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

The boy's slightly hoarse voice, indicating he was going through puberty, rang out from outside the bright and spacious open kitchen.

With a sigh tinged with feigned maturity.

Chen Yuan was standing in front of the marble kitchen counter.

Hearing his son's complaints, his large, well-defined hands paused slightly.

His dark eyes glanced at his daughter, who was covering her mouth and chewing frantically like a hamster that had done something wrong.

A layer of unyielding indulgence and warmth welled up in his eyes.

"Let her be, it's not like we can't afford to support her."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and steady, with an unreasonably protective tone.

He turned around.

He held the "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife in his right hand, which was completely black and had a blade that gleamed with a cold, blue light.

He grabbed a clean, pure white cotton towel with his left hand.

He slowly and carefully wiped away the last trace of water on the blade.

This knife.

Ten years ago, he used a bowl of boiled cabbage in hot water at the Grand Theatre in Paris, and he blindly cut a peony on a cruise ship at sea.

A peerless weapon that was won back from the hands of a Western culinary master.

Forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, it can cut through iron like mud.

The nanoscale blades can lock onto the cell walls of food in an instant.

Over the past decade.

This is a sacred object that drives countless Michelin three-star chefs around the world crazy with envy.

Its only purpose is in this kitchen.

Chop carrots into shreds, peel apples, and remove fish bones for Shen Wanzhou.

She even occasionally has to act as the tool for cutting the children's birthday cake.

Chen Yuan placed the dried "dragon scales" on the kitchen counter.

It made a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

He took off the black cotton apron he had worn for ten years.

It was draped over the back of a solid wood high chair next to it.

"After we finish this meal, it's time to retire this knife."

Chen Yuan spoke in a flat tone.

Shen Wanzhou walked over from the other end of the restaurant, carrying two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Upon hearing this...

Her peach blossom eyes, though showing some signs of age, were still clear and sparkling, and she widened them slightly.

"You're not using it anymore?"

She placed the juice glass on the marble countertop and tilted her head in confusion.

Over the years, Chen Yuan has been trying to improve her stomach wall, which is as thin as paper due to anorexia.

Every medicinal meal, every piece of fruit.

All of them must be processed using this "dragon scale" to ensure that not a single nutrient is lost.

Now that she's suddenly talking about retiring, she feels a strange sense of reluctance.

After all, this dark kitchen knife has witnessed their journey from initial wariness to now having both a son and a daughter.

Chen Yuan extended his warm palm.

He gently pinched Shen Wanzhou's rosy, healthy cheek with his fingertips.

"Su Qingqing's follow-up examination report came out yesterday."

"Your gastric mucosa has fully recovered to the thickness of a normal person."

"From now on, if you want to eat a smoothie or gnaw on a bone-in steak, you won't have to cut it into small pieces anymore."

He lowered his head.

Looking at this woman, whom I had nurtured little by little over ten years with the warmth and life of everyday life, I felt a surge of energy and vitality.

The huge stone that had been hanging in my heart for ten years finally settled down.

"A regular kitchen knife is enough."

Chen Yuan picked up the "Dragon Scale" and put it into a specially made long brocade box made of black walnut wood.

"This thing has too much malevolent energy. It's a waste to keep it in the kitchen cutting vegetables every day."

Click.

The dark copper clasp on the brocade box closed.

That dark blue, cold light was completely sealed away.

Chen Yuan held the brocade box in one hand.

"Let's go, put it where it belongs."

On the west wing of Genting Manor, there is a standalone building covering an area of ​​3,000 square meters.

That was the Shen Family Honor Museum, which was personally overseen by Old Master Shen when he was alive.

Inside are displayed antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and commercial deeds accumulated by four generations of the Shen family.

There's even a Browning pistol that Old Master Shen used when he was building his empire.

This is the highest level of defense in the entire Jianghai City.

Thirty-two infrared laser nets, plus round-the-clock heavy-firepower security patrols.

Not even an unregistered flying insect can sneak in.

The family of four walked through the glass corridor into the heavily guarded building.

The dome of the hall is extremely high.

The cool white spotlights shone on rows of bulletproof glass display cases.

It reflects a breathtaking solemnity and reverence.

Chen Nian Shen walked at the very front.

Black casual trousers hugged her long, slender legs.

The fifteen-year-old boy had a straight back like a pine tree, and already showed some of the decisiveness and ruthlessness that Chen Yuan displayed in the dark web back then.

He skillfully walked to the deepest part of the museum, which was also the most heavily guarded core exhibition area.

Press the fingerprint lock.

"Click, click, click."

The triple explosion-proof glass cover slowly slid open to both sides.

Inside, a display shelf specially crafted from Phoebe zhennan wood was revealed.

This spot was originally reserved for the blood jade seal that symbolized the Shen family's hundreds of billions in assets.

But after Chen Yuan obtained the seal that year.

He casually stuffed it into Shen Wanzhou's bag, using it as a token for her to swipe her card when buying groceries.

Therefore, this prime display case has remained empty.

Chen Yuan walked up to the display case.

He opened the black walnut wood brocade box in his hand.

Holding the knife handle with one hand, he held the "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife.

It was securely placed in the groove of the Phoebe zhennan wood.

The light shone on the jet-black blade of the meteorite iron.

It reflects a cold, yet eerie light, carrying an endless sense of history.

Chen Muzhou, with a lollipop in his mouth, leaned over to take a look.

"Dad, does this knife mean we can't cut watermelons anymore?"

The little girl's tone carried a hint of regret.

After all, this knife cuts fruit so that not a single drop of juice is wasted.

Chen Yuan gently patted his daughter's head.

"From now on, Dad will cut it for you with a regular knife, and it will taste the same."

He turned his head and looked at the peerless weapon lying quietly in the display case.

This knife.

He once challenged the arrogance of a Michelin three-star chef.

He once made those self-important Western gourmets kneel down and shed tears at the Grand Theatre in Paris.

He even helped an international thief sever his Achilles tendon in a dark alley in Turkey.

It witnessed Chen Yuan's transformation from a housekeeper forced out of his home.

Step by step, using his culinary skills and capital, he brought the girl hiding in the dark room to her senses.

Let's rewind to the entire process under the sunlight.

just now.

Shen Wanzhou is completely cured.

The two children have grown up.

The order between Star Ventures and the dark web remains as stable as a rock.

This knife has thus fulfilled its most sacred mission in this manor.

Chen Yuan raised his hand.

The button to close the glass display case was pressed.

"Buzz—"

The thick bulletproof glass slowly descended.

It was fastened together perfectly.

That chilling blue light, along with those terrifying past events.

They were all sealed together inside this safe, temperature-controlled glass enclosure.

From then on.

This "dragon scale" is no longer a tool for tossing and chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

Rather, it represents the highest heirloom of the Chen and Shen families, symbolizing their protection and favoritism.

Anyone who wants to covet this family.

Seeing this knife will remind everyone of the man known as the "Living Yama" on the dark web and in the business world.

Chen Yuan took half a step back.

His hands were in the pockets of his casual pants.

My gaze passed over the museum’s huge, brightly lit, bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window.

Casting its gaze upon the gloomy, oppressive sky outside.

A thick, dark cloud had gathered in the sky above the CBD of Jianghai City in the distance.

It carried the scent of an impending storm.

Even the normally rolling waves became lifeless under this low pressure.

A chilling light flickered in his deep black eyes.

Chen Yuan locked the glass case door of the museum, wiped his hands, and turned to look at the sky outside the window: "Although the knife is sealed, if anyone wants to die, I don't mind moving these old bones around a bit more."