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The fat man clutched the red book that represented ownership of half of the Pacific islands tightly to his chest.

The fat on his face trembled violently with extreme excitement.

Tears mingled with sweat and streamed down his face.

He cried like a giant baby weighing over 200 pounds who had just received his favorite toy.

The bride next to her, wearing a custom-made wedding dress worth millions, also had tears in her eyes and bowed deeply.

If Chen Yuan gave Wang Kai the ladder to a successful life...

Shen Wanzhou, his sister-in-law, gave him the greatest dignity in his life through her direct financial resources.

Chen Yuan reached out and patted the fat man's shoulder, which was taut from the bespoke suit.

There were no affected, polite words.

Holding Shen Wanzhou's warm little hand, he turned around and left the main stage to the newlyweds.

3 PM.

The tropical island sun is intense and dazzling, baking the white sand beaches until they are slightly hot.

At the highest point of the island, next to an infinity pool built on the edge of a cliff.

This is a private party area specifically set up for top-tier VIP guests attending the wedding.

The sea breeze rustled rhythmically through the broad coconut leaves.

The air was filled with the fruity aroma of evaporating fine champagne and the sweet scent of various high-end sunscreens.

Under the parasol.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple, plain black cotton short-sleeved shirt.

She paired it with a pair of loose linen trousers.

His tall and upright figure leaned lazily against the pure white rattan lounge chair.

Two long, slender, and strong legs were casually crossed.

His deep black eyes were half-closed.

A large, well-defined hand was holding a crystal fruit platter.

Her fingertips deftly held a Sunshine Rose grape that had just been washed with ice water.

No tools were used.

He gently peeled away the thin, green skin of the fruit.

Place the bright green, translucent grape pulp, which exudes a sweet fruity aroma, into a small white porcelain bowl next to it.

This was prepared specifically for Shen Wanzhou.

Those two energetic "little monsters" who had just learned to walk chased and played on the lawn until they were covered in sweat.

Shen Wanzhou, accompanied by several nannies, carried them to the ocean-view suite to shower and change clothes.

Chen Yuan was here, quietly peeling grapes.

When she comes out of the shower, she can enjoy a bite of chilled fruit at the perfect temperature.

Several domestic business tycoons who had been invited to the wedding were reclining on several deck chairs nearby.

These people are all powerful figures who can command respect and influence in Jianghai City.

But at the moment.

Looking at this ruthless financial magnate who can cause a country's currency to collapse with a single sentence.

He was like the most patient grape peeler, quietly peeling grapes for his wife.

These bigwigs didn't dare to utter a sound.

They even deliberately suppressed their voices to whispers.

Not to mention going up to chat or offer a toast.

I was afraid that I might accidentally disturb the gentleman's enjoyment of peeling grapes.

Tomorrow, my company's stock will experience a precipitous drop.

But in this quiet where everyone keeps their distance and wishes they could turn themselves into nothingness.

There are always one or two self-righteous, ignorant fools.

They wanted to try to break through this absolute forbidden zone.

The other side of the infinity pool.

A mixed-race female model with one-quarter Russian ancestry is standing on the edge of the azure pool.

Her name is Amy.

She was one of the members of the bridesmaids' group, whom the bride's side had paid to hire.

She usually stays on the fringes of the entertainment industry, relying on her stunning figure and bold style to gain some low-class fame.

But those resources outside the third tier.

Compared to the real financial giants sitting on this island today.

It's not even worth a speck of dust that slips through someone's fingers.

Amy's fox-like eyes were painted with heavy, upturned eyeliner.

From the very beginning of the party, he was glued to the black figure under the parasol.

Just now at the main venue, she had been listening intently and clearly heard the groom call that man "Brother Yuan".

He also overheard the whispers of the big shots around him.

The behind-the-scenes boss of Star Ventures!

A true god who holds trillions of dollars in capital!

These titles were in Amy's mind, which was completely filled with vanity and greed.

It shimmered with a golden light even more dazzling than the sunlight on this island.

She had already inquired with people in the industry.

Although Shen Wanzhou is the richest woman in China, she has always suffered from a serious mental illness.

Normally, I don't even dare to leave the house, and I even tremble when I'm in crowded places.

This sickly, uninteresting, wooden beauty.

How could they possibly know what a man's needs are?

Amy looked at her reflection in the azure pool water.

A burgundy bikini with shockingly little fabric.

Even the most important parts were barely covered.

Large swathes of snow-white, plump skin gleamed with an oily sheen under the sunlight, as if coated with essential oils.

With each breath, the deep cleavage on his chest seemed to emerge.

She has absolute confidence in her appearance.

As long as we can get on board the super aircraft carrier that is Star Venture Capital.

Even if it's just letting this man glance at her, or even just letting a little bit of a rumor spread.

Her resources and status for the rest of her life are now completely secured.

"Hmph, a sickly woman who can't even judge a man deserves to possess such a gem?"

Amy's lips curled into a cold, triumphant smile.

She picked up a glass of expensive champagne from a passing waiter's tray.

She was wearing a pair of 10cm high-heeled transparent sandals.

She swayed her slender waist.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of male guests who were practically spitting out nosebleeds.

He walked straight toward the parasol where Chen Yuan was.

The high heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the anti-corrosion wooden boardwalk.

The voice sounded like a provocation carrying a strong scent of hormones.

It forcibly broke the vacuum-like silence surrounding Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's movements did not pause for a moment.

Peel the skin off the last grape with your fingertips.

Drop the plump fruit pulp into the white porcelain bowl.

Then, I grabbed a disinfectant wipe and slowly wiped away the few drops of sweet juice that had gotten on my fingertips.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

It has a strong, pungent chemical fragrance.

The sweet scent, mixed with sunscreen oil, drifted on the sea breeze into the shade of the parasol.

Chen Yuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The gentle light that had been shining in his eyes as he peeled grapes for his wife.

It disappeared completely in an instant.

Instead, there was a chilling, murderous aura that seemed to freeze everything in its path.

This smell is so unpleasant that it makes people nauseous.

Moreover, if it gets on her clothes, Wanzhou will definitely wrinkle her nose when she smells it later.

That picky cat has a more accurate sense of smell than radar.

"Chairman Chen~"

Amy had walked to within a meter of the recliner.

She deliberately made her voice high-pitched and thin, with a charming and seductive quality.

Leaning slightly forward.

She unreservedly presented Chen Yuan's view of her snow-white chest, which was almost bursting out.

however.

She was not greeted by men's admiring or greedy gazes.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his recliner.

His dark eyes were calm and still, as if he were looking at a beach where seaweed had dried in the sun.

He didn't even have the slightest normal physiological response as a man.

"Get lost."

Three words, crisp and concise.

There was no increase in volume, nor any variation in pitch.

Yet it carries with it a natural, blood-based suppression of the lower class by those in power.

The coldness emanating from that voice made the surrounding air seem to drop below zero degrees Celsius.

Amy's face stiffened for a moment.

But the thick skin she had developed from years of working in the world of pleasure quickly gave her an even more aggrieved expression.

She thought it was just the big shot putting on an act in front of outsiders, unable to save face.

"Chairman Chen, they just wanted to offer you a toast."

She bit her red lips, and a few tears welled up in her eyes.

She deliberately twisted her high heels forcefully on the flat wooden boardwalk.

Accompanied by an extremely affected gasp.

Amy deliberately let out a coquettish cry and threw the champagne glass at Chen Yuan: "Oops, Mr. Chen, I've twisted my ankle..."