupted in excitement.

The sound of camera shutters blended into a dense downpour, and the flashes were so bright they made people dizzy.

"Chairman Chen! Look this way!"

"Mr. Chen! Could you please grant me a two-minute interview?"

The cacophony of noise came in waves.

Just as the SUV drove out of the glass door...

A fervent glint flashed in Li An'an's eyes.

She shoved aside the blond-haired thug who was blocking her way.

She took advantage of the fact that she was wearing high heels and could run fast.

He actually managed to squeeze through the red warning line between the two bodyguards during their handover.

"Chairman Chen!"

She let out an extremely affected, coquettish cry.

She tossed her curly hair around like a madwoman.

He spread his arms and lunged straight at the slow-moving SUV.

Because she was moving too fast, her high heels twisted on the smooth floor tiles.

That fluorescent green bodycon skirt was already too tight.

Due to the violent movement, the zipper on the side burst open.

A large expanse of her thigh skin, smeared with glitter, was exposed.

But she didn't care about any of that.

As long as she could bump into that car, as long as the man inside could stop and look at her.

What's a little bit of wardrobe malfunction!

The SUV driver clearly didn't expect anyone to dare to ram the vehicle directly.

I instinctively slammed on the brakes.

The tire made a soft "squeak" sound.

The car paused slightly.

Li An'an seized the opportunity and suddenly lifted both feet off the ground.

Like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off.

Ignoring all attempts to stop her, Li An'an pressed herself against the hood of the Maybach, frantically throwing herself at the windshield: "Chairman Chen! Let me in! I'll do anything!"