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

Tears mingled with the sour, foul-smelling mud, streaming down her smudged face.

And 300 meters above her head.

This rose petal, still glistening with dew, is riding the warm breeze whipped up by the helicopter rotor.

It floated gracefully over the towering steel buildings of Jianghai City.

Finally, it landed on the huge crystal glass dome of the Sky Garden of Stars.

The camera lens penetrates the transparent dome.

The blinding sunlight was filtered through millions of Bulgarian white roses.

It transformed into a soft, holy halo, sprinkling onto the floor covered with seamless crystal glass bricks.

There was not a trace of urban exhaust fumes or noise in the air.

Only a rich, pure rose scent, mixed with cool, dry ice mist.

It flows gently at your feet, just like a real fairyland.

Noon.

The grand wedding procession smoothly came to a stop in front of the private elevator shaft of the rooftop garden.

The venue, hundreds of meters above the ground, was already packed with people.

There were no seats arranged on either side of the red carpet.

They were all top-tier dignitaries dressed in haute couture gowns and tuxedos.

There are Wall Street financial giants, Silicon Valley tech leaders, and heads of major domestic conglomerates.

These are the big shots who usually wield immense influence in the business world and can cause global economic shocks with a mere stomp of their foot.

now.

They all stood properly on both sides of the red carpet.

They clasped their hands together in front of them, not daring to even whisper.

Hundreds of eyes, filled with awe and anticipation, stared intently at the carved gate at the entrance of the venue.

In one corner of the hall was the Royal Symphony Orchestra, specially invited from Vienna.

The conductor's baton drew an elegant arc in mid-air.

The melodious and solemn Wedding March played softly under the dome.

Music begins.

The metal mechanism on the gate made a soft "click" sound.

Two heavy solid wood doors were slowly pulled open to the sides by waiters dressed in tailcoats.

The entire audience held their breath for a moment.

In the backlight outside the door.

Shen Wanzhou, arm in arm with Old Master Shen, walked in step by step.

There was no heavy red veil covering it.

She didn't use any veil to cover the face that she used to be afraid to see.

She was so open and unreserved, exposed to the world's most prestigious spotlight.

Her fair face shimmered with a lustrous, pearly sheen under the light.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were clear and bright.

Gone is the timidity of avoiding strangers, and gone is the fear of hiding under the covers.

Instead.

It is a composure and confidence that comes from being enveloped in absolute security.

The wedding dress she was wearing.

It was drawn by Chen Yuan himself after he finished coding on the dark web, and then made by eighteen royal tailors from Europe over several months.

It did not adopt the heavy and complicated ball gown design of traditional wedding dresses.

Instead, it was made of the finest silk satin, perfectly conforming to her slender and graceful curves.

The skirt trailed behind her in a long, graceful arc.

What truly captivates the eye are the rhinestones adorning the hem and strapless bodice.

Three thousand pieces, all of them are of the highest purity, selected from mines in South Africa.

As she moved.

These tiny diamonds, under the dual refraction of the crystal chandelier and sunlight, burst forth with dazzling waves of light.

It's like wearing the entire Milky Way on your body.

Neck area.

The eighteen-carat pink diamond rested quietly against her warm collarbone.

It radiates a cherry blossom-colored halo, proclaiming that man's unique and domineering favoritism.

"hiss--"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but gasp.

So beautiful.

This kind of beauty is not the vulgar kind created by piling on cosmetics.

Rather, it is a stunning beauty, untouched by the mundane world, nurtured by supreme wealth and unparalleled affection.

Those wealthy women who used to gossip behind Shen's back that she was a mentally unstable woman who couldn't be seen in public.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.

He didn't even notice that the folding fan in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The jealousy and shock in his eyes were almost tangible.

This is hardly the case of a sick female tycoon.

She is clearly a queen who has descended to the mortal realm.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a pair of crystal high heels studded with rhinestones.

The heels clicked on the crystal glass bricks, making a crisp and pleasant "tap-tap" sound.

Every step taken.

The artificial starlight strip under your feet will then light up with a blue ripple.

The old man was dressed in a dark red Tang suit, his face glowing with health.

Although his legs are not very strong, he walked more steadily than anyone else today.

He turned his head and looked at his granddaughter, who had finally emerged from the shadows.

A layer of warm tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.

Shen Wanzhou did not bow her head.

Her gaze passed through the awe-inspiring eyes on both sides.

Passing through a shower of falling white rose petals.

It landed straight at the end of the red carpet.

The man standing under the floral archway, dressed in a pure black haute couture suit.

Chen Yuan didn't wear a bow tie, and his collar remained slightly open in a casual manner.

But in such an extremely solemn occasion, it didn't feel out of place at all.

Instead, it exudes a sense of composure and control over everything.

Six months.

It all started when she first tremblingly handed over that black card through the crack in the door.

This man.

Use bowls of medicinal cuisine at just the right temperature.

With his broad back, which stood in front of her time and time again.

They even used their trillions of dollars in capital, enough to overturn the world.

It forcefully shattered the cage that had imprisoned her for ten years.

Shen Wanzhou felt a slight tingling in her nose.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the surging heat in her chest.

A bright, dazzling smile spread across his lips.

Her dimples sank deep into her cheeks.

Even the precious white roses around her paled in comparison to this smile.

Their steps did not falter for a moment.

She linked arms with her grandfather and walked toward Chen Yuan.

As they passed by, the tycoons on both sides bowed their heads slightly to show the utmost respect for this marriage of the century.

This is a coronation ceremony that belongs to Jianghai City and the global business community.

But for Shen Wanzhou...

She was simply walking toward the man who cut fruit for her in the kitchen every day.

The end of the red carpet.

Chen Yuan had one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers.

Those dark eyes, so ruthless and decisive in the dark web.

At this moment, it's as if a thousand-year-old ice has melted.

It's so gentle it can drown you.

He watched quietly as the girl approached him step by step.

Watching her transform from that socially awkward kitten who was even afraid of thunder.

It has transformed into the radiant figure it is today.

His Adam's apple rolled slowly and laboriously around his long neck.

The empty space in my chest that I had always felt was now completely filled with something called "fulfillment".

Chen Yuan stood under the floral archway at the end of the red carpet, watching the girl walk towards him step by step, his eyes shining brighter than the stars.