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

Glistening beads of sweat slid down the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses.

It hit the collar of the bespoke suit.

The CEO next to him, who usually wields considerable influence in the energy sector.

A dry, swallowing sound came from his throat.

They couldn't even utter a word of agreement.

The champagne tower in the Sky Gardens reflects a dazzling halo under the warm light.

These bigwigs, at this moment, seem like a group of juniors attending an elder's birthday banquet.

Guai felt that even the sound of the wine glasses clinking was deliberately kept low.

on the main stage.

A carpet of white roses stretched all the way to their feet.

Chen Yuan was wearing a sharp, all-black suit.

Holding Shen Wanzhou's hand, he stood in the very center of the spotlight.

His deep eyes did not look at the awe-inspiring faces below the stage.

All eyes were on the girl in the diamond-studded wedding dress beside him.

"There's still one step that hasn't been completed."

Chen Yuan's deep and gentle voice was clearly transmitted throughout the venue through the miniature microphone.

Shen Wanzhou tilted her head slightly.

A hint of doubt flashed in those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes.

Didn't you already exchange rings?

Even foreign heads of state have sent their blessings.

What other procedures are there?

Her fair fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her wedding dress, her knuckles turning slightly red.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He simply freed his right hand and reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He pulled out a seemingly ordinary kraft paper document bag.

It wasn't packaged in any luxurious brocade box.

There wasn't any exaggerated bow tied around it.

There was only this one file folder, and the edges were even a bit worn.

In Chen Yuan's hands, however, it seemed to weigh an immense weight.

The guests below the stage craned their necks.

Ma Huayun pushed up his slipped glasses, his sharp eyes fixed on the bag.

At Chen Yuan's level.

What he takes out, even if it's just a blank sheet of paper, is a bargaining chip that could cause a global earthquake.

"This is the wedding gift I prepared for you."

Chen Yuan handed the file bag to Shen Wanzhou.

"Open it and take a look."

Shen Wanzhou's heart was pounding in her chest.

She released her grip on the hem of her skirt.

I carefully took the brown paper bag.

Go around the white line sealing the opening.

What's inside isn't a property ownership certificate.

It's not a jewelry certificate either.

Instead, it was a thick stack of legal documents in a mix of English and Chinese, stamped with various red seals and steel stamps.

Shen Wanzhou drew the top card.

I only glanced at it.

She froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her peach blossom eyes widened in shock.

That was an unconditional equity transfer agreement.

Transferor: Chen Yuan.

Transferee: Shen Wanzhou.

Target of transfer: 100% absolute controlling stake in Xingchen Venture Capital.

With trembling hands, she turned to the second page.

The ownership transfer document for all underlying control code and related funding pools of the dark web ghost base station.

Page 3.

Confirmation of changes to the highest authority of 37 offshore trust funds.

At the very bottom of each document.

It already bears Chen Yuan's flamboyant signature.

The brushstrokes are sharp and powerful, penetrating the paper.

These files together

It represents more than just trillions of dollars in cash flow and fixed assets.

It is also the supreme ruler of the global digital world and underground finance.

All Shen Wanzhou needs to do is sign the transferee's name.

All the wealth Chen Yuan had risked his life to build up over the past five years on the dark web.

He single-handedly built a business empire that even Wall Street feared.

In that instant.

It will then belong completely and utterly to Shen Wanzhou.

And he himself would truly become a penniless pauper.

"What...what does this mean?"

Shen Wanzhou's eyes instantly reddened.

His hands, holding the stack of papers, trembled like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

The paper made a crisp rustling sound.

"Literal meaning."

Chen Yuan's tone was so calm, as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today.

He didn't even glance at the documents that could drive all the bigwigs in the room crazy.

"Everything I own is here."

offstage.

The heads of families sitting in the front row saw the heading of the document projected on the large screen.

The group gasped in shock.

hiss--!

The synchronized inhalation sounded particularly jarring in the quiet meeting room.

"Insane! They've transferred everything? That's trillions of dollars worth of assets!"

"That's Star Ventures' and the dark web's trump card! He didn't even bother with a prenuptial agreement?!"

"Is this man willing to risk his life for love?!"

These capitalists are cunning to the core.

At this moment, my values ​​were completely crushed into powder.

In their circle, even marriages worth tens of millions are considered auspicious.

They all bring a bunch of lawyers and scrutinize the prenuptial agreement down to the last punctuation mark.

They were terrified that their spouse would take not a single penny from them in the event of a divorce.

And Chen Yuan.

He directly risked his entire fortune and life, along with his invincible business empire.

In front of the whole world.

It was stuffed into a woman's hand without any reservation.

This kind of irrational favoritism.

This confidence stems from viewing money as worthless.

They thoroughly crushed the arrogance of everyone present.

"I don't want to..."

Shen Wanzhou shook her head desperately, finally unable to hold back her tears.

Like beads from a broken string, large ones hit the back of my hand.

Those expensive legal documents were soaked.

She pushed the file bag into Chen Yuan's hands.

"I don't want any of that... I have money, the Shen family has enough money to support you..."

Her nose turned red from crying.

Those who developed a defensiveness towards others due to childhood kidnapping.

At this moment, I was completely melted by this burning, deep affection.

This man truly showed her his whole heart.

"Here you go, sweetie."

Chen Yuan did not answer.

He took her trembling little hand in his own.

Warm fingertips gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks.

The movements were as gentle as if they were handling a priceless, rare treasure.

"How can your meager allowance possibly support me?"

A smile that seemed to linger on Chen Yuan's lips curled up.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying a heart-fluttering indulgence.

Chen Yuan shoved the documents into her hand and flicked her nose: "From now on, I'll be a complete pauper. Boss Shen will have to support me for the rest of my life."