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

A heart-wrenching scream echoed down the winding mountain road.

further and further.

Until it was completely blown away by the mountain wind and disappeared into the hot, dry air of early summer.

The shouting and farce outside the gates of Genting Manor.

It was as if someone had pressed the mute button, and it calmed down instantly.

More than a dozen large retired military dogs.

At the eagle's whistle, the pursuers, well-trained, ceased their pursuit.

They obediently lined up, their long tongues sticking out, drooling.

With steady steps, it returned to the kennel at the side gate of the manor.

All that remained was an unsightly puddle of water reeking of urine on the asphalt road.

And a worn-out leather shoe covered in dust.

Chen Yuan stood inside the black and gold carved gate.

His tall, upright figure cast a cold, hard shadow in the sunlight.

Those dark, deep eyes gazed in the direction where the group of relatives had disappeared.

There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

monster?

If it were those bloodsuckers who had once kicked him out of the snow and nearly killed him.

What so-called feelings and kindness can still be preserved?

That's the real monster.

"Mr. Chen."

The eagle stepped forward and bowed slightly.

The muscles on Scarface's face were still taut from the murderous aura he had just released.

"Those pieces of trash have already been cleared out of the mountains."

"Should we send someone to sew their mouths shut?"

From the eagle's perspective.

These are the scoundrels who come to the gate of the manor to cause trouble.

The best way to handle this is to find a deserted alley and break a few bones.

That way, they'll never again have the slightest thought of causing trouble.

Chen Yuan looked away.

His slender fingers slowly and methodically adjusted the cuffs of his trench coat.

"No need to lift a finger."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him.

"Hitting them will dirty your hands."

Dealing with this kind of ingrate who is inherently greedy and opportunistic.

Physical punishment will only make them like leeches.

Given the chance, they will try every means to stick to us and suck our blood.

The cruelest, yet most permanent, solution.

It completely cuts off all the nutrients they rely on to survive in this society.

Let them live in this modern society woven with data and credit.

They became invisible, unable to move an inch.

"Inform Xiaoliu."

Chen Yuan's voice was so cold it felt like ice crystals were falling out.

"Enter the identity information of those people into the underlying tracking system of the dark web."

"Within ten minutes, cut off all their banking credit eligibility nationwide."

"Freeze all their WeChat, Alipay, and other mobile payment accounts."

"At the same time, we will compile all the shady dealings they committed back in their hometown and send them to the background check systems of all legitimate companies."

At this point, Chen Yuan paused.

A chilling, deadly intent flickered in his deep black eyes.

"I want to make sure they don't even have the right to sweep the streets in this city."

"As long as they dare to submit their resumes, they will receive a permanent rejection."

"Don't they like money?"

"Then let them spend the rest of their lives clinging to that pile of waste paper, slowly starving to death under the bridge."

Upon hearing these words, the eagle felt a chill run down its spine for no apparent reason.

This mercenary, who had spent years living on the edge of a knife, was utterly convinced.

Mr. Chen's methods are deadly without drawing blood.

This social annihilation is a hundred or even a thousand times more cruel than simply stabbing those individuals.

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

The eagle stood at attention and responded loudly.

He turned and strode towards the security room to give instructions.

Chen Yuan turned around and walked along the tree-lined path toward the main building.

As we passed the fountain in front of the gate.

He stopped by the pool.

Turn on one of the brass faucets next to it.

Clear, cool underground spring water gushed out.

He stretched out his large, well-defined hands.

It was being carefully rinsed under the running water.

Even though I didn't even touch the hem of those people's clothes just now.

He still felt that the air outside was contaminated with something dirty that made him nauseous.

I have to be thoroughly cleaned before I can go back and hug my picky cat.

Push open the heavy solid wood door of the main building.

The living room was quiet and peaceful.

They were not affected in the slightest by the farce outside.

The central air conditioning system blows out a gentle breeze carrying a faint peach scent.

Chen Yuangang stepped into the entrance hall.

Shen Wanzhou was seen wearing a beige knitted loungewear.

Barefoot, stepping on the soft Persian carpet.

He was holding a cup of warm water that was still steaming.

Standing in the center of the living room, gazing longingly towards the front door.

The barking of the military dogs outside had just penetrated the soundproof glass and could be faintly heard coming in.

If it were six months ago...

Hearing this huge commotion, which resembled a violent conflict.

She was so frightened that she had already huddled in the closet in the master bedroom on the second floor, trembling all over.

But now.

She did not run away.

Although the hands holding the glass were still slightly strained due to nervousness.

The fingertips were surrounded by a bloodless, pale ring.

But in her clear, peach-blossom eyes, there was not a trace of cowardice or a desire to hide.

Chen Yuan looked at her, who was clearly scared but was still forcing herself to wait for him to come back.

The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes instantly melted away like spring snow meeting the sun.

It transformed into a deep, bottomless pool of gentle water.

He walked over quickly.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

His low, husky voice carried a hint of reproach, but even more so, an unyielding indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou did not answer.

She watched Chen Yuan walk in unharmed, and her tense shoulders completely relaxed.

He placed the warm water cup he was holding on the coffee table next to him.

The bottom of the glass clinked against the marble tabletop, making a soft, crisp sound.

next second.

She was like a small cannonball fired from a gun.

She threw herself into Chen Yuan's arms.

Two slender arms tightly wrapped around his lean waist.

I pressed my head against his broad chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

I could smell the clean, crisp scent of soap on him.

She had just seen the group of people outside the gate through the window.

Those were the so-called "relatives" Chen Yuan mentioned in the documents.

She didn't know what Chen Yuan had gone through outside, but she did know.

All those people brought to Chen Yuan was harm and humiliation.

Chen Yuan's body stiffened slightly.

He then stretched out his strong arms and tightly embraced the soft, petite body in his arms.

His chin rested on the top of her head.

He gently stroked her soft hair.

"Were you startled?" he asked softly.

Shen Wanzhou shook her head.

She rubbed her cheek against his trench coat.

She used her hands to pull back on Chen Yuan, hugging him even tighter.

It was as if she wanted to use her own body heat to fill all the coldness and incompleteness in this man's past years.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his chest, her voice soft yet firm: "It's okay, you have me now. I'll help you drive away those bad guys."