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

The hearty laughter, characteristic of elders, echoed for a long time in the living room of Genting Manor.

That showed her utmost satisfaction and absolute trust in her grandson-in-law.

Time seemed to have been fast-forwarded.

Before they knew it, it was the eve of the wedding of the century.

According to the old customs of Jianghai City, newlyweds are absolutely not allowed to meet the night before their wedding.

They say that meeting would disrupt the festive atmosphere.

Old Master Shen was a man who valued tradition.

They assigned four bodyguards to stand guard at the entrance to the master bedroom on the second floor, like door gods.

They not only sent Chen Yuan to a guest room on the first floor.

Even their cell phone communications were "temporarily kept" by Uncle Fu with a smile.

They call it preserving the last vestige of sacredness.

Chen Yuan didn't try to discourage the old man's persistence.

I changed into a pure black bespoke casual suit, ready to spend this bachelor party quietly in my hotel room.

Just then, the encrypted phone inside Star Venture Capital, which was placed on the table, vibrated.

The name of his best friend, Wang Kai, was flashing on the screen.

The call connected, and the fat man's signature loud voice pierced through the receiver.

"Brother Yuan! Come downstairs! The car is already waiting at the back gate of the manor!"

"Tonight is your last night of freedom before you say goodbye to being single."

"Brother, I've booked the VIP suite at 'Night Emperor,' the most exclusive private club in Jianghai City."

"This display is absolutely befitting of your status as a trillionaire!"

"Hurry up, don't keep the brothers waiting!"

Chen Yuan rubbed his temples.

He wanted to refuse, but then he thought about how he had been either stirring up trouble on the dark web or cooking soup for Shen Wanzhou in the kitchen lately.

He had indeed neglected the brothers who had followed him through thick and thin to conquer the world.

Go have a drink, even if it's just to go through the motions.

He picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair and walked out through the back door of the manor.

Half an hour later.

Located beside the riverside avenue in Jianghai City, where land is extremely valuable.

A detached villa-style clubhouse without any conspicuous signs.

The area outside was filled with top-of-the-line luxury cars.

Two rows of hostesses dressed in tight-fitting cheongsams saw Chen Yuan's bulletproof Maybach with a special license plate stop.

They all bowed in unison.

Chen Yuan ignored the fragrant women.

Under the manager's respectful guidance.

Take a private elevator directly to the "Emperor's Suite" on the top floor.

This private room is usually reserved for top tycoons with a net worth of over 10 billion.

Its soundproofing is comparable to that of a nuclear bunker.

Before the heavy, dark gold double doors.

Chen Yuan stopped and reached out to press the carved copper doorknob.

Click.

The door lock popped open.

Chen Yuan pushed open the door and stepped into the private room.

However, the moment I saw the scene inside the private room.

His dark eyes, honed to a calm and collected composure by the brutal world of the dark web.

It suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

Breathing was stuck in my chest.

Their footsteps seemed to be firmly nailed to the expensive Persian carpet with superglue.

The lights in the private room were dimmed to an ambiguous, pinkish-purple hue.

On the huge genuine leather U-shaped sofa, there were none of the socialites Chen Yuan had imagined who would accompany him for drinks.

There were no scantily clad girls singing along.

Instead.

There were a full ten muscular men, all over 1.85 meters tall, with robust builds and bulging muscles!

These people were all wearing only tight black leather pants.

His upper body was naked.

Under the pinkish-purple light.

The baby oil applied to his pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs gleamed with a greasy, irritating sheen.

These ten big guys are currently dancing to a deafening bass-heavy tune.

On the open space in front of the coffee table.

He twisted his thick waist.

They were doing all sorts of extremely risqué hip thrusts and wave movements.

The most outrageous.

The group of muscular men saw Chen Yuan enter.

They all stopped moving in unison.

They lined up in a row.

He looked at Chen Yuan's cold, almost icy face.

They all threw what they thought was a seductive wink, but in reality, it made one's stomach churn!

"Welcome, Brother Yuan!"

Ten deep, gruff baritone voices, straining their throats, uttered this sweet, delicate welcome.

The sounds overlapped.

The sound echoed in the private room, its destructive power comparable to a sonic weapon.

Chen Yuan's temples throbbed.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

That face, as cold as an iceberg, moved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It turned as black as the bottom of a pot that had just been dug out of the stove pit.

That terrifying killing intent, which he usually concealed so well, that emanated from a pile of corpses.

In that instant, it was like an erupting active volcano.

It all exploded without reservation in that smoky, chaotic private room.

The temperature plummeted to below absolute zero.

Those ten muscular men who were just twisting and turning energetically.

They were swept away by this killing intent that felt almost tangible.

The fawning smile on her face froze instantly.

His muscles trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Wang, Kai."

Chen Yuan's thin lips parted slightly.

He squeezed out those two words through his teeth.

Each syllable was like a bloody shard of ice.

Fat Wang Kai emerged from the shadows in the corner of the sofa, holding a glass of Royal Salute.

His 200-pound body trembled as he ran.

He was completely unaware of the freezing atmosphere in the private room.

They didn't understand the murderous glint in Chen Yuan's eyes.

In the fat man's mind.

Our own brother Yuan is turning down so many top female celebrities and heiresses who are practically throwing themselves at him.

He spends his days in the manor, cooking and preparing meals for a tycoon woman who rarely leaves her home and has a cold personality.

Even someone as stunning as Sister Hong, who offered herself to them, was ruthlessly thrown out.

What does this tell us?

This shows that Brother Yuan is completely uninterested in women!

Then, recalling the rumors about Chen Yuan on the dark web—that he was clean and efficient and never had women with him—it's all very relatable.

The fat man slapped his thigh, feeling as if he had suddenly realized something.

For tonight's ultimate farewell to single life party.

He spared no expense, practically turning over all the top "special" venues in Jianghai City.

That's why they paid a high price to hire these ten most sought-after male models.

All for the sake of giving their eldest child the most unforgettable and thoughtful surprise.

Chen Yuan stopped at the door in "shock".

The fat man thought that his arrangements had worked.

He was so happy that the fat on his face squeezed into the shape of a chrysanthemum.

He held his wine glass and took a few steps to Chen Yuan's side.

He lowered his voice as if seeking credit.

The fat man sidled up to him, grinning lewdly, "Brother Yuan, the women outside aren't clean. I've specially found you the top-notch group of hunks in the whole city. Exciting, right?"