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

A deep, husky voice echoed in the quiet fitting room.

It was like a brush with barbs, gently sweeping across the most sensitive skin of Shen Wanzhou's earlobe.

The girl's fair cheeks suddenly flushed red.

The blush spread all the way to the depths of her collarbone, which was made even whiter by the wedding dress.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes no longer dared to look directly into the man's eyes.

She lowered her head slightly.

Her hands nervously twisted the intricate and ornate lace trim on the wedding dress.

The fingertips turned a faint pink from the force applied.

"No...it's not that exaggerated."

She muttered softly, her voice as sweet and gentle as a cotton candy about to melt.

She exuded a barely concealed glee and coquettishness after being praised by her beloved.

Chen Yuan did not respond.

He strode up to her.

His tall and imposing figure blocked most of the soft overhead light.

The shadows completely enveloped Shen Wanzhou.

He reached out his large, well-defined hands and gently cupped the girl's burning cheeks.

He gently stroked the corner of her eye twice with the pad of his thumb.

The rough touch sent a slight shiver down my spine, which then flowed through my veins and into my entire body.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and gave him a gentle kiss devoid of any passion.

It landed solemnly on her forehead.

"In my eyes, you are my whole world."

There was no piling up of fancy words.

This seemingly simple love confession carries more weight than any vow.

Shen Wanzhou's heart was pounding violently against her ribs in her chest.

Thump, thump.

That was the most beautiful rhythm she had ever heard in her life.

Two days later.

Jianghai City, Starry Sky Garden.

This glass palace is suspended 400 meters in the air.

It has been completely overwhelmed by millions of top-quality white roses airlifted from all over the world.

The air was filled with an intoxicating floral fragrance.

This is the grand wedding of the century between the president of Xingchen Venture Capital and the empress of the Shen family conglomerate.

The wedding hasn't officially started yet.

However, the trending topics on the outside world have already been dominated by the various details of this exorbitantly priced wedding for three days and three nights.

First class on major international flights is almost entirely occupied by global financial giants and tech tycoons.

All for an invitation to enter the main venue.

Meanwhile, in the super-large central kitchen on the first basement floor of the Sky Garden.

The atmosphere, however, was so tense it felt like it was about to freeze.

Hundreds of top chefs, dressed in pristine white chef uniforms, are busy moving around in their respective areas.

The clanging of pots and pans and the sizzling of stir-frying over high heat intertwined to create a noisy battlefield.

Grandma Sun, a retired master chef who has served at state banquets, is wearing a white chef's hat.

Holding a long menu checklist in my hand.

His face, covered in orange peel wrinkles, was covered with beads of anxious sweat.

She was loudly issuing instructions to several sous chefs.

"The top-grade Buddha Jumps Over the Wall over there is still five minutes away from being cooked! No one is allowed to lift the lid prematurely!"

"Have the king crabs flown in from Australia been properly processed? Make sure not to damage the meat fibers!"

"Today's guests are the most discerning palates in the world. Anyone who ruins the reputation of this wedding banquet is a threat."

"I'll be the first to not let that old woman get away with it!"

Grandma Sun's voice was hoarse from shouting.

Even though she is very experienced and has hosted countless national-level banquets.

But faced with today's guest list, which can be described as a "battle of the gods".

And those rare ingredients that she rarely comes into contact with, sourced from all over the world.

This master of state banquets, who has seen it all before, also felt an unprecedented pressure.

Especially the last main course, which was the grand finale.

That was a famous ancient dish called "Nine-Turned Golden Dragon Playing with a Pearl," which had been lost for a long time.

It not only requires extremely precise knife skills down to the nanometer level.

It requires an almost mystical control over the heat.

Grandma Sun tried making it three times in the kitchen.

Every time, I feel that the taste is just a little bit off.

It was this tiny difference that made her so worried she almost ripped out her hair.

Just when things were bustling in the kitchen and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Click".

The two heavy stainless steel automatic doors in the kitchen were pushed open from the outside.

The dull thud of the metal shaft was not noticeable in the noisy kitchen.

But the person who walked in plunged the entire kitchen into a deathly silence.

Even the chefs who were tossing the wok stopped what they were doing.

The flames licked at the bottom of the pot, making a hissing sound as they burned.

Chen Yuan was wearing a well-tailored, wrinkle-free black haute couture suit.

The leather shoes made a steady sound as they stepped on the non-slip floor tiles.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and his collar was slightly open.

His cold, deep face showed no sign of the tension that was about to take place at the wedding.

There is only one kind of oppressive feeling of a superior who makes people want to submit.

He strode straight to the main worktop in the center of the kitchen.

"Mr. Chen...?"

Grandma Sun was stunned for a moment, then quickly went to greet her.

"Why are you in the kitchen? The guests are about to enter."

"The groom mustn't get any cooking fumes on him!"

The old lady was so anxious that she kept waving her hands, trying to push him out.

Chen Yuan did not move.

His deep black eyes swept over the top-quality ingredients that were half-prepared on the cutting board.

Finally, their gaze fell upon the unfinished "Nine-Turn Golden Dragon Playing with a Pearl" dish, which had failed three times.

He frowned slightly.

He stretched out his large, well-defined hand.

He ignored Granny Sun's objections.

Directly in front of hundreds of top chefs.

He slowly and deliberately took off the handmade, custom-made suit jacket worth millions.

He casually handed it to the eagle following behind him.

Then, he unbuttoned the platinum cufflinks on his shirt.

He rolled up his pristine white sleeves, one circle after another, until they reached above his strong, muscular forearms.

Give me that dress.

Chen Yuan pointed to a brand-new, pure white chef's uniform hanging on the coat rack next to him.

Grandma Sun's eyes widened, and her mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

"Mr. Chen... what are you going to do...?"

"I don't trust outsourced teams."

Chen Yuan's voice was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable and absolute control.

"Wanzhou's stomach has just recovered, and she won't be able to eat today's meal if anyone else cooks it, except me."

These few words are so light and airy.

But it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of every chef present.

The behind-the-scenes boss of Star Venture Capital.

A trillion-dollar giant that controls half the world's economic lifeline.

At her own wedding of the century.

He actually wants to take off his suit, put on a chef's uniform, and cook for his wife himself?

If this gets out, the bigwigs in the financial world waiting on the red carpet will probably be so shocked they'll pop their eyes out.

But Chen Yuan didn't care what others thought.

He took the white chef's uniform and put it on neatly.

From a specially made combination lock box next to it.

He took out the "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife, which was entirely black and gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

The blade scraped against the scabbard, emitting a clear, chilling dragon's roar.

at the same time.

Several high-definition cameras installed in the corner of the kitchen have automatically started broadcasting live globally.

When countless netizens watching from their screens saw this scene, the barrage of comments instantly went wild.

Chen Yuan ignored the cameras.

He held the peerless sword in one hand.

The gleaming "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife was drawn from its sheath. Standing before hundreds of top chefs, Chen Yuan calmly gave the order: "Fire! Today, let the world see what the finest Chinese culinary art truly looks like!"