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

A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the spacious hall of Cloudtop Manor.

It drowned out the sound of the raging wind and rain outside the window.

Wang Kai, weighing over 200 pounds, lay sprawled on an expensive Persian carpet.

All the fat on his body was trembling uncontrollably.

The mud and water that dripped from the suit quickly stained a large, glaring patch on the expensive carpet.

Chen Yuan sat in the leather sofa.

The cup of tea in my hand, which was originally steaming hot, suddenly rippled violently.

A drop of tea spilled out and landed on the black casual trousers, leaving a dark stain.

He slowly put down his teacup.

The porcelain collided with the glass coffee table, producing a dull "thud".

It's been ten years.

Ten years ago in Paris, I cut off the arrogance of those few Western Michelin-starred old men.

After using ghost base stations on the dark web to clean up all black money chains targeting China.

He hasn't touched those bloody data dashboards for a full ten years.

He poured all his energy into the kitchen of this Cloud Top Manor.

He poured his energy into developing new recipes for his wife and children every day, creating different dishes each time.

He believed that those financial giants licking their wounds on Wall Street had already had their spines broken by him.

I will never dare to set foot on Chinese soil again in my entire life.

did not expect.

This pack of wolves endured for a full ten years and actually raised a staggering ten trillion yuan.

They attempted to take advantage of his retirement to overturn the country's economic lifeline in one fell swoop.

"Ten trillion."

Chen Yuan muttered to himself, pondering the number.

There wasn't a trace of panic in his voice.

Those dark eyes, silent for ten years, still held the gentle shell used to disguise him as a stay-at-home husband.

In that instant.

Like dry ice scorched by a raging fire, it completely vaporized and dissipated.

Instead, a terrifying aura that instantly chilled the surrounding air to freezing point filled the air.

That was the terrifying dominance that once single-handedly crushed the security defenses of multiple countries on the dark web, and was revered as a god by countless top hackers.

Chen Yuan stood up.

He didn't look at Wang Kai, who was shivering on the ground.

He turned and walked towards the walk-in closet on the second floor.

"Eagle, get the car ready."

A cold command echoed in the empty hall.

Eagle, the security captain standing guard outside the door, had a muscle twitch twice on his perpetually hard, scarred face.

A burst of fervor, suppressed for ten years, erupted from his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Chen!"

In the huge walk-in closet connected to the master bedroom on the second floor.

The headlights were off, only a few warm yellow ground lights emitting a faint glow.

Chen Yuan took off the loose cotton loungewear he had worn for many years.

He revealed a body that, despite being ten years old, was still as strong and powerful as a cheetah.

He walked to the deepest part of the wardrobe.

Fingers brushed across rows of softly colored casual wear.

Finally, it stopped in front of the outfit in the far corner, tightly wrapped in a dust cover.

A pure black, handcrafted haute couture suit.

There are no unnecessary patterns or embellishments.

Only coldness and desolation.

This was the "battle robe" he wore ten years ago when he forced all the established tycoons to kneel down during the general election of the Jianghai City Chamber of Commerce.

Are you going out?

A soft, gentle voice came from the doorway of the dressing room.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige silk bathrobe.

Bare, white little feet stepped onto the thick cashmere carpet.

He was also holding a tie in his hand.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes gazed quietly at the man before her.

Ten years have passed, and time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her.

Not only did it not leave any marks on her face.

Instead, it made her composure and charm, nurtured by extreme favoritism, even more dazzling.

"Um."

Chen Yuan turned around, his deep eyes meeting hers the instant they met.

The frost in his eyes instantly melted into a pool of warm water.

"There are too many fleas outside, they're disturbing your sleep."

"I'll go clean it up."

He spoke of it casually, as if he were really just going to swat a few insignificant insects.

Shen Wanzhou did not ask how serious the situation outside was.

Unlike ten years ago, she no longer cowered behind a crack in the door, trembling at the slightest disturbance from the outside world.

She took a step and walked up to Chen Yuan.

Stand on tiptoes.

Her fair and slender hands wrapped around the man's broad neck.

He wrapped the pure black silk tie in his hand around it.

Fingers nimbly intertwine and tie knots.

Her fingertips occasionally brushed against his burning Adam's apple, causing Chen Yuan's breath to drop slightly.

Don't overwork yourself.

Shen Wanzhou lowered her head and carefully straightened the edges of her tie.

Tie that Windsor knot meticulously.

"The ribs stewing in the kitchen aren't tender yet. I'll wait for you to come back so we can eat together."

She looked up.

There was not a trace of panic about the 10 trillion yuan short-selling operation in Tao Hua's eyes.

Only by having complete, unreserved, and absolute trust in the man before you.

Because she knew.

As long as this man puts on these clothes and walks out of this door.

There is no game in this world that he cannot win.

Even if the sky were to fall, he would support it with one hand and use the other to bring her the hot meal he had prepared.

Chen Yuan's large hand gripped her slender waist.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle yet firm kiss on her smooth forehead.

"it is good."

The moment I turned around.

Warmth fades, and bloodshed returns.

Lobby.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Nianshen had already changed into a well-tailored small-sized black suit.

He stood next to Wang Kai with one hand in his pocket.

That icy face, so much like Chen Yuan's, was tense.

His dark eyes held no trace of youthful naiveté, only the cold sharpness honed in the business world.

"dad."

Seeing Chen Yuan walk down the stairs, Chen Nianshen straightened up.

"I'll go too."

Chen Yuan looked at his son, who was now almost as tall as him.

A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Walk."

Two figures, one tall and one short, dressed in black suits, stepped out of the black and gold gates of Cloud Top Manor.

He plunged headlong into the raging storm outside.

The Bulletproof Knight XV SUV resembles a black dragon emerging from the sea.

Speeding through streets where traffic had stopped and the whole city was gripped by panic.

Star Venture Capital Building.

Top-floor core trading hall.

Red lights flashing, alarm blaring.

Hundreds of traders and risk control executives stared at the green candlestick charts on the screen, which were plummeting.

Despair spread like a plague among the people.

"The defense line has been breached!"

"All twelve overseas fund pools have been locked up!"

"Their short-selling leverage is still increasing! We're out of ammunition!"

A chief actuary who had worked in the financial industry for thirty years dejectedly ripped off his tie.

My knees buckled, and I slumped down in front of the computer.

It’s over.

Faced with Wall Street's relentless and all-out attack, regardless of the cost or the nation's resources.

Even the former richest man in Jianghai City seems as laughable as an ant in terms of individual strength.

Just as the entire hall fell into a deathly silence of despair.

"Click".

The thick, double metal door in the lobby symbolizes the highest authority.

He was pushed away forcefully from the outside.

The dull thud of the door hinges turning sounded like a thunderclap in the otherwise silent trading hall.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

In the blinding white light.

Chen Yuan was wearing a pure black haute couture suit.

Carrying that miniature version of myself.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, he stepped steadily into this battlefield without gunpowder.

The leather shoes made a crisp, clattering sound as they stepped on the floor tiles.

Every step.

It was as if they were stepping on a war drum.

The despair and fear that had been permeating the air were pulverized by the earthquake.

Those traders who have already given up the fight.

Looking at the man who stood here again after ten years.

His previously dull eyes suddenly burst forth with a fanatical light.

"Chairman Chen!"

"Chairman Chen is back!"

Chen Yuan ignored the gasps of surprise around him.

He strode forward and walked straight to the main control panel in the center of the hall, which was covered with a thin layer of dust.

That machine could only be unlocked by his fingerprint and iris scan.

"Whoosh."

The main control panel was activated.

Six huge curved screens lit up simultaneously, reflected in Chen Yuan's unfathomable black eyes.

Faced with the red gibberish and short-selling data on the screen, enough to bankrupt any country.

A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth.

His long, slender fingers rested on the specially made mechanical keyboard.

Chen Yuan, one hand braced against the metal edge of the control panel, stared at the screen filled with plummeting red lines, his voice booming like thunder across China: "Open positions, full margin. Today, I will bury those Wall Street vampires forever in the abyss of the Pacific!"