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

Rough, calloused fingertips brushed against the girl's delicate skin.

The sea breeze carried away this low, husky joke.

Shen Wanzhou wrinkled her nose and slapped his hand away indignantly.

Her body, however, instinctively snuggled deeper into that broad embrace.

Time seemed to slow down between the two of them.

The two-week round-the-world honeymoon trip came to a sweet end in the evening breeze of the Pacific Ocean.

The screen switches.

Early autumn at Genting Manor.

The morning mist had not completely dissipated, and the air carried a slightly cool and damp feel.

Several early-rising magpies landed on the branches of the plane trees, chirping melodiously.

In the open kitchen on the first floor, a warm yellow ceiling light is on.

Chen Yuan was wearing a pure white cotton T-shirt with a black apron tied around his waist.

Her long, slender legs were casually spread apart as she stood in front of the large marble countertop.

This morning, he prepared to cook a pot of premium seafood and scallop congee.

The dried scallops from the deep sea were soaked in warm water beforehand and then torn into thin strips as fine as silk threads.

It's served with fresh, deveined shrimp and a few pieces of pork bones simmered to extract a milky white broth.

The purple clay pot rests on a bright blue gas flame.

As temperatures rise.

Wisps of white steam began to billow out of the vent on the pot lid.

Gumbling.

The sound of the thick rice porridge bubbling was particularly clear in the quiet kitchen.

A rich, mellow seafood aroma with the unique sweetness of the ocean.

The aroma of rice, mixed with the fragrance of grains, forcefully broke through the semi-transparent glass door of the kitchen.

Following the gentle breeze from the central air conditioning, it slowly drifted towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

The mahogany staircase on the second floor.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a soft, light pink silk nightgown and rabbit slippers.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes with one hand and held onto the carved stair railing with the other.

They walked down slowly.

I just got off the plane yesterday, and I haven't fully adjusted to the time difference yet.

My mind was still foggy, and my steps felt light and unsteady, as if I were walking on clouds.

At this time usually.

As long as she smells the aroma of seafood porridge wafting up from downstairs.

Your stomach will be instantly awakened by your cravings.

Then, like a kitten that hasn't eaten for three days, it dashed into the kitchen.

She hugged Chen Yuan from behind, clinging to him and begging for the first sip of hot soup.

But today.

The moment that rich seafood aroma that had once made her mouth water entered her nostrils.

Shen Wanzhou suddenly stopped in her tracks.

It felt like someone had suddenly stuffed a washing machine into my stomach.

It started to churn up without warning.

An indescribable sour and nauseating sensation rushed from my stomach straight to my throat.

Her expression changed instantly.

Her cheeks, which had been rosy and flushed as if she had just woken up, lost their color at a visible speed.

It turned as white as paper.

"vomit--"

Shen Wanzhou's legs went weak.

He covered his mouth tightly with his left hand, trying to suppress the nauseating reaction.

But the stomach cramps became increasingly severe.

Even my chest started to feel tight.

She no longer cared about her image, nor did she care about going to the kitchen to find Chen Yuan.

He turned and stumbled toward the guest restroom at the corner of the first-floor corridor.

boom!

She slammed the bathroom door open.

She threw herself against the edge of the sink, gripping the cold marble countertop tightly with both hands.

The fingernails made a screeching sound as they scratched the table surface with excessive force.

He gagged violently in front of the sink.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

The sound of violent retching pierced through the half-open bathroom door.

It stood out starkly and mournfully in the quiet corridor.

In the kitchen.

Chen Yuan was holding a small pure silver soup spoon, preparing to skim off a layer of foam from the surface of the casserole.

That painful retching sound, even from a distance of more than ten meters.

But it was like a heavy hammer blow, hitting his eardrums without any resistance.

Clang!

The sterling silver spoon slipped from his fingers.

It fell directly into the boiling hot clay pot, splashing up a few drops of scalding hot porridge.

It landed on the skin on the back of his hand and instantly burned a red dot.

Chen Yuan, however, seemed to feel no pain.

The man who faced the strangulation of transnational capital on the dark web without even blinking.

now.

My heart clenched, and my blood seemed to flow backward in an instant.

From those unfathomable black eyes burst forth a terror and violence powerful enough to destroy the world.

Did you eat something unclean on the plane yesterday?

Or did they contract some unknown parasite on the deserted island?

Or... what if the anorexia nervosa that was cured for more than half a year relapsed without warning?

Countless terrifying thoughts were frantically intertwining in my mind.

He didn't even have time to turn off the gas stove.

His long legs strode forward.

It stirred up a sharp gust of wind.

The hem of the pure cotton T-shirt fluttered in the air.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan had already rushed to the bathroom door.

As far as the eye can see.

The girl's frail body was slumped helplessly by the sink.

His shoulders were heaving violently.

Each time I gag, it feels like I'm going to vomit up all my internal organs.

Her once fair neck turned bright red from lack of oxygen and strain.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A few strands of hair, soaked with sweat, clung pitifully to her pale cheeks.

Chen Yuan strode forward.

With his large hand, he scooped up her swaying body.

He pulled her into his arms, shielding her completely.

"Wanzhou!"

The man's voice completely changed.

He was trembling slightly, without even realizing it himself.

He roughly wiped away the physiological tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes from her violent gagging with his rough fingertips.

With his other hand, he ran his hand along her spine.

It gently patted and stroked it up and down.

He tried to use the warmth of his palms to relieve her body's spasms.

"What happened? Where does it hurt?"

Chen Yuan's voice was very low, but it couldn't hide the murderous anxiety in his tone.

Shen Wanzhou leaned softly against his chest.

He couldn't muster any strength at all.

My stomach was still churning slightly.

She shook her head, breathing weakly, too weak to even speak.

Looking at the girl in his arms, so weak and half-dead.

The temperature in Chen Yuan's eyes dropped to absolute zero.

That violent and murderous aura, which he usually kept extremely well hidden, belonging to the Asura of the Dark Web.

At this moment, it was released without reservation, like a volcanic eruption.

The air pressure in the bathroom suddenly dropped so low that it was hard to breathe.

He freed one hand.

He pulled out a specially made encrypted phone from his pocket.

Press down hard with your thumb on the shortcut key for the intercom channel.

While patting her back, Chen Yuan roared into the walkie-talkie, "Get Dr. Su to the manor immediately with the best equipment within ten minutes!"