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

This Weibo post has a sour taste in it.

Within the vast pool of online traffic, it was quickly overwhelmed by more and more posts praising "Star Ventures".

That globally sensational interstellar romance was like a depth charge dropped into water.

This completely ignited a frenzy of interest in this mysterious venture capital firm in the global capital market.

What followed was...

The volume of business and cooperation offers was even more overwhelming than a tsunami.

Let's return to the daily routine at Cloudtop Manor.

On a summer afternoon, the sunlight was filtered through thick, double-glazed soundproof glass.

It transformed into a warm, soft light, spreading across the Persian carpet in the second-floor study.

Chen Yuan sat behind a large black walnut wood desk.

He was wearing a well-tailored, dark, handmade suit.

His tie was tied meticulously, exuding a cold and authoritative air of someone who had long held a high position.

just.

His dark eyes, so ruthless on the dark web, capable of making Wall Street tremble at a single glance.

At this moment, however, he exuded an undisguised impatience.

On the desktop.

The piles of folders resembled shaky paper fortresses.

Red urgent documents, blue cross-border mergers and acquisitions, and encrypted files bearing the seals of various central banks.

Layer upon layer, almost engulfing his tall and imposing figure.

These documents, just a thin page at random.

The cash flows mentioned above are all calculated in tens of billions of US dollars.

It's something that makes those business tycoons fight tooth and nail, even going so far as to bankrupt themselves, to compete for.

But in Chen Yuan's eyes...

This pile of papers smells of ink.

It was dull, boring, and nauseating.

"The third restructuring plan for the European semiconductor supply chain".

"Authorization for the construction of a backup encrypted network for Middle East energy settlement channels."

Chen Yuan casually flipped open the top folder with gold foil stamping.

His gaze swept over two lines of those densely packed technical terms.

The large, well-defined hand slammed the folder shut.

Snapped.

The dull clatter of papers echoed in the quiet study.

He threw away the priceless Montblanc pen in his hand.

The pen rolled twice on the table and bumped against the base of the computer monitor.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the large gaming chair.

Her long, slender legs were casually crossed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

After several expansions that were essentially "dimensional reduction attacks," Xingchen Venture Capital's size has grown significantly.

It has long since transcended the scope of an ordinary investment company.

It has become a global, all-consuming behemoth of capital.

Along with the ghost base stations on the dark web.

The amount of data generated daily and the number of matters requiring decision-making are increasing exponentially.

money?

The number of zeros hidden in his offshore trusts has long since become so numerous that he himself has become too lazy to count them.

Let alone Shen Wanzhou buying bags and figurines all by herself.

Even if the four of them start burning US dollars as firewood every day from now on.

Even if it burns for hundreds of lifetimes, not a single corner of that gold mountain will collapse.

This kind of money can never be fully earned.

This is the kind of life where you're stuck in a chair every day, signing a bunch of cold, impersonal numbers.

For him, it was practically a form of imprisonment.

This is not what he wanted.

He suffered countless humiliations at the Lin family's home back then, and later risked his life fighting on the dark web.

What I'm after is never the empty title of the world's richest person.

That's what he wants.

It's just about being able to stay peacefully in a place with a lively atmosphere.

He cooked a pot of medicinal food at just the right temperature for the woman he cared about.

Holding her hand, we went to the market to pick out two heads of fresh garlic.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

My gaze passed over the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

They cast their gaze toward the sunny lawn in the back garden of the manor below.

Through bulletproof glass.

He couldn't hear anything outside.

But he could see it clearly.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a soft, loose-fitting light gray knitted sun protection garment.

She was wearing those familiar bunny slippers.

He was wearing a woven straw hat, which covered most of his face.

He was holding a colorful bubble machine in his hand.

Around her.

Two little ones wearing matching bear overalls are taking their first steps with their short legs.

On the lush green lawn, we ran and jumped, chasing after the colorful bubbles that were flying everywhere.

Chen Nian, the older brother, kept his ancestral, icy expression.

He was holding a small plastic net bag.

With steady and precise movements, he popped the bubbles in mid-air one by one.

Each time she poked one open, she would turn around and glance at her mother sitting in the rattan chair next to her.

Waiting to receive the reward.

And her younger sister, Chen Muzhou.

Then they completely let themselves go.

Like a kitten chasing a butterfly, it spreads out its two chubby short arms.

Chasing after the biggest bubble, I stumbled and fell across the grass.

It was probably still making cheerful "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

Shen Wanzhou sat there.

Looking at the two children, the smile on her face was even more dazzling than the early summer sun.

Her dimples sank deep into her cheeks.

Those peach blossom eyes that used to always hide defensiveness and timidity.

This moment is filled with unreserved vitality and happiness.

This scene.

It's like an invisible and gentle hand.

It instantly soothed the slight irritation between Chen Yuan's brows.

A warm, unyielding warmth shone in his deep black eyes.

This is life.

This is the "career" that Chen Yuan believes is most worthwhile to invest his time in throughout his life.

Those mergers and acquisitions outside that are worth hundreds of billions.

Those multinational conglomerates that fight tooth and nail for profits.

Compared to the smiling face of the mother and her two children downstairs.

It's nothing, not even a fart.

Chen Yuan looked away.

The tenderness in his eyes vanished the moment he turned back to his desk.

It quickly switched to an absolute, unquestionable coldness and decisiveness.

He sat up straight.

Pull open the encrypted drawer at the very bottom of the desk.

He took out a high-level official document that had been drafted long ago and was only waiting for a signature.

Once this document takes effect.

All daily decision-making power and personnel transfer power of Star Ventures and Dark Web Fund.

It will be handed over to another person without reservation.

Chen Yuan picked up the Montblanc pen.

Remove the pen cap.

Without a moment's hesitation.

The pen tip traced the last line of the paper, and the writer signed his name in a flowing, elegant style.

The force penetrates the paper, the handwriting sharp and swift as a knife.

In his life.

Their greatest strength lies in their ability to cut through complex situations quickly and decisively.

Having decided to return to family life, she won't leave herself any room for hesitation or delay.

Chen Yuan slammed the thick authorization letter on the table and loosened his tie: "Let whoever wants to be the CEO be it. I'm going to take my wife and eat my way around the world."