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

The sweet aroma of candy slowly permeated the air in the kindergarten's nap room.

Chen Muzhou swung his two chubby legs, which were clad in white lace socks.

She gripped her brother's suit jacket tightly with one hand, and pointed to the mountain of spoils with the other.

A satisfied glint shone in her eyes, completely devoid of the panic she felt when she first entered kindergarten, a feeling of wanting to shrink into a crack.

As long as I have my brother as a solid support to protect me.

The noisy little boys outside could no longer frighten her in the slightest.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The early autumn sun slanted across the towering buildings of Jianghai City.

Large patches of dappled golden light and shadow are cast in front of the ornate iron gate of the "Ivy International Kindergarten".

The school bell had not yet rung.

The exclusive pick-up and drop-off lane was already lined with a dizzying array of luxury cars.

The low, rumbling sound of the engine idling rose and fell.

Those tycoon wives and rich second-generation fathers who usually wield great power in the company.

They all stood obediently beside the car, eagerly awaiting its arrival.

boom--!

A violent and deep mechanical roar came from afar.

It tore through the slightly stuffy air in the passageway.

A Knight XV off-road vehicle, entirely black and covered with matte blast-resistant armor.

Like an ancient beast that has just awakened, it exudes an irresistible sense of oppression.

It drove smoothly from the end of the road.

The tires rolled over the speed bumps, making a dull, heavy screech.

The car didn't even stop at the end of the queue.

It drove straight past the Rolls-Royces and Bentleys and came to a smooth stop in the VIP no-parking zone right in the center of the kindergarten gate.

The surrounding bodyguards immediately dispersed and set up a cordon.

Parents who drive luxury cars didn't even dare to give a disgruntled look.

They all took two steps back, afraid that their cars would block the way of this living devil.

The terrifying spectacle of the helicopter landing this morning has already gone viral in the parents' group chat.

Who would dare to provoke the big boss of Star Venture Capital at this time?

The car door was pushed open from the inside.

Chen Yuan strode out of the SUV.

Today he was wearing a thin, pure black trench coat with a simple white shirt underneath.

He was not wearing a tie.

His tall and upright figure, coupled with his cold and deep face.

Instantly, the bloated and wealthy businessmen around them paled in comparison.

His deep black eyes swept indifferently over the tightly closed kindergarten gate.

He stood quietly by the car door, one hand in his trench coat pocket, waiting patiently.

"bite--"

The crisp sound of the school bell finally rang.

The kindergarten gates slid open slowly to both sides.

The children, like birds released from their cages, poured out, chattering away, carrying their little schoolbags.

Chen Yuan's gaze cut through the crowd and precisely locked onto the two small figures walking at the very front.

The head teacher in charge of the class is a young woman with two doctoral degrees from overseas.

She was holding Chen Muzhou's little hand, her forehead covered in sweat.

In his other hand, he struggled to carry a teddy bear backpack that was stuffed so full it looked like it was about to burst.

The backpack zipper can't be zipped up at all.

Various top-quality imported snacks with foreign language labels, and a few limited edition Transformers.

It was teetering precariously at the opening of the backpack, threatening to fall out at any moment.

Chen Nian Shen walked ahead of the teacher.

That miniature version of the iceberg's face was taut.

With her small hands tucked into her trouser pockets, she walked with a steady gait, exuding a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Mr. Chen..."

The teacher walked up to the SUV and saw Chen Yuan's imposing face, which commanded respect even without anger.

My legs went weak uncontrollably.

She swallowed hard and handed over the heavy schoolbag.

His voice was trembling.

"This is...this is what the young master did in class today..."

She really didn't know what words to use to describe this pile of things.

Loot? Spoils of war?

Or is it normal business income?

"Chen Nian Shen, did you steal someone else's things?"

Chen Yuan did not take the backpack.

His deep gaze fell on his son's calm and composed face.

His voice was deep and resonant, without any anger, but it exuded an authoritative air that brooked no lying.

If this kid dares to bully others outside, he wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson using the rules of the dark web.

"no."

Chen Nian raised her head to meet her father's gaze without flinching.

"Fair trade, equivalent exchange."

"I traded the right to use a Transformer I won with a ring toss game for three days' worth of snacks as tribute to them."

"They signed the verbal agreement voluntarily; no one forced them."

The little guy speaks clearly and has a logical mind.

They even use terms like "contract" and "right of use" with masterful skill.

The teacher standing to the side wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and awkwardly forced a smile.

"Mr. Chen... the young master indeed did not make a move."

"He just... he just took advantage of the boys in the class's desire to play with toys."

"A set of leasing rules similar to bidding has been developed."

"The parents of those children are all prominent business figures, and they were initially unconvinced."

"But when they heard that it was the young master who set the rules, they all praised their own children for their foresight and for knowing how to invest in advance..."

Even the teacher himself found this statement absurd.

A group of billionaire CEOs watched as their sons were swindled out of all their snacks by a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

Not only was she not angry, but she also felt that this was an opportunity to make friends with the heir of Star Venture Capital in advance.

They even secretly encouraged the children to bring more expensive imported goods as "tribute" the next day.

What the hell is this?!

After listening to his teacher's report, Chen Yuan's coldness vanished almost entirely.

He looked at his son, who stood before him like a little adult.

Images flashed through my mind of how I manipulated the financial markets and used information asymmetry to short my opponents.

That kid.

It's like he's brought all his business tactics to the kindergarten's building block area, without leaving a trace.

There was no gunfire, and not a single soldier was lost.

They emptied the pockets of those rich kids completely.

"Get in the car."

Chen Yuan didn't say anything more and reached out to open the back door of the SUV.

"dad!"

Chen Muzhou, who had been hiding behind the teacher.

Upon seeing the familiar bulletproof car door open, it immediately resembled a little Ragdoll cat that had finally found its owner.

She broke free from the teacher's hand and ran over.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's long, straight leg, which was dressed in a sharp suit.

She endured it all day at school.

Even with her brother in front of her, the unfamiliar smells and sounds still made it hard for her to breathe.

Now I can smell the clean, cool scent of soap on my father.

The pent-up frustration of the day finally turned into tears, swirling in her peach blossom eyes.

Chen Yuan's heart suddenly softened.

He bent down and slipped his large hand under his daughter's armpit.

He gently pulled her into his arms.

His rough fingertips gently wiped away a tear clinging to the corner of her eye.

"Don't be afraid, we're going home."

The low, soft voice instantly soothed all the little girl's anxiety.

Chen Muzhou buried his face deeply in the hollow of Chen Yuan's broad neck.

Her two little hands gripped his shirt collar tightly, refusing to let go.

The eagle stepped forward and took the heavy schoolbag from the embarrassed teacher.

Close the car door.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the parents, the SUV smoothly drove away from the kindergarten.

The temperature inside the carriage was a constant 24 degrees Celsius.

A faint scent of ebony wafted in the air.

Chen Yuan sat in the spacious leather seat in the back row.

With his left arm around his daughter, who was still snuggling in his arms, seeking a sense of security.

That shy and clingy demeanor perfectly overlapped with Shen Wanzhou's reaction when she was hiding from strangers in the manor.

And sitting next to him was his son, Chen Nianshen.

He was pulling a box of black truffle chocolates from his backpack, which he had earned from the grandson of a real estate tycoon.

He slowly peeled off the candy wrapper and broke it in half.

He stuffed half of it into his mouth.

The other half was naturally placed to the lips of his younger sister, who was still snuggling in Chen Yuan's arms.

"Don't cry, have some candy."

His face was stern and cold, but his tone revealed undisguised protectiveness and indulgence.

Chen Muzhou sniffed, opened his little mouth, and obediently bit into the chocolate.

My cheeks were puffed out, and the sweetness instantly soothed me.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair.

Looking at this familiar feeding scene.

Looking at her son's cunning businessman nature, who used the exchange of interests to gain control, and her daughter's shy yet extremely gluttonous social anxiety core.

Chen Yuan rubbed his temples, a low chuckle escaping his throat: "The inheritance of these genes is truly flawless, not a single bit off."