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

A deep voice echoed on the cobblestone streets of Ginza.

Every word carries immense weight.

Those Japanese diners who were just moments ago so arrogant now seemed to have had all their pride stripped away.

They all hung their heads, not daring to even breathe.

The lingering aroma of seaweed rice balls in the air is incredibly fresh.

It's like an insurmountable chasm.

Their so-called "craftsmanship spirit," which they were so proud of, was crushed into worthless powder.

Chen Yuan didn't look at the old man kneeling on the ground again.

The large, well-defined hand exerted a slight force.

He enveloped Shen Wanzhou's icy fingertips in his warm palm.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

The black armored convoy smoothly drove away from the street filled with the fishy smell of seafood.

however.

This challenge, which seemed to be just a battle of wits in the culinary world, was a challenge to the top.

In Japan's upper class, where the sense of capital is even more acute than that of sharks, a level 10 tsunami has been unleashed.

When the video showing Chen Yuan making rice balls with his bare hands went viral on major Japanese online platforms.

Soon, the shrewd intelligence departments of the conglomerates came forward.

Through facial recognition and comparison of data from multiple sources, a conclusion was reached that was sufficient to cause their hearts to stop.

This is a Chinese man dressed casually, teaching people how to do things on the street using a piece of seaweed.

He is not some reclusive culinary master at all.

Instead, it's the president of Star Venture Capital, who controls trillions of dollars in offshore funds and wields immense influence in the international financial market!

Chen Yuan!

That legendary, powerful figure who could cause a country's currency to collapse with a mere flick of his finger!

This news has been confirmed.

The entire Japanese zaibatsu circle was instantly in an uproar.

Mitsui, Mitsubishi, Sumitomo... those top family heads who control the lifeline of Japan's economy.

They got up from the geisha house and the hot spring villa overnight.

An emergency, closed-door meeting of the highest level within the family was convened.

In the eyes of these old foxes, Chen Yuan's appearance was not only a huge threat.

It is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will allow the family to achieve a leapfrog development.

As long as we can get on board Star Venture Capital, this immeasurable supercarrier.

Even if it's just a tiny bit of residue that slips through your fingers.

This is enough to ensure their invincibility in the competition within Japan.

But Chen Yuan's international whereabouts have always been shrouded in mystery.

Furthermore, they do not accept any form of commercial invitation or official visit.

To get close to him, we must find another way.

then.

A plan that is almost absurd, yet commonplace in the culture of Japanese conglomerates.

It quickly took shape in the minds of these old foxes.

Marriage.

Or rather, a sacrifice.

They sent the most beautiful and charming daughter in the family to him.

Even if I can't become the legal wife.

Even if it's just being a mistress who can't be seen in public, or even a maid who serves tea and water.

As long as we can keep this man in Japan for one more day, this deal is guaranteed to be profitable.

As for Shen Wanzhou, the richest woman who has always been by Chen Yuan's side and is said to have a serious mental illness.

These Japanese conglomerates didn't take them seriously at all.

In their eyes, she was a sickly woman who was timid even in public.

How could you possibly restrain a behemoth that could devour the world?

Men are naturally inclined to seek novelty and tire of the old.

As long as their own daughter is gentle enough and humble enough.

No man can resist such ultimate tenderness.

A few hours later.

Outside the presidential suite on the top floor of the Aman Hotel in downtown Tokyo.

This is a luxurious corridor that is normally only accessible to VIP cardholders.

At this moment, however, the air was filled with a strong, almost pungent, scent of cosmetics.

Both sides of the corridor.

There stood a dozen or so young women dressed in various expensive haute couture kimonos.

They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, with exquisite makeup down to the last strand of their hair.

Some are the eldest daughters of the Mitsui Group, while others are the most beloved daughters of the Mitsubishi family.

These are the pampered guests who are usually high and mighty in Tokyo's high society and are pursued by countless wealthy young men.

At this moment, however, they all lowered their eyes and brows.

Place your hands folded in front of your abdomen, in the most humble and respectful posture.

I waited quietly outside the tightly closed double mahogany door of the suite.

Behind them stood several trembling family stewards.

He was carrying a heavy briefcase filled with real estate deeds, anonymous black cards, and even antique paintings and calligraphy.

This is the "dowry" they brought.

It was also the key to unlocking that door.

Eagle, accompanied by four fully armed bodyguards, stood like an iron tower blocking the entrance to the suite.

He looked at the group of women in front of him, some slender, some plump, all dressed in flamboyant attire.

There was not a trace of pity or tenderness on that scarred face.

All I could feel was an undisguised disgust and headache.

Are these Japanese devils out of their minds?

Who is Mr. Chen?

That's because he's the kind of guy who feels his eyes are dirty just looking at other women, all for the sake of the young lady.

These guys dare to come here as a group to get themselves killed?

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Chen is resting and will not be receiving guests."

The eagle's voice was as cold and hard as a piece of raw iron.

He gave them the order to leave in broken English.

"If they don't leave, we'll have no choice but to use force to clear the area."

But these young ladies, who had received a death order from their families, were not about to give up easily.

One of them was a girl wearing a cherry blossom pink kimono, and had the sweetest and most charming appearance.

She bit her pink lower lip.

She is the most beautiful illegitimate daughter of the Mitsui family in this generation, and her name is Sakurako.

She was raised from a young age to be a bargaining chip in a marriage alliance, and she is skilled in all kinds of ways to serve others.

She took a deep breath.

Ignoring the eagle's cold, sharp gaze, he took half a step forward.

Under the astonished gaze of all the bodyguards.

Her knees buckled.

They were actually right there in the hallway, which was covered with a thick wool carpet.

He knelt down in a standard Japanese "dogeza" posture.

His forehead was pressed against the carpet, and his back was bent in an extremely humble arc.

"Please make an exception..."

Sakura raised her head, her watery eyes filled with pitiful tears.

Using broken Chinese that he had practiced for a long time.

Her voice was soft and melodious, carrying a seductive charm that could melt your bones.

She deliberately pulled down the neckline of her kimono.

A large expanse of her snow-white, delicate nape and beautifully shaped collarbone was exposed.

This is the most captivating area for men in traditional Japanese clothing.

"The sincerity our family brings will definitely satisfy Mr. Chen."

"I...I don't need any title."

She became more and more pitiful as she spoke, and even crawled two steps on her knees, trying to get closer to the tightly closed door.

The rich scent of cherry blossom perfume wafted straight into the crack in the door.

A Japanese chaebol heiress, clutching the collar of her kimono, knelt pitifully in the corridor: "Mr. Chen, please allow me to serve you, even if it's just to serve you tea and water..."