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

This sarcastic remark carries a strong warning under its guise.

Wandering in the empty square outside the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

It was instantly blown away by the biting cold wind of early winter.

Nothing dirty can stop the grand rebirth that Cloudtop Manor is about to usher in.

Time is like a machine running at full speed and with precise meshing.

In the blink of an eye.

It then skipped the change of seasons and moved into early summer.

The west annex of Genting Manor was completed a whole month ago.

Chen Yuan transformed it into a world-class private obstetrics and gynecology hospital at any cost.

This place not only boasts the world's most advanced sterile constant-temperature laminar flow system.

Even the oxygen content, humidity, and even micro-dust particles in the air.

All of them have undergone real-time precise proportioning by supercomputers.

Today is Shen Wanzhou's due date.

Noon.

The air in the corridor was so heavy it seemed to solidify into water droplets.

The pure white sterile walls emitted a faint but pungent smell of high concentrations of medical alcohol.

At the end of the corridor.

A blinding red light flashed continuously over the three large characters "Operation in Progress".

That lamp was like a tireless, blood-red eye staring intently into people's hearts.

It loomed over the tall, imposing man in the corridor.

Chen Yuan was wearing a light blue sterile gown.

Leaning against the cool wall.

His face was usually ruthless and decisive in the dark web, and he remained unfazed even when facing attacks from Wall Street capital.

At this moment, it was as pale as a sheet of white paper that had lost all its color.

Even her lips had lost their color.

His jawline was taut, and the masseter muscles on both cheeks bulged slightly from excessive exertion.

A fine, sticky layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

The drops fell one by one onto the smooth floor, following the high, straight bridge of his nose.

The tiny water stains spread out.

"Uh... um..."

Inside the delivery room, separated by only one wall.

Shen Wanzhou's suppressed, painful groans could be heard through the heavy soundproof door.

It came out intermittently and faintly.

The voice was very soft, with a heavy sob and a sense of exhaustion.

As if afraid that the men outside would hear and worry, she bit her lip hard and swallowed it down.

But it was just that faint, suppressed groan.

It is a million times more cruel than the sharpest blade in the world.

Each cut was like a knife, tearing away at Chen Yuan's heart.

His heart felt as if it had been thrown into a spiky drum.

It was frantically churning and stirring.

With each breath, a strong, metallic taste of blood filled his chest.

The dull pain was so intense it felt like it was about to explode.

Chen Yuan suddenly sat up straight and pressed his hands firmly against the wall.

The knuckles turned a horrifying bluish-white from excessive force.

Her neatly trimmed nails even left deep dents in the protective padding on the wall.

"Su Qingqing!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

It felt like swallowing a handful of rough sand.

"If anything happens to Wanzhou... I'll tear this building down!"

This is his life.

He said the most irrational, panicked, and out-of-control thing.

That humanoid tyrannosaurus who once single-handedly ravaged an overseas mercenary base.

That living Yama who can scare away multinational financial giants with just a glance.

At the moment my wife gave birth.

All the cold-bloodedness, all the composure.

They were all crushed into powder by those few painful whimpers.

The heavy door to the delivery room opened a crack.

Su Qingqing, wearing a surgical gown stained with a little blood, peeked out with half of her face covered by a mask.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

Even those eyes, usually as calm as a machine, revealed a hint of anxiety.

"Mr. Chen, please calm down!"

Su Qingqing raised her voice, her tone carrying a professional sternness.

"Giving birth to twins is physically demanding, as you know, Mr. Shen."

"She needs absolute quiet and focus right now."

"Your shouting and yelling outside will only distract her!"

"If you don't want her to suffer any more, shut up and wait!"

The person who dared to point his finger at Chen Yuan and yell at him in Jianghai City.

Su Qingqing was definitely the first one.

But surprisingly, Chen Yuan did not get angry.

He took a deep breath.

His broad chest heaved violently twice.

He forcefully suppressed the violent and murderous aura that was about to erupt in his throat.

"it is good."

He uttered a single word, his voice trembling like a bowstring stretched to its limit in the cold wind, ready to snap at any moment.

"Be quick, don't let her suffer for too long."

Su Qingqing nodded and quickly retreated back into the delivery room.

The heavy door was closed tightly again.

The corridor fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Only Chen Yuan's heavy breathing could be heard.

And the sound of the second hand ticking on the wall clock.

Tick.

Tick.

Every second felt like being fried in a scalding hot oil pan.

Uncle Fu stood a few steps away at the corner.

He was holding a cup of warm ginseng tea.

He looked at the man leaning against the wall, who seemed to have lost his soul.

He sighed inwardly.

Even when the Shen family faced a once-in-a-century business crisis.

The old man is being treated in the intensive care unit.

He had never seen the head of the Shen family so panicked.

Uncle Fu walked quietly to Chen Yuan's side.

"Mr. Chen, you haven't had a drop of water since last night."

"Have a sip of tea to soothe your throat."

The old butler handed over the cup of ginseng tea with both hands.

Chen Yuan's gaze.

It remained stubbornly attached to that red emergency door.

He didn't even blink.

But he mechanically reached out his hand.

I wanted to take the cup of tea.

Find something to do to distract yourself from your throbbing nerves.

A large, well-defined hand reached out.

My fingertips just touched the warm white porcelain cup.

"ah--!"

Suddenly, a cry of pain, even more piercing than before, came from Shen Wanzhou in the delivery room.

That sound.

It looks like a long spear with barbs.

It pierced directly through Chen Yuan's eardrum.

It pierced deep into his internal organs.

Chen Yuan shuddered violently.

Those arms that can swing a 200-pound strongman away with one hand and type out codes that destroy a country's exchange rate on a keyboard.

now.

They were so soft they were like two cooked noodles.

He couldn't muster even the slightest bit of strength.

My fingers were trembling violently and uncontrollably.

pat!

The warm ginseng tea slipped through his trembling fingers.

It crashed onto the sterile floor.

The white porcelain shattered into more than a dozen fragments.

Amber-colored tea spilled all over the floor, soiling the hem of Chen Yuan's clean sterile coat.

He was completely unaware.

It felt like my spine had been removed.

My back slid down the cold wall, little by little.

Until my legs went weak.

He almost collapsed to his knees on the floor.

He covered his face tightly with his trembling hands.

He buried his face deeply in his palms.

Between his fingers, heavy, suppressed breaths escaped.

That was a physiological reaction of extreme panic, where even breathing trembled.

Uncle Fu looked at Chen Yuan, who was leaning against the wall with his legs trembling slightly, and secretly wiped away his tears: "Mr. Chen, who is fearless, can be scared out of his wits."