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

The hoarse, smiling voice faded away amidst the fluttering pink rose petals.

The night sky over Jianghai City was dazzlingly bright.

Shen Wanzhou gripped the heavy brown paper bag tightly.

Tears welled up like a burst dam, soaking a large area of ​​Chen Yuan's bespoke suit.

She buried her face in his chest, nodding vigorously, unable to utter a complete sentence.

This was a spectacular wedding of the century.

They booked all the screens in the city and spent hundreds of millions on a drone show.

It even prompted a foreign head of state to send a congratulatory telegram.

To everyone else, this couple is the richest couple at the very top of the wealth pyramid.

Married life will definitely involve waking up in a 500-square-meter bed every day.

She was served by dozens of Filipino maids and drank Icelandic mineral water that had been flown in from Iceland.

They lived a life of extravagance that most people could hardly imagine.

however.

The morning of the first day after the wedding.

The early autumn sun had just pierced through the thin morning mist.

The French-style floor-to-ceiling windows of Genting Manor are now edged with a warm gold.

The vintage wall clock's hands had just skipped six in the morning.

On the large bed in the master bedroom.

Shen Wanzhou was still fast asleep, like a satisfied cat.

Half of her face was buried in the soft silk quilt, her breathing steady and long.

The eighteen-carat pink diamond ring on the bedside table reflected a tranquil halo in the morning light.

Chen Yuan had already quietly lifted the covers and gotten out of bed.

The movement was extremely light, without making a sound.

He was afraid of disturbing the girl's sweet dreams.

He didn't call any of the top Michelin-starred chefs at the estate.

They didn't ring the bell to call Uncle Fu.

He simply put on a loose-fitting gray cotton short-sleeved shirt and paired it with a pair of loose-fitting dark casual pants.

With long strides, I descended the wooden staircase to the lobby on the first floor.

Push open that familiar semi-transparent glass door.

The open kitchen is spacious and bright.

Chen Yuan walked to the kitchen counter.

He skillfully removed the pure black cotton apron from the hook.

He put his hands behind his back and tied a tight knot.

The movements were fluid and graceful, carrying a muscular memory etched into the bones.

Who would have thought.

This is the man who just last night handed over trillions of dollars in assets without batting an eye.

This dark web monster strikes fear into the hearts of Wall Street financial giants.

On the first morning of their marriage.

She was wearing an apron and standing in front of the sink, carefully washing a bunch of scallions she had just picked from the backyard.

The clear water from the tap gurgled and washed over the emerald green scallion leaves.

The cool water flowed over his large, well-defined hands.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, his expression focused.

It was as if what they were washing in their hands wasn't just a bunch of scallions that cost two yuan, but some core secret concerning a project worth hundreds of billions.

Wash and shake off excess water.

He picked up the black "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife next to the cutting board.

The blade flashed a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

This is a divine weapon forged from meteorite iron, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

At this moment, in Chen Yuan's hands, it transformed into the most skillful vegetable-cutting tool.

Thump, thump, thump.

The knife blade made a soft, even sound as it cut through the solid wood cutting board.

The white and green parts of the scallion were perfectly separated.

Finely and evenly chopped scallions were piled up on the cutting board into a small, emerald-green mound.

Light the fire, then remove the pot from the heat.

The azure flames of the gas licked the bottom of the flat-bottomed black iron pan.

Chen Yuan poured in a small spoonful of the rendered pork fat.

As the oil temperature rises, the transparent grease creates fine ripples on the bottom of the pot.

He grabbed half of the scallion whites and threw it into the pot first.

Sizzle—!

A crisp popping sound.

The white part of the scallion quickly dehydrates and turns yellow when heated in hot oil.

An extremely rich aroma of scallions, mixed with the mellow flavor of lard.

It exploded in the kitchen in an instant.

This aroma carries a strong sense of everyday life and local flavor.

Following the exhaust duct of the range hood, it aggressively spreads towards the second floor.

Upstairs in the master bedroom.

Shen Wanzhou wrinkled her nose in her sleep.

That familiar aroma of scallion oil was like an invisible little hand gently scratching her stomach lining.

Wake her from her deep sleep.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to touch the bed beside her.

My fingertips only touched the slightly cool sheets.

The person is not here.

She sat up abruptly.

The silk quilt slipped off her body, revealing her slender shoulders clad in a white silk nightgown.

Almost instinctively, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes.

Bare, white feet stepping on the soft wool carpet.

She ran out of the bedroom and searched down the stairs.

I ran to the kitchen door on the first floor.

Shen Wanzhou stopped in her tracks.

She didn't push the door open; instead, she gripped the edge of the door frame with both hands.

Half of its body was hidden behind the wall, with only its furry head peeking out.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at the figure in the kitchen.

The morning light shone over the kitchen counter and fell on Chen Yuan's broad and upright back.

It outlines the powerful muscle lines beneath the black apron.

He was holding long wooden chopsticks in one hand.

Skillfully tossing and turning the thin noodles in the boiling soup.

His movements were unhurried, exuding a reassuring calmness.

As Shen Wanzhou watched this scene, her breathing unconsciously slowed down.

A layer of warm tears gradually rose in her eyes.

Last night's wedding that shocked the world.

The blessings from foreign heads of state, the petals fluttering in the air, and the drones.

Even that asset transfer agreement, which carries immense weight, worth trillions.

None of them felt as real as the man in front of her, wearing an apron and cooking noodles for her in the morning light.

This is Shen Wanzhou's husband.

No matter how unapproachable a deity may be in the outside world.

Back in this home, he was still the same housekeeper who would get up on time and take meticulous care of her stomach.

This down-to-earth, everyday atmosphere.

This kind of pampering, where someone cherishes you and spoils you rotten.

It is more intoxicating than any wealth in the world.

Once the noodles are cooked, place them in a large white porcelain bowl.

Chen Yuan poured the prepared scallion oil sauce over the top and finally sprinkled a small handful of fresh, bright green scallions on top.

Steam rose up.

This simple bowl of scallion oil noodles is brought to a wonderfully fragrant state.

Chen Yuan picked up the porcelain bowl and turned around.

His gaze passed precisely over the glass door and landed on the little head peeking out from the doorway.

Sunlight streamed onto the scallion oil noodles in the white porcelain bowl. Chen Yuan turned back and smiled at her: "Go wash your hands, the noodles are going to clump together."