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

Click!

This was accompanied by a trembling report.

The thick-bottomed crystal glass in Chen Yuan's hand contained half a cup of Royal Salute cannons.

It bursts open directly in the palm of your hand.

The amber-colored liquor was mixed with sharp shards of glass.

It splashed everywhere.

It stuck to the soft cushions of the high-end genuine leather sofa, leaving a few water stains.

Chen Yuan didn't even frown.

The large, well-defined hand slowly opened.

He let the shards of glass slip through his fingers and fall onto the Persian carpet.

There wasn't a trace of blood in my palm, only a chilling coldness.

In his deep black eyes.

The helplessness that had just arisen because of the fat man's blunder was instantly swallowed up by a violent black storm.

Male model?

Still dancing in the manor?

Shen Wanzhou, that socially awkward girl who even wraps herself up like a mummy when she goes to the supermarket.

Are you watching ten half-naked men dancing right now?

The vinegar jar was overturned.

It was as if it had smashed directly into Chen Yuan's skull, burning his reason to ashes along with it.

"Cold Moon".

Chen Yuan squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.

His voice carried a murderous intent that seemed to want to skin someone alive.

Wang Kai, who was standing to the side, was still in shock.

Hearing the noise, his two chubby legs went weak, and he almost knelt directly on the broken glass.

"Brother Yuan... have you made arrangements for your wife too?"

Wang Kai stammered, sweat pouring down his forehead even more profusely than before.

Chen Yuan ignored him.

He stood up directly from the sofa.

Its tall body stirred up a sharp gust of wind.

He didn't even take the plain black casual suit jacket; he was only wearing that black shirt.

He strode out of the smoky, oppressive imperial box with long strides.

The manager and the greeter outside the door didn't even see his movements clearly.

I only felt a gust of cold wind pass by before I disappeared into the private elevator.

Genting Manor, first floor lobby.

The originally quiet and warm color scheme was now softened by several deliberately dimmed ambient lights.

It creates a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere, similar to a high-end nightclub.

Deafeningly loud European and American electronic dance music, enhanced by top-of-the-line sound systems.

The vibrations caused the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows to tremble slightly.

In the very center of the hall.

Ten tall, handsome mixed-race male models.

They were all dressed in white tight-fitting vests and black suit pants.

They are making synchronized and provocative wave movements in rhythm with the music.

Sweat dripped down their full chest muscles, exuding a strong masculine aura.

"Wow! Great jump! The one on the left, make your waist a little more flexible!"

Leng Yue, dressed in a black tight-fitting vest, sat on the sofa with an air of nonchalance.

Holding a glass of red wine, he watched and whistled excitedly.

Those eyes that killed on the battlefield.

At this moment, he was brazenly scanning the abs of these male models.

And beside her.

Shen Wanzhou's situation can be described as dire.

She was wearing a conservative light-colored silk nightgown and had huddled tightly in the corner of the sofa.

He bent his legs up, his knees pressed tightly against his chest.

He was holding the Pikachu plush pillow that he always had with him.

She buried her face completely behind the cushion.

Only a gap of less than one centimeter was left.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, and even their eyelashes were trembling wildly.

"Yueyue...make them stop..."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was thick with sobs.

Amidst the deafening music, it sounded weak and pitiful.

"I don't want to see... Tell them to leave..."

She now finds it difficult to even breathe.

The room was filled with the smell of strangers and those nauseating perfumes.

The fumes made her stomach churn with acid.

If Leng Yue hadn't held her shoulders tightly to prevent her from running away...

She had already retreated to the master bedroom on the second floor and huddled inside the closet.

"Wanzhou, don't back down!"

Leng Yue ripped away the pillow that Shen Wanzhou was using to cover her face.

He pinched her waist in exasperation.

"You're getting married tomorrow, and you're going to be stuck with Chen Yuan for the rest of your life."

"Tonight's the final celebration of saying goodbye to single life!"

"Look at these mixed-race young men, look at their abs and V-lines."

"Which one isn't more interesting than Chen Yuan, that cook who spends all his time in the kitchen?"

As a special forces soldier, Leng Yue believes in living for the moment.

She snapped her fingers.

The male models immediately understood.

With dance steps, they directly approached the sofa area where Shen Wanzhou was.

One of the blond, blue-eyed male models even boldly bent over.

He was about to reach out and grab Shen Wanzhou's hand that was clutching her pajamas.

"Don't touch me!"

Shen Wanzhou let out a sharp scream in fright.

My body instinctively leaned back, my back slamming hard against the back of the sofa.

With her eyes closed, she waved the cushion in her hand haphazardly.

It's like a small beast that's been driven to the brink of despair, baring its fangs and claws.

The intense repulsion and fear caused her whole body to convulse.

She doesn't want to look at abs or mixed-race handsome guys.

All she wanted was Chen Yuan.

All she wanted was a man who smelled of clean soap and would gently rub her head.

If Chen Yuan were here now, he would definitely throw all these annoying people out.

"You silly girl, you have no sense of romance at all."

Leng Yue sighed, just about to ask the male model to step back a little.

Just then.

"boom--!"

On the mountain road.

A pure black bulletproof Maybach looked like a wild beast that had been completely enraged.

At the series of sharp turns, he didn't even apply the brakes.

The tires left blinding sparks on the ground.

The roar of the engine tore through the silent night sky with a chilling sound.

Inside the guard post outside the manor gate.

The security personnel saw the familiar main vehicle but didn't even have time to press the door open button.

The SUV crashed head-on into the defensive gate of the large iron gate.

The loud sound of metal breaking drowned out the bass music playing in the hall.

The SUV made a violent drift in the fountain square.

It came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door was kicked open.

Chen Yuan got out of the car.

The collar of his dark shirt was slightly open, and the night breeze fluttered the hem of his shirt.

But it couldn't dispel the almost solidified black aura emanating from him.

He strode forward, stepping onto the white marble steps.

We walked step by step into the brightly lit hall.

With each step you take, the temperature of the surrounding air drops by a few degrees.

Eagle stood outside the door with several security personnel, all with their heads down.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They were terrified that the wrath of this living devil would extend to them.

Chen Yuan walked to the entrance of the hall.

They didn't even need to reach out and push the door open.

With a screeching sound of brakes, Chen Yuan kicked open the manor gate, his eyes blazing with fury that seemed to ignite the air: "Shen Wanzhou, you've got some nerve, haven't you?"