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

Snapped!

A rosewood marriage certificate inlaid with gold thread patterns slammed heavily onto the gleaming glass coffee table.

The shock caused the freshly brewed West Lake Longjing tea next to it to ripple rapidly across the surface.

The special envoy was a gaunt man nearing fifty.

He was wearing a well-made navy blue Tang suit.

He also wore a top-quality old mine icy jadeite thumb ring on his thumb.

He put his hands behind his back.

Those slanted eyes, filled with calculation and arrogance, swept down over Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting on the sofa.

It was as if what he slammed on the table wasn't a severance package of one billion.

Rather, it is a tremendous act of charity and grace bestowed upon the lowest strata of society.

In his view.

What about the richest woman in Jianghai City? What about Xingchen Venture Capital's trillion-dollar capital?

Before the Huangfu family of the capital, whose lineage has lasted for three hundred years.

They're just a bunch of nouveau riche peasants who got lucky.

As long as the privileged young lady of the Huangfu family takes a liking to Chen Yuan.

Shen Wanzhou is a defective product who has given birth and is rumored to have mental illness.

He should obediently vacate the position of the legal wife.

Pack your bags and leave, or be sensible and humble yourself.

Inside the spacious and bright lobby of the Cloud Top Manor.

The air seemed to be sucked out in that instant.

The servants standing around didn't dare to breathe.

Eagle, accompanied by two bodyguards in black, had already silently placed his fingers on the baton at his waist.

They would pounce on Shen Wanzhou like hungry wolves at the mere glance of her.

Tear this reckless old fool to pieces.

however.

Unlike a few years ago, Shen Wanzhou did not hide behind the man in fear when faced with such an aggressive situation.

Or shivering and grabbing at the cushion next to you.

Today she was wearing a sharply tailored black haute couture trench coat.

Her long, jet-black hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head, without a single stray hair.

On that fair and delicate face.

There was not a trace of panic or helplessness from being humiliated.

In Tao Hua's eyes, the timidity that had lingered for years had long since vanished.

Instead.

It is a bottomless pool of stagnant water, permeated with absolute zero frost.

She crossed her legs and leaned against the back of the leather sofa.

His gaze swept indifferently over the extremely arrogant mahogany marriage certificate.

"One billion."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was clear and cold, carrying the imposing aura of a powerful empress who had long held a position of authority and the power to decide life and death.

This voice was even more oppressive than when Chen Yuan issued the kill order on the dark web.

She slowly extended her left hand, which was adorned with an eighteen-carat pink diamond.

Slender fingers with distinct joints.

Past the cup of Longjing tea on the coffee table.

It landed on that high-end windproof lighter made of pure gold.

"Is the face of your Huangfu family's eldest daughter only worth this little bit of silver?"

The envoy's face suddenly stiffened.

That sense of superiority was abruptly cut off by that light, mocking remark.

"Shen Wanzhou! Don't push your luck!"

His face darkened, and his voice carried an undisguised threat.

"The Huangfu family's connections in Beijing mean they could halt all of Xingchen Venture Capital's international approvals with a single word!"

"The young lady's willingness to condescend to sit on equal footing with Chen Yuan shows that she thinks highly of him!"

"You're just a withered flower..."

"Click".

The crisp sound of metal clashing interrupted the envoy's vicious curses.

Shen Wanzhou deftly pressed down on the lighter's grinding wheel with her thumb.

A dark blue flame, meant to protect against the wind, suddenly shot up above the coffee table.

It carried a scorching heat.

With her other hand, she picked up the mahogany marriage certificate that represented the Huangfu family's century-old reputation.

The movement was so casual, it was as if he were just crumpling a used piece of toilet paper.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He brought the edge of the marriage certificate directly to the top of that cluster of eerie blue flames.

"Are you crazy! That's a marriage certificate personally stamped by the old master!"

The envoy's eyes widened instantly.

His legs moved forward half a step uncontrollably, as if he wanted to reach out and grab it.

But the eagle's towering body was already firmly blocking his way.

The special envoy could only watch helplessly.

The flames greedily licked at the precious mahogany paper.

It makes a crackling sound as it burns.

A pungent, burnt smell instantly filled the luxurious manor hall.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes remained completely unmoved.

She just quietly held the other end of the marriage certificate.

Watching the gilded characters that symbolized the majesty of the Huangfu family gradually curl and turn black in the firelight.

Finally, it turned into ashes and shattered in the air.

The firelight reflected in her pupils, revealing an undisguised madness and possessiveness of her food.

Stealing her man?

Let alone some century-old prominent family in the capital.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, she would dare to tear a hole in the sky!

That was the only medicine she had in the world.

It was a deity who pulled her out of that dark, sunless room.

Who dares to extend their claws?

She'll chop off whose hand!

"The dust on this is so dirty."

Just as that spark was about to burn Shen Wanzhou's fair fingertips.

On the solid wood spiral staircase on the second floor.

A deep, languid male voice, carrying an air of unyielding indulgence, rang out.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton home T-shirt.

A pair of light gray casual trousers.

With long strides, he walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace.

His dark eyes could make countless hackers tremble in fear on the dark web.

At this moment, he didn't even spare a glance for the envoy who was trembling with anger.

All attention was focused on Shen Wanzhou's small hand holding the burning paper.

He walked over to the coffee table.

He casually picked up the expensive crystal ashtray next to him.

Pass it forward.

It landed steadily beneath the falling ashes.

"Be careful not to burn your hands."

Chen Yuan's voice carried a tacit understanding and a sense of entitlement between an old married couple.

It was as if Shen Wanzhou hadn't just burned the face of some top-level noble.

Instead, it was an eyesore of a discarded newspaper.

Shen Wanzhou saw Chen Yuan come down.

Those once cold and sharp peach blossom eyes instantly softened with a warm, shimmering light.

She let go.

Let the last bit of burning paper fall into the crystal ashtray.

It turned into a pile of worthless black ash.

"You...you two are just plain stupid lunatics!"

The special envoy pointed at Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou, his lips turning purple with anger.

His chest heaved violently, like a leaky, broken bellows.

"Chen Yuan! Are you really going to go against the entire Huangfu family for this woman?!"

"Do you know that with just one word from the young lady, all your overseas funding channels can be completely frozen!"

Chen Yuan placed the ashtray filled with black ash on the coffee table.

He slowly pulled over a disinfectant wipe.

He gently wiped away a speck of dust that had accidentally gotten on Shen Wanzhou's fingertips.

then.

He slowly turned his head.

Those eyes, which had just been full of tenderness, changed the moment they met the special envoy's gaze.

The temperature plummeted to below absolute zero.

A suffocating, bloody sense of oppression, like a snow-capped mountain collapsing with a roar.

It ran straight toward the special envoy.

"eagle."

Chen Yuan did not answer that foolish question.

He simply uttered two words.

"This piece of trash, along with his master's ridiculous sense of superiority."

"Throw them all out of Jianghai City's borders."

"If anything like this comes within five kilometers of the manor again, you'll be punished yourself."

A cruel smile appeared on the eagle's scarred face.

"Yes, Mr. Chen!"

He grabbed the back of the envoy's exquisite Tang suit by the collar.

Like carrying a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

They roughly pulled him off the ground, lifting his feet off the ground.

"Let me go! I'm from the Huangfu family! How dare you touch me!"

The envoy's screams echoed down the corridor, filled with barely concealed panic.

But the eagle completely ignored his struggles.

With a forceful pull, he dragged him out of the manor's heavy black and gold gate.

The door slammed shut with a dull "click."

Completely shut out the noise from outside.

The hall returned to silence.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the used wet wipes into the trash can.

He turned around and sat down on the sofa next to Shen Wanzhou.

He then pulled her into his broad, sturdy arms.

His chin rested gently on the top of her fluffy hair.

"Were you scared?"

He asked in a low voice, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

If he had known these clueless fools would come and spoil the fun, he shouldn't have stayed in the study for those extra two minutes.

Shen Wanzhou shook her head.

Leaning against his warm chest, I listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

There wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.

Only the domineering and spoiled behavior that comes with successfully protecting food.

She stretched out her little hand, which had almost been burned by the sparks.

Shen Wanzhou poured the ashes into the ashtray and patted the dust off her hands: "Go back and tell your young lady that having designs on other people's husbands is a disease that needs treatment. I, Shen Wanzhou, don't mind spending some money to help her fix her brain."