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

This was accompanied by a low, sarcastic remark.

The two walked side by side out of the heavy, gilded gate of the Jianghai International Conference Center.

The awe and submission of those century-old tycoons behind him, along with the blinding spotlight.

They were all left behind the door.

The cool breeze of early autumn brushed against Shen Wanzhou's flushed cheeks.

One hour later.

Inside a top-tier revolving restaurant on an entire floor booked by Xingchen Venture Capital on the Bund in Jianghai City.

A closed-door celebration banquet to mark Xingchen Venture Capital's complete takeover of the Jianghai business community is being held here.

There was no media, and no old-school capitalists with ulterior motives.

The people sitting in the private room were all core members promoted by Star Ventures from the dark web and offline.

The air was filled with the rich, fruity aroma of Romanée-Conti.

And there's the aroma of a top-quality tomahawk steak, sizzling and dripping with oil.

Chen Yuan sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He casually rested one hand on the back of the leather sofa.

Her long, slender legs were crossed.

His deep black eyes gazed out the window at the dazzling neon lights reflected on the Huangpu River.

He had already taken off his formal haute couture suit.

He was wearing only a plain black shirt with two buttons undone.

It exudes a sense of languor after letting down one's guard.

And less than ten centimeters to his side.

Shen Wanzhou huddled in the corner of the sofa.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of her subordinates, she went back to her fully armed attire.

The oversized black trench coat completely covered her.

He wore a baseball cap on his head, with the brim pulled down very low.

He was also wearing a black medical mask on his face.

Only her pair of shimmering, peach-blossom eyes were visible.

She was holding a small white porcelain bowl in her hands.

The bowl contained abalone congee, simmered until tender in old hen broth, which Chen Yuan had just had brought from the kitchen.

She scooped up a spoonful with a small silver spoon and carefully pulled down her mask a little.

He quickly stuffed it into his mouth and then swiftly pulled the mask back up.

When chewing, the sides of its cheeks bulge out slightly, like a hamster with pine cones stuffed in its mouth.

Among this group of financial elites, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

She was as quiet as a little nobody who had wandered into a pack of wolves.

But as long as Chen Yuan's broad shoulders blocked her way.

She felt that this place was a million times safer than the basement of Genting Highlands.

"Brother Yuan! Drink! We have to drink our fill today!"

A deafeningly loud, hoarse voice shattered the tranquility of the corner.

Wang Kai stumbled over, carrying an opened bottle of champagne.

His chubby face flushed red, and even the fat on his neck seemed to reek of alcohol.

His suit jacket had long since been thrown away somewhere.

The tie hung crookedly in front of his chest, and the hem of his shirt was sticking out more than halfway.

He was so happy today.

From a low-level worker who ate instant noodles in an urban village.

He transformed into the CEO of Starry Sky, a figure who could make several prominent figures in Jianghai City kneel on the ground and sing "Conquer."

The surreal experience of the past few months has been a million times more thrilling than riding a roller coaster.

Once the alcohol hits, the string in my brain snaps completely.

Wang Kai plopped down on the single sofa opposite Chen Yuan.

The weight of the leather seat made a dull creak.

He raised the champagne bottle in his hand and took a big gulp directly from the bottle neck.

The golden liquid flowed down his chin and into his neck, but he was completely unaware.

"Brother Yuan, I, Fatty Wang, have never submitted to anyone in my life."

He let out a loud burp, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol.

But for you, I truly admire and respect you to the core!

"Now, who in the entire Jianghai City doesn't know the name of Master Chen!"

"With just a word from you, those heiresses and superstars would line up to throw themselves at your bed!"

The fat man, with a thick tongue, gestured wildly to indicate the name.

I didn't notice at all.

When he uttered the words "heiress" and "superstar".

The "black-clad mummy" sitting next to Chen Yuan, quietly drinking his porridge.

The movement suddenly stopped.

Shen Wanzhou's hand holding the silver spoon hovered in mid-air.

The gentle warmth in her peach blossom eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, a cold glint as sharp as a knife's edge appeared.

Through her mask, she stared intently at the fat man across from her who was still spouting nonsense.

His breathing rate noticeably increased.

Her chest rose and fell slightly beneath her trench coat.

Where did this clueless fat guy come from?

How dare he put another woman in front of her personal chef?

Chen Yuan felt that familiar, low-pressure atmosphere emanating from his side, a atmosphere that seemed to hold onto its prey.

A mischievous smile flickered in his deep eyes.

He didn't interrupt.

Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position, resting his chin on one hand, ready to watch how this fat guy would court death.

Wang Kai's senses were numbed by alcohol, and he was completely unaware that the surrounding air had dropped to freezing point.

He even thought the woman sitting next to Chen Yuan, who was wrapped up tightly, was the one he had mistaken for someone else.

He was just a junior assistant that Chen Yuan randomly picked up who didn't want to show his face.

"Brother Yuan, I'm serious!"

The fat man put down the bottle and rummaged around in his pocket for a long time with his rough, fat hands.

He pulled out a brand new smartphone.

My thumb is swiping across the screen.

"We're the kings of Jianghai City now! We can't keep living like ascetics!"

"That ungrateful, stupid woman from the Lin family has long been crushed by us."

"You can't stay at that Shen family's place as a cook and butler forever!"

"That would be so undignified!"

Shen Wanzhou's fingernails were digging into her palms.

The knuckles were bluish-white.

She slammed the white porcelain bowl she was holding heavily onto the glass coffee table in front of her.

It made a crisp, clear impact sound.

But this still couldn't stop Wang Kai's loose tongue.

"Look at this! This is the youngest daughter of Chairman Li of Changhai Industrial."

Wang Kai shoved his phone screen right in front of Chen Yuan.

The screen shows a social media influencer wearing a bikini, posing on a yacht.

"Big boobs, slim waist, long legs, and a graduate of a prestigious university!"

"Chairman Li called me personally yesterday, and he conveyed the same message."

"Just by having a meal with me, your dowry will come with a cash flow of 500 million!"

"Send me your WeChat contact, and I'll have her wait for you in your presidential suite tonight!"

As he spoke, the fat man winked lewdly.

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at the phone screen.

He only glanced at the cat beside him, whose fur had completely stood on end, out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Wanzhou's breathing was so rapid it sounded like she was playing an accordion.

Her hands, resting on her knees, were clenched into fists.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

This fat man not only wants to send other women to Chen Yuan's bed.

How dare she say that Chen Yuan cooking for her was "below her dignity"?

This is practically dancing wildly in the minefield of the head of the Shen family conglomerate!

Wang Kai, holding his wine glass, let out a loud burp: "Brother Yuan, believe me, this girl I'm holding is a hundred times prettier than that Shen family's richest woman!"