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

A shrill giggle echoed through the quiet yoga lounge.

It smelled like cheap perfume, and it went straight into people's noses.

Several other wealthy women, also heavily pregnant, heard this.

They all put down their teacups and looked at the scene with amusement.

Shen Wanzhou is wearing a light gray yoga outfit today.

Although there are no prominent brand logos.

But it was made by hand, stitch by stitch, by eight top tailors specially hired by Chen Yuan from Italy, using the finest seamless long-staple cotton.

The cost of this outfit alone is enough to buy the five-carat diamond ring on Li Na's hand, which exudes a nouveau riche vibe.

He was pointed at and called poor by a nouveau riche who smelled of dirt.

A cold glint suddenly flashed in Shen Wanzhou's originally calm eyes.

She is the empress who controls the Shen family's multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

Even the most ruthless and cunning businessmen have to bow down to her.

Now, I'm being mocked by some ignorant and arrogant woman.

Her chest heaved slightly as she prepared to speak, intending to use the Shen family's influence to teach this woman what true manners were.

A large, warm hand suddenly reached out from the side.

It was firmly placed on the back of her hand.

"Dr. Su said that pregnant women should not get angry."

Chen Yuan's deep, mellow voice rang in my ears.

It carries a power that can instantly soothe all your anxieties.

He gently rubbed the back of her hand twice with the pad of his thumb.

Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders immediately softened as she felt that familiar warmth.

She obediently shut her mouth, swallowing back the rebuke that was about to escape her lips.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

Those deep black eyes rested calmly on Li Na's heavily made-up face.

There was no fierce look of anger.

There wasn't even the slightest hint of displeasure at being offended.

There is only one kind of indifference, like looking down on a paramecium.

Trying to reason with or argue with such a fool who doesn't know what's good for him is pointless.

That's an insult to the time cost of the CEO of Star Ventures.

How to deal with a woman who's obsessed with money.

The most direct and cruel method was to use what she was so proud of.

Physically crush her self-esteem and perception into a pile of untraceable rubble.

Chen Yuan slowly reached into the pocket of his black sweatpants with his free left hand.

Long, slender fingers pulled out the specially made encrypted phone.

The metal body reflects a cold texture under the warm light of the rest area.

He didn't even stand up.

She remained kneeling on one knee next to Shen Wanzhou's yoga mat.

Place your thumb on the edge of the screen to unlock with your fingerprint.

The dark screen lit up instantly.

He casually tapped a black app icon on his desktop that had no text labels.

This is the highest-level global fund pool real-time monitoring backend of Xingchen Venture Capital.

The page loaded without any lag.

A dazzling string of numbers popped up.

Chen Yuan slightly flipped his wrist.

He shoved the phone screen right in front of Li Na's smug face.

It was less than 20 centimeters from the tip of her nose.

"Can you read?"

Chen Yuan's voice was so cold it felt like it was scraping his bones, not even a punctuation mark of warmth could be heard.

Li Na's previously flirtatious expression froze on her face.

She rolled her eyes instinctively, glancing disdainfully at the screen.

"Pshaw, it's just Yu'ebao, how many can it possibly have..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

That sarcastic remark was like something glued stuck to my throat.

He could no longer utter a single syllable.

Li Na's pupils dilated the instant she saw the string of numbers on the screen.

It suddenly contracted to its extreme.

Those eyes, painted with exaggerated eyeliner, almost bulged out of their sockets.

She stared intently at the number representing the total account balance.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand...

The comma-separated zeros were so numerous that even this wealthy woman, who usually prided herself on having seen a lot of money, developed trypophobia.

And at the very top of that long string of seemingly endless astronomical numbers.

It prominently features a star totem emitting a deep blue light.

That was Jianghai City, no, it was the entire Chinese business community.

It is now an absolutely taboo symbol that everyone knows and is aware of.

Star Ventures.

Highest level of authority.

Li Na felt as if ten thousand gongs were ringing in her mind at the same time.

The vibrations made her eardrums ring and her vision began to spin.

The numbers on this list don't even include her husband's dozen or so villas that he uses to make a show of wealth.

Even if she sold her husband's newly listed company a hundred times.

It wouldn't even amount to a fraction of that number!

The man in front of me, dressed in ordinary sportswear, is squatting on the ground wiping his wife's sweat.

He's not some gigolo who lives off women at all.

This is the living Yama who ravaged the Jiangnan tech circle in a month and forced countless century-old conglomerates to kneel on the spot!

It's that legendary, terrifying deity who, in the name of trillions of dollars, dared to use 80,000 drones to book the entire night sky of Jianghai City just to make his wife smile!

And she.

She just pointed her finger at this man's nose.

He criticized his wife for dressing poorly.

They even had the audacity to offer this living devil a job as a security guard?

A chilling sensation shot up Li Na's tailbone, like a rocket rushing straight to the back of her head.

Her blood froze completely in that instant.

A bead of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.

Washing away her thick foundation left behind comical mud-colored ravines.

"Chairman Chen... Chairman Chen..."

Li Na's upper and lower teeth were chattering wildly, making a clattering sound.

His voice trembled so much that he couldn't even string together a complete word.

The hand wearing the five-carat diamond ring jerked back to its side as if it had been electrocuted.

He clung tightly to his thigh, wishing he could pry off the rock that had just been showing off and swallow it whole.

She flaunted her wealth in front of this man.

It's like a three-year-old child with a stick shouting at a fully armed nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

It was so ridiculous it was outrageous.

Chen Yuan did not take the phone back.

His deep black eyes remained calmly fixed on her, as if he were looking at a lifeless shell.

"What kind of work did you say you were going to arrange for me?"

The question was low and calm, without any fluctuations.

Yet it carries a force powerful enough to crush a person's spine.

Li Na's defenses completely crumbled the moment those words were uttered.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

But it felt like there was a handful of dry grass stuck in his throat, and all he could make were meaningless hoarse sounds.

The intense fear, coupled with the physical exertion from practicing yoga earlier.

This caused her body to experience uncontrollable physiological reactions.

A sharp, dragging pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a warm liquid uncontrollably flowing down her inner thigh.

Tick.

The water splashed onto the club's expensive hardwood floor, leaving a small puddle.

Li Na lowered her head blankly.

The pregnant woman, who was described as a "green tea bitch," screamed and fell onto her yoga mat with a thud, clutching her stomach and turning pale. "Honey... help... I think I've offended a living god! My water broke!"