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

The warm touch was fleeting.

With his distinctively masculine scent, he instantly soothed the inexplicable restlessness Shen Wanzhou felt during her pregnancy.

She's like a cat that's fierce and aggressive outside, but melts into a puddle of water when she's in her owner's arms.

She buried her face deep in Chen Yuan's neck, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The tension in my shoulders slowly eased, and my breathing gradually became long and even.

Outside the window, the night in Jianghai City was still sultry.

But in this master bedroom, enveloped by constant temperature air conditioning and endless favoritism.

Only a peaceful tranquility can bring peace of mind.

However, thousands of kilometers away in the Arctic Circle.

A crazy operation, solely to satisfy a pregnant woman's midnight craving for food, has quietly begun.

A supersonic transport plane painted with the dark logo of Star Venture Capital.

It tore through the frigid air currents above the Arctic Circle at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier.

Two armed helicopters roared out of the delivery bay under their fuselage.

The beams of the searchlights, like two sharp swords, were thrust straight into a remote, ancient glacier.

Fully armed professional exploration team members, wearing military boots, jumped out of the cabin.

Holding the highest precision aseptic cutting equipment in his hand.

Braving the biting cold wind of minus forty degrees Celsius.

They descended thirty meters below the ice layer and precisely extracted a piece of azure ice core that had been dormant for tens of thousands of years and had not been polluted by any modern industry.

The ice cores were quickly loaded into a specially designed liquid nitrogen constant-temperature isolation chamber.

The helicopter ascended and returned to the transport aircraft.

The roar of engines echoed through the night sky once more as they sped back towards the dawn in the east.

This setup is grand enough to facilitate a small-scale national-level transfer of strategic materials.

Burned aviation fuel and special route fees.

It's an astronomical figure.

But in Star Ventures' financial system, this bill didn't even make a ripple.

The next morning.

Sunlight filters through the branches of the plane trees, casting dappled gold patterns on the carpet.

In the open kitchen on the first floor.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple, pure white T-shirt.

A black cotton apron was tied around her waist.

His slender figure leaned against the edge of the wide kitchen counter.

He was standing in front of him.

The specially made black, temperature-controlled isolation box has been opened.

A visible wisp of white, cold air flowed out from the edge of the box.

Upon contact with heat, it instantly turns into wisps of white smoke, filling the kitchen.

A piece of ancient ice core, radiating a faint, ethereal blue glow, lay quietly on a sterile tray.

It is so pure that there is not a single impurity.

It's like a huge, top-quality sapphire.

Chen Yuan picked up a specially made Japanese-style ice-crushing knife.

I didn't use any of those fancy modern blenders.

He wanted to ensure that the original crystal structure of the ice core was not destroyed.

A large, well-defined hand gripped the knife handle.

Slightly rotate your wrist.

rustle.

rustle.

The fine ice shavings, as the blade rubbed against the surface, resembled a miniature snowfall.

They fluttered down into a shallow, transparent glass bowl below.

The ice shavings are as fine as sand, exuding a captivating purity.

Chen Yuan's movements were methodical and orderly.

After cutting a small half bowl of shaved ice, he put down the ice shaving knife.

I took a few pale white strawberries that had just been air-freighted from Hokkaido from the fruit plate next to me.

Remove the stem and cut in half.

The red and white fruit pieces are scattered around the crystal-clear shaved ice.

Finally, drizzle with a small spoonful of clear syrup made from wild honey.

Simple steps.

Yet it brings out the original flavor and ultimate purity of the ingredients to their fullest potential.

"Tap, tap."

Outside the half-closed glass door of the kitchen, the light footsteps of rabbit slippers could be heard on the wooden floor.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a light pink silk loungewear.

Her long hair was casually tied back with a shark clip.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he peeked half his head out from behind the door.

She had just woken up, and the absurd dream from last night still lingered in her mind.

She dreamed that she wanted to eat snow, and Chen Yuan actually conjured up a snow mountain for her.

She thought it was just a dream, a joke Chen Yuan made to lull her to sleep.

Until she smelled that unusually crisp, cold air coming from the kitchen.

"woke up?"

Chen Yuan turned his head, a soft light shimmering in his deep black eyes.

"come over."

He carried the glass bowl to the long wooden table in the restaurant.

Pull out a chair.

Shen Wanzhou obediently walked over and sat down.

With both hands on her knees, her gaze was fixed on the bowl that was emitting a chill.

Her peach blossom eyes widened instantly.

"This...this is..."

She stammered, her breath catching in her throat.

The shaved ice in the bowl had a clean scent that she had never smelled before.

It doesn't have that raw, cold smell of vegetables mixed in with the smell of the refrigerator.

It's like taking your first deep breath of air while standing atop a snow-capped mountain at an altitude of 5,000 meters.

"Didn't you keep saying you wanted to eat Arctic snow last night?"

Chen Yuan sat down in the chair opposite her, resting his chin on one hand.

His eyes were languid and indulgent as he looked at her incredulous expression.

"Try it and see if it's clean."

He handed him a small silver spoon.

Shen Wanzhou took the spoon with trembling hands.

The moment my fingertips touched the edge of the glass bowl, a slightly cool sensation traveled through my skin.

She scooped up a small spoonful of honey-coated shaved ice.

Put it in your mouth.

The cool sensation melts instantly on the tip of the tongue.

It has a smooth, non-gritty feel without any impurities.

Only the purest sweetness and refreshing sensation slides down the esophagus into the stomach.

It instantly extinguished the restlessness and irritability that had been lingering in her chest for the past few days.

Even the inexplicable irritability during pregnancy was completely washed away by this sip of icy snow.

She was stunned.

This is not your average shaved ice.

She turned her head and looked at the man sitting opposite her, whose expression was indifferent.

Suddenly, a fragment of what I had just heard Eagle reporting on the walkie-talkie in the corridor, "The flight has landed and the ice core has been stored," flashed through my mind.

A crazy idea exploded in my mind.

He really...sent a plane to the Arctic to dig up a piece of snow?!

Just because of her unreasonable outburst in the middle of the night, her voice trembling with tears?!

This man.

In the business world, they can silently wipe out a century-old conglomerate.

On the dark web, it can be revered by the world's top hackers.

just now.

Yet, for her whimsical appetite, he used his astonishing wealth and methods.

It was used in a bowl of shaved ice.

Shen Wanzhou felt a sudden pang of sadness.

A layer of mist quickly welled up in her eyes.

Large tears fell in a steady stream, splashing onto the rim of the glass bowl.

Spread a little water stain.

She wasn't sad, but rather overwhelmed by an immense, unconditional favoritism.

"Why are you crying?"

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, then immediately stood up and walked to her side.

He placed his large hand on her back and gently patted it.

"Is it too cold? Does it make your stomach uncomfortable?"

Shen Wanzhou shook her head.

She put down her spoon, turned around, and wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Yuan's strong waist.

She buried her face in his soap-scented clothes.

Tears were all smeared on his pajamas.

"I don't feel uncomfortable..."

Her voice was incredibly soft, with a strong nasal tone.

Shen Wanzhou took a bite of the sweet shaved ice, looked at the man in front of her, and said with slightly red eyes, "Chen Yuan, you're going to spoil me."