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

The fat man took two tissues.

He hastily wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

The phone on the table, which was lit up, suddenly received a voice message from an encrypted dedicated line.

He pressed play.

Chen Yuan's deep, cold voice echoed in the president's office.

"I will not attend any of the regular meetings of Xingchen and Shen's Group for the next few months."

"Unless the company is undergoing bankruptcy liquidation and requires my signature, you are not allowed to call me for anything else."

"Not a single document is allowed to be sent to the manor."

Click.

The voice abruptly stopped after this merciless command.

Wang Kai's hand froze in mid-air.

The expression that was originally painful because of sending red envelopes completely froze into a bitter color.

He glanced at the mountain of merger and acquisition documents.

His legs went weak, and he slumped into the boss's chair, tears welling up in his eyes.

This isn't a leave request from Brother Yuan.

This is clearly a complete abandonment of responsibility, a return to his home base to become a secluded full-time stay-at-home dad.

The scene shifts to the study on the second floor of Cloud Top Manor.

The afternoon sunlight was mostly blocked by the heavy blackout curtains.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of ancient paper.

The large desk was originally filled with financial statements from various countries and hard drives containing dark web data.

now.

It was piled high with colorful maternal and infant care encyclopedias.

Next to it were stacked a half-meter-high bilingual (Chinese and English) book, "A Concise Guide to Pregnancy Nutrition" and "A Guide to Newborn Care".

Chen Yuan was wearing that simple black loungewear.

A pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses that block blue light were perched on the bridge of his nose.

It concealed the sharp, murderous aura that had always been present in his eyes.

He sat in a large gaming chair.

He held a carbon pen in his hand, his fingers long and strong.

His gaze was focused intently on marking up a thick textbook on nutrition.

That earnestness.

It was ten times more rigorous than when he was coding on the dark web to crack the Pentagon's firewall.

The interplay and mutual restraint among different ingredients.

The recommended intake of each vitamin at different stages of pregnancy.

He copied them all down in a dense, detailed manner into the black notebook next to him.

"Tap, tap."

The half-closed solid wood door to the study was gently pushed open.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a loose and soft maternity dress and non-slip soft-soled slippers.

Like a kitten that has done something wrong, it quietly slipped in.

She is currently two months pregnant.

My lower abdomen is still flat.

But under Chen Yuan's outrageous protectiveness, she felt like she was being treated like a fragile glass doll.

"that……"

Shen Wanzhou swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva, still holding a thin tablet computer in her hands.

"This afternoon, the Shen family conglomerate will have a core video conference regarding the expansion of new energy overseas."

"Could I...could I go to the conference room?"

Her voice was soft and weak, carrying a clear hint of probing.

Peach Blossom looked at Chen Yuan with longing eyes.

Chen Yuan stopped writing with his carbon pen.

The pen tip left a small black dot on the paper.

He raised his head.

His deep black eyes, peering through his glasses, calmly fell upon her.

He didn't get angry, nor did he yell at them.

But that imposing aura, though not angry, instantly made Shen Wanzhou stop in her tracks.

Even my breathing became softer.

Chen Yuan stood up.

He strode around the desk and stood before her.

His tall and imposing figure cast her entirely in his shadow.

He reached out, and his large, well-defined hand effortlessly snatched the tablet from her arms.

"Smack."

The tablet was casually placed face down on the desk behind him.

"The doctor's instructions state that excessive mental exertion and emotional fluctuations are strictly prohibited in early pregnancy."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and mellow, leaving no room for negotiation.

He put his arm around her shoulder.

With gentle yet irresistible movements, he half-embraced and half-carried her out of the study.

I walked all the way to the leather sofa in the lobby on the first floor.

Shen Wanzhou was pressed down into the soft, large sofa cushions by him.

"But that project has billions in profits..."

She was still making a last-ditch effort.

He was trying to salvage some of his dignity as the head of a chaebol.

"Is several hundred billion a lot?"

Chen Yuan leaned forward slightly.

She braced her hands on the sofa armrests on either side of her body.

He confined her entirely to his own territory.

They were so close that Shen Wanzhou could clearly smell the clean, refreshing scent of soap on him.

It carried a hint of the smoky aroma of pork rib soup that had just been simmering in the kitchen.

"Wang Kai could easily earn more by typing a couple of lines of code outside."

These words left Shen Wanzhou speechless.

She bit her lower lip, leaving a white mark on her lips.

Her cheeks puffed out.

Although she knew intellectually that he was right, the female tycoon, who was used to being in control of everything, still felt awkward.

This man.

Ever since I found out she was pregnant.

His fatherly aura was so strong it was almost suffocating.

Even the number of sips of water she drinks and the number of steps she walks each day are measured precisely in milliliters and centimeters.

All the sharp edges and corners of the manor were covered with thick, protective padding overnight.

Even the stairs were covered with three layers of thick, non-slip cashmere carpet.

They practically put her in a sterile glass case and enshrined her.

Chen Yuan looked at her puffed-up face, yet dared not argue back.

A layer of unyielding indulgence and pampering shone through his deep eyes.

He turned around.

Walk to the heated water bar not far away.

I picked up a small pink water bag that I had prepared beforehand.

It contains warm water at just the right temperature, 45 degrees Celsius.

It won't burn your skin, and it will warm your stomach and abdomen just right.

He walked back.

Chen Yuan confiscated her tablet and handed her a warm water bottle: "From today onwards, your task is to eat well and sleep well. If the company collapses, I'll give you the money to rebuild it."