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

The custom-made military-grade satellite phone made a dull thud as it hit the marble coffee table.

The impact caused the bone china teacup next to it to wobble slightly.

Two drops of tea splashed out and landed on the clean tabletop.

Shen Wanzhou's chest heaved violently.

With each breath, the off-white silk nightgown ripped a tight wrinkle at the neckline.

The empress's imposing aura that she had been forcing when facing outsiders vanished the moment she closed the door.

It looks like a punctured balloon.

It leaked out little by little.

She turned around barefoot, puffing out her cheeks in anger.

She immediately spotted the man leaning against the sofa, staring at her with his unfathomable black eyes.

Chen Yuan had one hand in the pocket of his casual pants.

In his other hand, he held a clean, warm towel.

His eyes held an unyielding indulgence and amusement.

He looks so calm and composed.

This contrasted sharply with her earlier panicked, protective behavior towards her food.

"You're still laughing!"

Shen Wanzhou felt a pang of sadness, and her peach blossom eyes instantly welled up with tears of grievance.

Stepping onto the thick cashmere carpet, she walked a few steps to Chen Yuan.

Two fair, delicate hands clenched into fists and gently but firmly struck his hard chest.

"I'm so angry at those women, and you're not even going to help me yell at them..."

"What if they really do buy you out with a dowry of tens of billions?"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He simply grabbed her two still-misbehaving little hands with his other hand.

Pull it along with the momentum.

He pulled her into his broad, warm embrace.

"Buy me?"

A deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded above her head, accompanied by a subtle vibration in her chest.

A tingling, numbing sensation reached her ears.

"The interest from Star Ventures in just one day is enough to buy their entire family and dismantle them for fun."

He gently wiped away the fine sweat that had seeped from her forehead with the hand holding the towel.

"not to mention."

"In my entire life, I, Chen Yuan, have only ever lived off Boss Shen."

This unconditional favoritism is like a spoonful of warm honey.

It directly extinguished the last bit of bitterness churning in Shen Wanzhou's heart.

She buried her face in his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Her lips couldn't help but curl upwards, revealing two shallow dimples.

time.

It's like the white spray left by a cruise ship.

Amidst the Pacific monsoon, the Arctic aurora, and European castles.

It surged forward silently.

ten years.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That globally sensational wedding of the century, and their years-long global culinary journey.

It had long become a legend among the powerful and influential in Jianghai City, a legend that no one dared to disturb anymore.

The plane trees at Genting Highlands have grown even thicker.

Early summer sunlight filters through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows on the estate's wide asphalt driveway.

A Gulfstream private jet bearing the dark gold logo of Star Ventures.

It landed smoothly on the private helipad on the back hill of the manor.

The strong wind whipped up by the propeller scattered a few fallen leaves on the lawn.

The hatch opened.

Chen Yuan, wearing a simple white linen shirt, took Shen Wanzhou's hand and walked down the gangway.

Ten years seem to have left no trace on this man's face.

He still maintained that unapproachable, profound, and aloof demeanor.

But there was a murderous aura between his brows, as if he were always ready to strangle his opponent.

Time and the women around him have polished him into a more reserved and gentle person.

Shen Wanzhou still retains the same aloof and graceful demeanor she had back then.

It's just that social anxiety makes me tremble as soon as I step outside.

With Chen Yuan's constant companionship over the past ten years, he has fully recovered.

And behind them.

Following them off the plane were two teenagers who had grown to be almost as tall as Chen Yuan.

Chen Nianshen is fifteen years old this year.

He has grown to be nearly 1.8 meters tall.

He was wearing a well-tailored, all-black casual suit.

That face was practically a carbon copy of Chen Yuan when he was young.

He had sharp, striking features with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

Even the calm and cold sternness that shines through his eyes when facing outsiders.

They inherited it all perfectly.

He walked down the gangway with one hand in his trouser pocket.

He was still holding a copy of the multinational new energy merger and acquisition proposal that he had just read on the plane.

Just yesterday.

At the global board meeting of Star Ventures.

The fifteen-year-old boy sat at the very end of the long table as an observer.

It only took three sentences.

This pointed out the financial loopholes hidden in the three offshore accounts within this 50 billion dollar project.

This forced the veteran actuary, who had been working on Wall Street for thirty years, to...

He broke out in a cold sweat on the spot and almost resigned to take responsibility.

Such skill, such vision.

The fat Wang Kai exclaimed in his office, "I've seen a ghost!" It's even more monstrous than his father back then.

And walking beside Chen Nianshen.

It was Chen Muzhou, wearing a pink French-style first love dress.

The little girl has grown into a graceful young lady, with skin as white as a peeled lychee.

Those were the same pair of watery, peach-blossom eyes as Shen Wanzhou's.

When she smiles, she has a charmingly innocent look that can melt anyone's heart.

She did not inherit her brother's coldness that kept people at arm's length.

Instead, it amplified Shen Wanzhou's "die-hard foodie" attribute to the extreme.

"Brother, you should hurry up and go."

Chen Muzhou held a strawberry-flavored lollipop he had just taken from the airplane restaurant.

While licking, he urged Chen Nianshen, who was still looking at documents next to him, to hurry up.

"Dad said he's going to make crab roe tofu and sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch today."

"If you go too late, all the rice crusts will be gone."

Chen Nianshen stopped and reluctantly looked away from the documents.

Looking at my younger sister's drooling expression...

A hint of maturity and indulgence beyond his years flashed in his dark eyes.

He closed the document in his hand and rolled it into a paper tube.

I gently tapped my sister's forehead.

"Eat less sugar. You just saw the dentist yesterday. Aren't you worried about your tooth hurting again tonight?"

Chen Muzhou covered his forehead where he had been hit and made a face at his brother.

"I'm not afraid, because I have my dad's tooth-protecting soup."

After saying that, she moved like a pink whirlwind, stepping out in her soft-soled shoes.

He skipped past his parents and rushed straight into the main building's lobby.

Headed straight for the open kitchen, where the enticing aroma of cooking wafted through the air.

Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou walked behind, watching the backs of their two children.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

His large palm gripped the soft little hand adorned with pink diamonds even tighter.

Enter the lobby on the first floor.

The glass door to the kitchen was half open.

Chen Yuan had already put on that familiar black apron.

Standing in front of the kitchen counter, she skillfully processed the fresh ingredients.

Chen Muzhou lay on the marble bar counter.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the top-grade Wagyu beef being sliced ​​on the cutting board.

There was even a suspicious, glistening liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth.

While Chen Yuan turned around to get the seasonings.

She stretched out her fair fingers and swiftly picked up a freshly baked soufflé cake with slightly charred edges.

It was stuffed directly into his mouth.

"Ugh...it's so hot..."

She gasped for breath as the heat scalded her, yet she couldn't bear to spit it out.

He chewed indistinctly, his cheeks puffing out like a round bun.

Chen Nianshen walked to the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets.

Chen Nianshen closed the multi-billion dollar business plan in his hand, looked at his younger sister who was secretly eating cake in the kitchen, and shook his head helplessly: "Dad, I'm afraid Mu Zhou will never be able to get rid of this gluttonous habit in his life."