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

Regretful cries echoed through the smoky mahjong parlor.

No one agreed with her.

The old neighbors around the table all looked like quails that had been chilled by frost.

They all hunched their shoulders, staring intently at the grand celebration on the television screen.

His face was even more bitter than if he had eaten bitter herbs.

They once personally pushed away a golden opportunity that could have changed their destiny, treating it like trash.

Now we can only live in this dark and damp urban village.

Looking at that poor boy who was being trampled under their feet.

Standing on a cloud they could never reach in their lifetime, they squandered money like water.

This sense of loss is worse than death.

They transformed into thorny vines, tightly constricting their internal organs.

But this greed and fanaticism was triggered by the exposure of Chen Yuan's identity.

They didn't just stay in that dilapidated mahjong parlor in the urban village.

Star Venture Capital Headquarters Building.

Located in the heart of Jianghai City's most bustling CBD.

The towering glass curtain wall reflects a cold, hard blue light under the midday sun.

Outside the main entrance on the first floor of the building.

It is a spacious square covering several thousand square meters.

Normally, only high-end business vehicles are allowed to park here.

But today.

The square was crowded with middle-aged and elderly men and women dressed in cheap winter clothes, some even smelling of mud.

There were more than twenty people in this group.

They ignored the biting cold wind in the square.

They hurriedly unfurled a huge banner with red background and white lettering.

Congratulations to my nephew Chen Yuan on the birth of his son! The entire Chen clan rejoices!

The bright red banner fluttered loudly in the cold wind.

The leader was a gaunt old man with a greasy cotton-padded jacket and a face full of wrinkles.

His name is Chen Jianguo, and according to seniority, he is Chen Yuan's nominal uncle.

Chen Yuan's biological father was Chen Hai.

In order to win back their losses at an underground casino, they abandoned Chen Yuan, who was still an infant, in the snow.

These so-called relatives of the Chen family.

Not a single person stood up and said a single fair word.

Even when the old dean carried the nearly frozen Chen Yuan to beg them to take him in.

They slammed the door shut as if they were avoiding a plague.

"This kid is a jinx; anyone who gets involved with him is doomed!"

The vicious curse from back then still echoes in my ears.

just now.

I saw news reports about the "big boss of Star Venture Capital" and his "trillion-dollar net worth".

These bloodsuckers have caught the scent of money.

It was like a leech that had caught a whiff of warm blood in the dead of winter.

They chartered a dilapidated bus overnight and drove from the countryside to Jianghai City.

"Chen Yuan! Chen Yuan, come out here!"

Uncle Chen was holding a cheap plastic megaphone.

He yelled and shouted at the tightly closed automatic doors of the Starry Sky Building, using his rough, hoarse voice.

"I'm your uncle!"

"You've really made something of yourself now, you're going to be a father."

"We should at least give some celebratory money to our Chen family elders!"

"We don't ask for much, just a few million from each family would be enough to repay the blood debt owed to the Chen family!"

He shouted as he looked around.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with insatiable scheming.

They were trying to attract the attention of passing white-collar workers and the media.

They wanted to use the names of "blood ties" and "elders" as a pretext.

They are morally blackmailing this nephew who is now incredibly wealthy.

"That's right! Without our Chen family roots, he wouldn't be where he is today!"

A middle-aged woman with curly hair chimed in.

Spit flew everywhere.

"Even a single hair he plucks is thicker than our waists."

"What's wrong with giving some money to family? It's his filial duty!"

This group of people were causing a huge disturbance outside the building.

This caused several multinational executives who had just parked their cars to frown repeatedly.

More than a dozen security personnel from Xingchen Venture Capital.

A human wall has already been set up outside the glass door.

Stop these relatives, who are like mad dogs, from rushing into the hall.

However, the other party claimed to be a "relative of the boss".

The security guards were hesitant to act rashly and dared not directly remove the person.

The only way to report to higher management in an emergency is through the internal communication system.

The top floor of the building houses the president's private lounge.

There was no trace of the chill outside in the air here.

The constant temperature system maintains the indoor temperature at the most comfortable 26 degrees Celsius.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a layer of shimmering gold on the carpet.

Chen Yuan was not wearing a suit.

He was wearing a soft gray cotton knit sweater.

His tall and imposing figure condescended to sit on the low carpet.

On the large coffee table in front of him, there wasn't a single financial statement that was worth hundreds of billions.

There is also no dark web data that could make Wall Street tremble.

Instead.

It was a pile of colorful, soft, and delicate baby clothes.

There were onesies with bunny ears and bibs printed with little ducks.

Chen Yuan's slender fingers were carefully pinching a pair of pink baby socks that were only half the size of his palm.

The fingertips gently caressed the pure cotton fabric.

In his deep black eyes.

The ruthless decisiveness he displayed in business battles melted away into a pool of soft spring water.

The light in his eyes was even warmer than the sunlight outside the window.

He was conceiving the idea of ​​these little pink socks in his mind.

What an adorable sight it would be to wear on his future daughter's chubby little feet.

"Knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the door of the lounge.

The head of security stood outside the door, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Chairman Chen."

The supervisor's voice was low and trembling with apprehension.

"Downstairs... a group of people claiming to be relatives of your Chen family clan have arrived."

"They're holding banners and megaphones, asking you to come down and distribute... to give out lucky money."

"Because there are reporters from several media outlets staking out outside."

"The people below are afraid that forcibly driving them away will bring you negative public opinion, so they are asking you how to handle it."

Chen Yuan rubbed his fingers against the pink socks.

He paused for a moment.

But it was only a pause of half a second.

He didn't put down the little sock in his hand.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His deep black eyes remained focused on the pink object in his hand.

It was as if the noisy group of blood relatives outside the door were less important than a single loose thread on this sock.

That snowy winter night twenty-two years ago.

The child was only two years old and his whole body was turned purple from the cold.

A child who cried until his voice was hoarse in the snow and almost froze to death on the street.

When they sought help from these so-called "blood relatives".

In return, he was met with a tightly shut door and curses of "nemesis."

That snowfall had long since erased all the warmth Chen Yuan felt about the "Chen family" from his very bones.

It froze into solid ice that would never melt.

just now.

Look at him standing at the pinnacle of power and wealth.

He just wants to use a flimsy phrase like "blood ties" to take away the mountain of gold he risked his life to earn?

It's absolutely ridiculous.

For these rotten bloodsucking worms.

He wouldn't even deign to spare a single extra punctuation mark.

A low, cold laugh escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

There was no anger in the laughter.

There is only one kind of absolute indifference, like looking at a rat in a sewer.

Public opinion? Moral blackmail?

In the face of the creators of the dark web's rules, these worldly chains are laughably fragile.

"Public opinion cannot crush Star Ventures."

Chen Yuan's voice was so flat that no emotion could be detected.

It's like issuing an order to clean up the office trash.

There was no temperature at all.

He raised his head.

My gaze passed over the frosted glass door and landed on the security supervisor outside.

Chen Yuan looked at the pink baby socks in his hand, his tone as cold as ice: "Release a few police dogs. Ten minutes later, no one is allowed to stay outside the gate."