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

He shook his head.

They left behind the Zhang family disciples standing ramrod straight in their traditional martial arts uniforms outside the gate.

He casually pulled the heavy, soundproof glass door to the lobby shut.

It completely shut out the early autumn night breeze and the absurd scene outside.

In the living room of Genting Manor.

The lights were bright and soft, and the air was filled with the lingering, potent aroma of medicinal cuisine.

Old Master Shen sat in that large rosewood armchair.

He was holding a white porcelain teacup in his hand.

The gaiwan was gently scraped along the rim of the cup, producing a crisp clinking sound of porcelain.

But he didn't drink a single drop of tea.

Those deep, old eyes were fixed intently on the direction of the open kitchen.

Just now, I saw Zhang Zhentian, the patriarch of the Zhang family, suddenly kneel down with tears streaming down his face.

It was like a movie playing on a loop in his mind.

Who is Zhang Zhentian?

That is a renowned figure in the ancient martial arts world of China.

Normally, even the richest man in Jianghai City would have to send a formal invitation half a month in advance if he wanted to meet him.

They might not even give you the time of day.

The result today.

All for a bite of the medicinal cuisine that Chen Yuan used to test the dishes.

This martial arts master actually knelt on the ground in front of his disciples and grand-disciples, shamelessly begging to be taken in.

They were even willing to bring their entire family to act as free security guards?

The old man put down his teacup.

He ran his fingertips along the warm, smooth edge of the porcelain a couple of times.

She recalled the first time she met Chen Yuan at the manor a few months ago.

They even mistook the young man in the apron for a treacherous person trying to swindle his granddaughter out of her money.

They even tried to get rid of him by throwing out a check for ten million.

Think about it now.

I was practically on the verge of death back then.

Fortunately, the young man had a good temper and didn't hold it against the old man.

Otherwise, let alone ten million.

Even if we handed over the entire Shen family conglomerate, they probably wouldn't even bother to look at it.

"This is hardly a housekeeper..."

The old man leaned back in his armchair, muttering to himself.

"This is clearly like inviting a living deity to protect the Shen family."

In the kitchen.

Chen Yuan had already changed back into that clean white cotton T-shirt.

The cuffs were casually rolled up on the forearms.

He carried an exquisite stew pot in his hand and walked out unhurriedly.

Shen Wanzhou followed closely behind him like a clingy little tail.

She was wearing that soft, off-white loungewear.

Her smooth, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

His originally pale and sickly complexion has improved thanks to Chen Yuan's various feeding methods over the past few months.

It has long since developed a healthy, rosy complexion.

Her peach blossom eyes sparkled, brimming with undisguised dependence and joy.

Chen Yuan placed the stew pot on the dining table.

Open the lid.

A richer, sweeter aroma of herbs instantly filled the restaurant.

This is a genuine "Marrow Cleansing and Foundation Strengthening Soup," formulated entirely according to Shen Wanzhou's constitution.

"Come and have some soup."

Chen Yuan pulled out a chair, turned his head, and spoke to Shen Wanzhou.

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying his unique indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou obediently sat down.

Two fair and delicate hands held the small porcelain bowl.

He sipped it slowly.

The steaming heat made her eyes and brows appear exceptionally adorable.

The old man sat not far away, watching this heartwarming scene.

The wrinkles on his face slowly smoothed out, and a smile spread from the depths of his eyes to the corners of his mouth.

He slowly walked to the dining table, leaning on his sandalwood cane.

Pull out a chair and sit down opposite the two of them.

"Cough cough."

The old man cleared his throat, deliberately put on a stern face, and adopted the airs of an elder.

But his eyes were full of undisguised laughter and mischief.

"Wanzhou, is this soup good?"

Shen Wanzhou raised her head, a little bit of glistening soup still clinging to her lips.

She nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"It's delicious, Grandpa."

The old man stroked the white stubble on his chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men.

"The soup is delicious."

"But these past few days, this old man of mine has been running around like crazy for your wedding."

The old man sighed, looking worried and distressed.

"The invitations have been sent out, and the venue has been booked."

"The most prominent figures in Jianghai City, and even the major overseas conglomerates, are all vying to get in."

"That's quite a grand affair."

The old man suddenly changed the subject, and his fox-like eyes lit up instantly.

He stared at Chen Yuan, who was sitting opposite him.

"But I always feel like something's missing."

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback.

She stopped eating and looked at her grandfather with a puzzled expression.

"What's missing?"

She felt that her life was already perfect.

With Chen Yuan by her side and his cooking, the gossip and troubles outside could no longer bother her.

The old man did not answer immediately.

Instead, he gently tapped the ground with his cane.

"I'm missing a little dumpling who can run around the yard and call me 'Great-Grandpa' in a clear, cheerful voice!"

These words were spoken.

The air in the restaurant seemed to ignite instantly.

Shen Wanzhou's hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled.

With a clang.

The spoon fell into the porcelain bowl, splashing a few drops of scalding soup.

Her face was already rosy and delicate.

With a "boom," it instantly turned bright red.

A blush spread from the base of her ears all the way to the depths of her fair collarbone.

It's like a perfectly ripe Fuji apple.

"Grandpa...Grandpa! What nonsense are you talking about!"

She stammered in rebuttal.

They didn't even have the courage to look each other in the eye.

His head was bowed low, as if he wanted to bury himself in the stew pot.

Their hands were tightly tangled together under the table.

Her fingernails dug into her palm.

Have a baby?

She even needed to mentally prepare herself for half a day just to hold hands with Chen Yuan.

Although his kisses made my legs weak that night in the haunted house.

But only there.

Now, Grandpa actually brought up the issue of urging someone to have a baby right in front of Chen Yuan!

How could she ever look this man in the eye again?

Chen Yuan sat beside the cat, watching it blush so much it seemed like it wanted to disappear into the ground.

A layer of dark fire, impossible to extinguish, quickly surged within his deep black eyes.

He didn't speak.

He simply extended his left hand without making a sound.

Under the table, he precisely grasped Shen Wanzhou's two small hands that were intertwined.

Warm palms enveloped her cold, trembling fingertips.

The pad of the thumb.

With a hint of punishment, he gently stroked the back of her hand twice.

Shen Wanzhou froze.

Where he touched, it felt like a tiny electric current was running through it.

Half of his body went limp.

She bit her full lower lip, leaving a white mark on it.

Not daring to protest, she could only let him hold her hand.

The old man watched the two of them making small movements under the table.

The smile in his eyes deepened.

His granddaughter suffered severe psychological trauma from being kidnapped at a young age.

She has an instinctive aversion to men.

Now, she can get so close to a man that she doesn't even dare to resist.

What does this tell us?

This means that the ice had already been completely melted by someone else!

"How can you call that talking nonsense?"

The old man straightened his back with a righteous air.

"You two have already gotten your marriage certificate, and the wedding is just around the corner."

"Shouldn't this important matter of carrying on the family line be put on the agenda?"

He turned to look at Chen Yuan.

His tone carried an undisguised admiration and urging.

"Chen Yuan."

"You're usually so decisive, why are you dragging your feet on this?"

"I heard it from Uncle Fu."

"You've had your bedding in Wan Zhou's room for so long."

"You're still sleeping properly on the other side of the bed, not even daring to cross the 38th parallel?"

This sentence.

This completely snapped the last thread of "restraint" in Shen Wanzhou's mind.

She suddenly raised her head.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes were filled with a accusation of utter shame and indignation.

"Uncle Fu! How could he tell you even this!"

She now wishes she could find some tape and seal that talkative old housekeeper's mouth shut.

This is something extremely private.

It actually became the topic of conversation between the two old men during their leisure time!

Chen Yuan listened to the old man's teasing.

There was no embarrassment at being exposed.

He slowly and deliberately released Shen Wanzhou's hand.

I picked up a wet wipe from the table and wiped my fingers.

His deep black eyes met the old man's mischievous gaze.

"Grandpa, Wanzhou has just recovered."

Chen Yuan's voice was steady and deep, without the slightest ripple.

"Having children too early would put too much strain on her body."

"There's no rush."

These are just a few short sentences.

It exudes an absolute sense of control and an unreserved favoritism towards Shen Wanzhou.

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Chen Yuan's cold and resolute face.

The slight probing and urging in my heart vanished instantly.

Instead, I felt a profound shock and a complete sense of peace.

In this materialistic and privileged circle of wealthy families where a mother's status depends on her son.

Many men treat women as tools for reproduction and machines for continuing the family line.

And in front of me is a young man who holds trillions of dollars in capital and stands at the pinnacle of power.

When faced with the temptation of carrying on the family line.

My first reaction was to worry that Wanzhou's body couldn't handle it.

This kind of love is pure to the extreme.

It is more substantial than any exorbitant dowry or vow.

The old man's eyes welled up with tears.

He stood up.

He walked to Chen Yuan's side, leaning on his cane.

Grandpa Shen grinned from ear to ear, his face crinkling with wrinkles, and patted Chen Yuan's shoulder heavily: "Good lad, you're a genius! Hurry up, I'll have someone lock you two in one room tonight!"