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

The heavy double wooden doors slowly closed behind Chen Yuan.

The power and intimidation of the top floor of the Starry Sky Venture Capital Building were completely blocked behind the cold metal doorknob.

The door is closed.

It's more than just a piece of blood-stained waste paper.

Even more so, those demons and monsters who once tried to leech off him but were ultimately devoured by their own greed.

An hour later.

The black bulletproof Maybach smoothly drove into the hillside of Genting Resort.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the branches of the plane trees a warm orange-red.

In the manor's fountain square, water droplets refracted into delicate rainbow halos in the evening breeze.

Chen Yuan did not change out of his custom-made black suit.

He simply untied the Windsor knot at his collar.

He tore off his tie and draped it over the rosewood coat rack in the foyer.

He strode into the spacious and bright open kitchen.

The familiar, cool scent of soap, mixed with the faint smell of cooking in the kitchen, quickly filled this space.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong, well-defined muscles in his forearms.

With his large, well-defined hand, he drew the "Dragon Scale" sword, which gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, from the sword rack.

On the cutting board.

It was a top-grade Australian wild black-edged abalone that Uncle Fu had prepared long ago, and a Liaoning sea cucumber that had been soaked for three days.

The blade left a trail of afterimages in the air.

The steady, rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables.

It doesn't carry the slightest bit of the ferocity one displays when ruthlessly eliminating competitors in the business world.

The purple clay stew pot is placed on a blue gas flame.

As the temperature rises, the rich and mellow aroma of seafood broth begins to permeate the kitchen.

This "Sea Emperor Golden Hook Powder" is especially good for nourishing yin and the stomach.

For Shen Wanzhou's stomach, which had recovered but still needed careful care, this was the best comfort.

Chen Yuan put the lid on the casserole.

Turn the heat down.

Turn around and walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window outside the kitchen.

Outside the huge panoramic glass window.

It is a lush, green, and meticulously manicured golf course-grade lawn.

In the center of the lawn.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a soft beige knitted long dress.

Her long, smooth hair was loosely tied back with a pearl hairband.

A few stray hairs playfully clung to her fair cheeks.

Those sparkling peach blossom eyes were now curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

He looked with indulgent eyes at the two little chubby babies on the lawn who had just learned to walk and were wobbling like two little ducks.

"Brother, slow down!"

Shen Wanzhou called softly, holding a clean cotton bib in her hand.

Wearing soft-soled shoes, she carefully followed behind her son, Chen Nianshen.

Although the little guy walked unsteadily, his little face was tense.

She pursed her lips.

She tries her best to maintain her cool, "little adult" demeanor.

Unfortunately, he didn't even take two steps.

The girl next to her, Chen Muzhou, was wearing a pink princess dress and holding half a teething cookie.

Like a runaway cannonball.

"Ah!" someone exclaimed.

She bumped directly into her brother's back.

The two little dumplings instantly looked like two glutinous rice balls.

It rolled into a ball and landed hard on the soft grass.

Chen Nian Shen's icy demeanor finally crumbled.

He frowned and got up from the grass.

Instead of crying, she patted the grass clippings off her sister's skirt in a very serious manner.

"fool."

Although she uttered a single word of disdain, her little hand firmly gripped her sister's chubby wrist.

Shen Wanzhou watched this scene unfold.

A light, cheerful laugh escaped from his chest.

The laughter was crisp and melodious, without the oppressive and dull feeling that came with being shrouded in social anxiety.

It exudes a sense of sunshine and relaxation nurtured by extreme favoritism.

Chen Yuan stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window.

Look at this scene, its edges gilded by the setting sun.

The hard jawline softened without him even realizing it.

In his deep black eyes, a pool of warm, unfathomable spring water welled up.

In this man's eyes.

What about the bloodshed on the dark web, what about the multi-billion dollar collapse on Wall Street?

It's not even as good as a single blade of grass on this lawn.

time.

It's like a ruler without markings.

In this Cloud Top Manor, enveloped in absolute security, progress was made silently.

The montage shots seem to have been fast-forwarded through the alternation of day and night.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the seasons change.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Five years is enough time for a city to be completely transformed.

This is enough to allow a business empire to grow into a true behemoth that devours the heavens.

Star Ventures.

This name is no longer limited to the territory of Jianghai City.

Its reach extends through Chen Yuan's masterful capital operations.

And the pervasive information monopoly of the dark web's "ghost base stations".

It has thoroughly penetrated every capillary of the global economy.

The once high-and-mighty old money families on Wall Street.

It was dismembered into pieces by Xingchen Venture Capital's several precise short-selling attacks.

Those overseas conglomerates that attempted to join forces to annihilate the stars.

They didn't even get to see Chen Yuan; they were right there in their own country's stock exchange.

They watched helplessly as the stock price plummeted to the brink of delisting, and finally knelt on the steps of the Starry Sky Building, begging for a takeover.

As for the dark web world hidden beneath the deep sea.

It was long ago completely eradicated by the name "Abyss".

Those illegal organizations that were involved in human trafficking, money laundering, and taking on assassination orders.

Under the backlash of Chen Yuan's "ghost base station" algorithm.

Either the server physically overloaded and exploded, or the underlying data was directly packaged and sent to Interpol.

The dark web today.

A new, absolutely stringent order has been established, led by Star Ventures.

Those who obey me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish.

In this borderless digital realm.

Chen Yuan is the only god.

And those clowns who used to jump around in Jianghai City.

Those who attempt to use kinship to manipulate others or use dual contracts to scheme against them.

As early as these five years ago, in the torrent of time.

It was completely buried by the dust of history.

It's not even good enough to be a source of amusement during casual conversation.

A summer night five years later.

On the top floor of the main building of Genting Manor, there is a private stargazing platform that cost hundreds of millions to build.

The enormous dome has slowly slid open to both sides.

The vast, unobstructed, and brilliant starry sky above was revealed.

A summer breeze blows.

The wind dispersed some of the daytime heat.

Chen Yuan was wearing a perfectly tailored dark black silk shirt.

The neckline was casually left open, revealing the strong and smooth lines of the collarbone.

He leaned against the cold metal railing with one hand.

Its tall and imposing figure resembles a sculpture that blends into the night.

His deep eyes reflected the myriad stars above.

Five years of reflection.

This allowed him to suppress his murderous aura to the extreme.

It's no longer that sharp, piercing chill.

Rather, it possesses a calmness akin to an abyss that seems capable of swallowing all light.

His gaze was no longer limited to the bustling city beneath his feet.

Or perhaps those insignificant capital games on Earth.

Those worldly struggles had long lost their significance for him.

"What are you looking at?"

A soft, slightly languid voice came from behind.

The tranquility of the observatory was broken.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a peach-colored silk slip dress.

He was wearing Chen Yuan's oversized suit jacket over his clothes.

Barefoot, her small, jade-like feet stepped onto the soft carpet.

Five years have passed.

Not only did it not leave any traces of time on her face.

Instead, it brought out the sickly aloofness that had once clung to her.

It has been polished into a delicate and luscious beauty, nourished by love.

Those sparkling peach blossom eyes remained crystal clear.

She was less timid and more spoiled and dependent, a trait she only displayed in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan turned around.

A large, well-defined hand naturally extends out.

He pulled that petite, soft body into his arms tightly.

His chin rested gently on the top of her head.

The familiar scent of her shower gel, with its faint milky fragrance, lingered around her nose, just after she had taken a shower.

"Look at our future home."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and hoarse, and the vibrations of his chest came through Shen Wanzhou's cheek.

It carries a gentleness that can drown you.

Shen Wanzhou followed his gaze and looked up.

Looking at that deep and mysterious night sky.

He blinked, puzzled.

"Isn't our home on the manor?"

Her little hands unconsciously drew circles on Chen Yuan's shirt.

Chen Yuan offered no explanation.

He tightened his arm around the girl's shoulder.

He raised his other hand, his slender fingers reaching over the railing of the observatory.

Chen Yuan put his arm around Shen Wanzhou's shoulder and pointed to the brightest patch of stars in the night sky: "Wife, are you ready to celebrate our fifth anniversary?"