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

The roar, carrying the raw, gritty quality of a special forces soldier, echoed through the spacious, bright manor hall.

Leng Yue tugged at her tactical jacket, which was still dripping with disinfectant.

Her eyes were wide open like copper bells, as if she wanted to poke two holes in Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

Holding a small pure silver spoon, she steadily blew away the steam from the bird's nest.

"There are many bacteria outside, and Wanzhou's resistance is currently low."

His deep voice was assertive and confident, offering no explanation whatsoever.

"If I don't want to get flamed, next time I'll watch it through the video from outside the gate."

Leng Yue choked so badly that she almost passed out.

She glanced at Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting on the sofa, wrapped up by Chen Yuan like a silkworm cocoon.

He could only stomp his military boots hard and swallow his pent-up frustration.

Time is like the electronic scale in Chen Yuan's hand used to measure nutritional meals.

Time passed quietly, day after day, with meticulous feeding.

In the blink of an eye, it's already the transition from late summer to early autumn.

Shen Wanzhou during her second trimester.

My belly swelled up like an inflated balloon at a visible speed.

That originally thin and aloof face has now developed a healthy, rosy glow.

Even her jawline has gained a touch of soft, baby-fat.

The anorexia that once caused her unbearable pain has never recurred thanks to Chen Yuan's superb culinary skills.

However, as the months go by...

The churning hormones in a pregnant woman's body begin to create some strange and amusing reactions.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The night sky over Jianghai City was shrouded in a thick layer of oppressive dark clouds.

The late summer heat of autumn brings an unbearable sweltering heat.

Even the cicadas chirping outside the manor sounded somewhat listless.

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

Chen Yuan had already adjusted the central air conditioning to the most suitable constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius.

A faint chamomile aromatherapy scent wafts through the air, aiding sleep.

This should have been the most peaceful time for sleep.

On a large double bed.

Shen Wanzhou, however, tossed and turned in the soft silk quilt like a pancake.

"rustle."

The sound of fabric rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

She turned over, facing the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Less than half a minute.

She then kicked the thin blanket covering her stomach aside in frustration.

Her smooth, rounded calves draped over the blanket, her toes scratching unconsciously in the air.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, sticking to a few stray hairs at his temples.

"hot……"

She muttered something under her breath.

Her voice carried a hint of grievance and spoiled behavior unique to pregnant women.

Chen Yuan, who was sleeping next to Shen Wanzhou, actually did so when Shen Wanzhou first turned over.

She was already awake.

His keen senses, honed on the dark web, could detect even the slightest change in the breathing rhythm of those around him.

He can detect it immediately.

Chen Yuan did not turn on the headlights.

He simply reached out his large, well-defined hands and turned on a retro wall lamp on the bedside table.

A warm orange glow shone, dispelling the darkness in a corner of the room.

He sat up, his broad, sturdy back resting against the soft headboard.

His deep eyes fell on the restless figure beside him.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Yuan's voice was low, slightly hoarse from just waking up, yet reassuringly calm.

He casually picked up a clean, dry towel draped over the headboard.

He bent down slightly.

He gently wiped away the fine sweat from Shen Wanzhou's forehead and nose.

Rough fingertips brushed against her burning cheeks through the towel.

Shen Wanzhou seized his wrist.

Two soft little hands gripped the man's forearm tightly.

She buried her face in Chen Yuan's large palms and rubbed against him like a stifled kitten.

"I can't sleep..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a strong nasal tone.

Peach Blossom's eyes welled up with a misty haze due to restlessness and insomnia.

A touch of endearing red tinged the corners of her eyes.

"Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Or did the baby kick you?"

Chen Yuan took her hand in his own, and gently stroked the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb.

His other hand had already reached for the intercom on the bedside table.

He was ready to call Su Qingqing, who lived downstairs, up at any time.

"Neither..."

Shen Wanzhou shook her head and lifted her face from his palm.

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

It seems they felt their demands were excessive.

I hesitated for two seconds.

But the nameless fire burning inside her stomach was making her feel really uncomfortable.

"Chen Yuan, I want to eat something cold."

She blinked, a few tears still clinging to her eyelashes, glistening with the bitterness of her distress.

"I want to eat snow."

Chen Yuan's hand paused in mid-air for a moment.

A helpless smile flashed in his dark eyes.

On a hot summer night, it's so hot outside that you could fry an egg on the asphalt.

Where can we find snow?

"Want some smoothie from the fridge?"

Chen Yuan asked patiently, his tone showing no annoyance at being woken up.

"Shall I go downstairs and make you some milk smoothie, with some strawberries you like?"

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing this...

Shen Wanzhou shook her head even more vigorously.

She gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

"No smoothies...no ice cubes from the fridge..."

She sniffed, and tears streamed down her face.

It hit the back of Chen Yuan's hand and was burning hot.

Pregnancy emotions often come unexpectedly and irrationally.

"That smell is wrong; it has a raw, cold smell from the refrigerator."

She cried as she made her accusations with righteous indignation.

"I want to eat snow... the kind of clean, unpolluted snow."

"And the coldest one..."

"It has to be the kind of snow from the Arctic!"

If this happened outside, any man would be shocked to hear his pregnant wife talking in the middle of the night.

To make such a fantastical and utterly unreasonable demand is utterly absurd.

I bet they've already turned over and gone to sleep in anger, or just poured themselves a glass of ice water to brush it off.

But sitting in front of her was Chen Yuan.

That's the tycoon of Starry Sky, who can shake up half the world's internet on the dark web and wield trillions of dollars in real life.

Let alone Arctic snow.

Even if Shen Wanzhou said she wanted the moon in the sky now.

He would also have his group of lunatics figure out how to launch a rocket to dig up a meteorite.

Chen Yuan looked at the girl in his arms, who was crying with tears streaming down her face.

I didn't feel annoyed at all.

On the contrary, she found this spoiled and willful demeanor, which she only showed in front of him, to be extremely cute.

He extended his rough fingertips.

Gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, don't cry."

His deep voice was like a comb, instantly calming her anxiety.

"If you want to eat Arctic snow, then eat it."

Chen Yuan tossed the dry towel in his hand onto the single sofa next to him.

He picked up the specially made encrypted phone from the bedside table.

I swiped my thumb across the screen and dialed a number.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Brother Yuan."

Chu Feng's voice, tinged with excitement, came from the other end.

"Star Ventures' exclusive supersonic transport aircraft, with crew members on standby at all times."

Chen Yuan gave the order in a calm tone, as if he were saying the most ordinary "good morning".

"Fly overnight to the Arctic glacier."

"Bring the most advanced sterile cold chain equipment."

"Bring me back a piece of the deepest, cleanest, ancient ice core."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone for a second.

But Chu Feng quickly realized what was happening.

"Understood! Deliver it to the manor kitchen before dawn!"

beep.

The phone hangs up.

The cold light from the screen dimmed.

The room returned to its quiet state, with only the air conditioner running.

Shen Wanzhou stared blankly at Chen Yuan.

Those peach blossom eyes, washed with tears, were filled with disbelief and the shock of being so deeply favored.

She was just being a little temperamental during her pregnancy in the middle of the night.

He actually sent a supersonic plane that crossed most of the globe.

Go to the Arctic and dig a piece of snow for her?

The grievances and frustration in my heart were instantly washed away by a huge wave of sweetness.

She sniffed and buried her head in the man's chest, feeling embarrassed.

Chen Yuan hung up the phone and kissed her forehead: "Get some sleep. When you open your eyes tomorrow morning, your husband will let you eat the cleanest snow."