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

This blood-stained warning emanated a chilling, eerie light within the virtual digital network.

They firmly kept those restless dark forces outside the borders of China.

But in the eyes of the protagonist of this terrifying legend.

The bloodshed on the dark web is nothing compared to the headache of that thick, gold-embossed wedding planning book in my hand.

Early autumn at Genting Manor.

A delicate, sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafted into the lobby on the first floor through the slightly ajar French windows.

It has been more than a week since our honeymoon in Türkiye ended.

The entire estate.

From the fountain plaza outside the main gate to every plane tree in the back garden.

They were all draped in a festive red silk and decorated with colorful lanterns.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton loungewear set.

He crossed his long legs and leaned back in the large leather sofa.

His large, well-defined hands were flipping through a wedding program booklet weighing several pounds, which was resting on his knees.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think of the floral arrangements in this main venue?"

Uncle Fu stood next to the sofa, holding a tablet computer in his hand.

His face, full of wrinkles, broke into a wide smile.

"The old man meant to airfreight 100,000 top-quality Ecuadorian champagne roses from the Netherlands."

"Cover the entire sky garden; it absolutely cannot be less extravagant than the weddings of Middle Eastern royal families."

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the intricate floral design drawings.

A hint of helplessness shone in his deep black eyes.

Since being discharged from the hospital after recovering from his illness, the old man learned that the two were going to get married next month.

He has more energy than if he had taken a super tonic.

Leaning on a cane, he wandered around the manor every day, personally overseeing every detail of the wedding.

They wished they could squander all the wealth the Shen family had accumulated over the past century on this wedding.

"Let's do as the old man wishes."

Chen Yuan tossed the proposal onto the coffee table with a soft thud.

"Just avoid those strongly scented lilies; they make Wanzhou sneeze."

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly, his fingers flying across the tablet as he wrote.

"Oh dear, isn't the train of this wedding dress a little too long?"

A soft, gentle complaint came from the wooden spiral staircase on the second floor.

Shen Wanzhou lifted her skirt and carefully walked downstairs.

She was wearing a sample of a haute couture wedding dress that had just been flown in from Paris.

The pure white silk fabric clung to her slender waist.

The skirt is studded with thousands of small diamonds, illuminated by a crystal chandelier.

It refracts a dazzling halo of light.

She wasn't wearing a veil; her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her snow-white, square shoulders.

A thin blush rose on her cheeks from the tedious process of trying on clothes.

Chen Yuan turned his head, his gaze falling upon that pure white figure.

His breathing paused almost imperceptibly for half a second.

A surge of intense, dark energy instantly welled up in his deep eyes.

He stood up and strode forward to meet him.

"Not too long, just right."

He stopped at the bottom of the steps and extended his large, warm hand to her.

Shen Wanzhou obediently offered her hand.

Using his strength, I descended the last two steps.

"But the skirt is too heavy, I'm afraid I'll trip and fall on the red carpet."

She bit her full lower lip and muttered softly, her peach blossom eyes filled with worry.

Chen Yuan grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

He lowered his head, his chin resting gently on the top of her head.

"With me holding your hand, you won't fall even with your eyes closed."

A deep, husky voice brushed past my ear.

This caused Shen Wanzhou's ears to quickly turn a deep, rich red.

She buried her face in Chen Yuan's chest, her lips curving upwards involuntarily.

Just then, Uncle Fu's encrypted phone emitted a series of piercing vibrations.

The old butler took out his phone, glanced at it, and his expression instantly turned strange.

"Mr. Chen, Miss..."

Uncle Fu swallowed hard, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

"The electronic invitation jointly issued by Star Venture Capital and the Shen family conglomerate has caused a sensation in the global business community."

Chen Yuan raised his head and shielded the girl in his arms to his side.

"What's wrong?"

"The protocol department just called."

Uncle Fu's hands were trembling as he stared at the constantly fluctuating data on the screen.

"Mr. Ma, the CEO of Tencent, not only personally confirmed his attendance."

"They also sent a congratulatory gift... a transfer agreement for five percent of the Penguin Group's shares, supposedly as a dowry for the young lady."

Shen Wanzhou poked half her head out from Chen Yuan's arms, her eyes widening instantly.

Five percent of Penguin Empire's shares?

This is an astronomical figure that would place you in the top ten of China's rich list!

"This isn't over yet."

Uncle Fu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued reading.

"Several major technology conglomerates on Wall Street jointly delivered a brand-new Gulfstream G800 private jet."

Princess Aisha of Dubai said she would like to bring you a box of pigeon blood rubies as a wedding gift.

"even……"

Uncle Fu paused, his tone becoming quite magical.

"Even the thirty board members at the Michelin headquarters in Paris sent a congratulatory telegram."

"They said they'd book the kitchens of all the five-star hotels in Jianghai City and fly over personally to help with the cooking and cleaning for your wedding banquet."

These words left Shen Wanzhou speechless.

She knew that Chen Yuan had a huge network of connections outside.

But I never expected it.

A wedding has somehow managed to involve the most powerful and wealthy people on half of the planet.

This is hardly a happy occasion.

This is practically a pilgrimage for global financial giants!

at the same time.

An unprecedented bloodbath has swept through the black market trading circles of Jianghai City.

The historic marriage between Xingchen Venture Capital and the Shen family conglomerate.

This means that the economic landscape of Jianghai City for the next century will be completely set.

I managed to get this standing-room-only ticket to the wedding.

It's like getting a get-out-of-jail-free card to the top of the wealth circle.

"One million! I'll offer one million for a standing ticket!"

A coal mine owner was spamming the black market group chat.

"A million? You think you can give me a beggar? I'll offer five million! Just let me get in and see Chairman Chen!"

"Five million is nothing! I'd trade a 200-square-meter apartment in the city center for an invitation!"

A variety of staggering offers are circulating wildly on the black market network.

But no matter how high the price is driven up, tickets are still hard to come by on the market.

Because Chen Yuan spoke up.

This wedding was attended only by true friends and business allies.

Those flies trying to exploit loopholes and curry favor with the powerful will not even be able to cross the warning line at the foot of Yunding Manor.

Inside the giant, temperature-controlled vault on the third basement level of the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

Wang Kai was wearing a haute couture suit that looked like it was about to burst from his fat.

Standing amidst a mountain of congratulatory gifts.

The high-powered cold light overhead shone on the pure gold ornaments and priceless antique paintings and calligraphy.

The shimmering light reflected off the pearls made his eyes sting.

On the left is a half-person-tall pure gold camel, a gift from a Middle Eastern tycoon.

On the right is a famous Renaissance painting that was airlifted from Europe by wealthy merchants.

He was holding a scanner and checking the gift list item by item.

Every time a barcode is scanned, the total assets on the tablet jump by a terrifying amount.

Wang Kai wiped the sweat from his face.

Her two thick, short legs were so weak they were trembling.

He leaned against the edge of a safe filled with diamond necklaces.

He was panting heavily.

The fat man swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he stared at the exorbitant bill: "Brother Yuan, your wedding is like bringing over half the GDP of the world!"