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

Breath, tinged with the strong scent of perfume, seeped through the two-finger-wide crack in the door.

It stubbornly tried to squeeze into the temperature-controlled carriage.

Chen Yuan didn't hesitate for even half a second.

They didn't even bother to offer her a single extra word of mockery or insult.

This arrogant piece of trash is so conspicuous that even glancing at his eyes, which are used to slicing through top-grade Wagyu beef, would sully them.

His deep black eyes remained completely undisturbed.

The fingers with distinct knuckles are on the control panel of the car door armrest.

I gently pressed a silver metal button.

Om-!

The silent motor of the bulletproof glass makes a faint running sound.

The gap, only two fingers wide, moved with a cold and smooth speed.

Close upwards.

Huangfu Wan'er was still immersed in the "wealthy socialite compromising herself" drama she had created.

That face, with its exquisite makeup, was almost pressed against the car window.

The rising edge of the glass grazed the tip of her upturned nose.

The cold, metallic touch instantly silenced all the seductive words she was about to utter.

"Click".

Perfectly fitted.

The inside and outside of the carriage became two completely physically isolated worlds.

The pungent perfume scent was completely blocked out.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the large leather seat, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"drive."

He uttered two words calmly.

The driver in the front seat was already terrified by the words of the reckless woman outside the car, and his back was covered in a cold sweat.

How dare they call Chairman Shen a dead fish in front of Chairman Chen?

This is like carrying a lantern into the outhouse—it's suicidal!

Upon hearing the instruction, the driver did not hesitate at all.

He floored the accelerator with his right foot.

boom--!

The V12 twin-turbocharged engine is hidden under the carbon fiber hood.

It instantly erupted with a deafening, ferocious roar.

This steel behemoth, weighing several tons, is inside the enclosed space of an underground parking garage.

It produced a sound wave strong enough to make one's eardrums tingle.

The huge explosion-proof tires rubbed violently against the epoxy resin floor.

Huangfu Wan'er was still reeling from the shock of the car window suddenly rising.

Suddenly everything went black.

That massive off-road vehicle had absolutely no buffer time before starting.

It grazed the hem of her skirt and shot out like a black cannonball.

Even more deadly is...

The drainage system in the underground parking garage malfunctioned last night.

Right in front of the Maybach's right tire was a pool of murky sewage mixed with engine oil and mud.

"Splash!"

The large tires rolled over the puddle with tremendous force.

The dark brown muddy water was subjected to tremendous centrifugal force.

It looked like a mud wall that had been overturned.

It splashed in a fan shape, covering Huangfu Wan'er's head and face, who was still lying on the spot.

"ah--!"

A shrill, distorted scream suddenly erupted in the underground parking garage.

The icy, filthy water flowed down her burgundy haute couture backless dress.

It poured down without any obstruction.

The carefully styled wavy hair instantly turned into a sticky, lifeless mess.

The black water, mixed with the smell of engine oil, flowed down her forehead and the tip of her nose.

It flowed into the deep crease she had deliberately created.

That evening gown, worth hundreds of thousands, was hand-sewn by a famous French designer.

It was now fully saturated with water from the ditch.

It clung heavily to my body, turning into a tattered rag that reeked of stench.

Huangfu Wan'er was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sudden mud bath.

The twelve-centimeter stiletto heel suddenly twisted its ankle on the slippery ground.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The heel broke off completely.

She lost her balance, like a pheasant with a broken wing.

He slumped heavily onto the dusty parking space next to him.

Her knee slammed into the hard concrete, and the pain made her gasp.

She stared blankly at her miserable state.

When I looked up again.

The black bulletproof Maybach had already become a blur.

With a red halo around its taillights.

They disappeared on the exit ramp of the underground parking garage.

Not even a trace of car exhaust fumes was left for her.

"Chen Yuan! You shameless bastard!"

Huangfu Wan'er finally snapped out of her disbelief and shock.

From small to large.

She is the eldest daughter of the Huangfu family, the head of the four major families in the capital.

Wherever she goes, she is treated like a star.

Many wealthy young men would stand outside her courtyard house for an entire night just to catch a glimpse of her.

Nowadays.

She put aside all her pride and dignity.

She even went so far as to offer to be his secret lover.

This nouveau riche came from humble beginnings.

Instead of being grateful, they opened the car door to greet her.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, they simply used a puddle of dirty water from the sewer.

Press Huangfu Wan'er's face into the mud and rub it hard!

What a shame!

The humiliation of being ignored and treated like trash.

It was like a brush covered in barbs, relentlessly scraping at her proud heart.

"You just wait! The Huangfu family will never let you get away with this!"

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, pounding her fists on the cold garage floor.

An expensive French manicure split on the concrete floor, bleeding through the cracks.

She didn't care about the pain anymore.

Sharp curses echoed in the empty garage, carrying a hysterical frenzy.

The screen switches.

Half an hour later, at Cloud Top Manor halfway up the mountain.

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in the fountain square in front of the main building.

The car door opened.

Chen Yuan strode out of the car.

The early autumn breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees from the mountains and forests.

He frowned slightly.

The pungent perfume scent from that woman in the underground parking garage still seemed to linger in my nostrils.

This inferior chemical fragrance made him feel irritated to the core.

He strode into the hall.

They didn't even linger on the first floor.

I went straight up the spiral staircase to the second floor and entered the spacious bathroom that came with the master bedroom.

"Splash..."

Warm water cascades down from the showerhead above.

It washed over his broad, sturdy back.

Water droplets slid down the smooth lines of his muscles, taking away his fatigue.

It also completely washed away that lingering odor that he found disgusting.

I washed myself twice and made sure that only the fresh scent of shower gel remained on my body.

Chen Yuancai turned off the water valve.

He casually grabbed a white bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Water droplets still clung to the ends of her hair.

He pushed open the frosted glass door to the bathroom.

He had just taken one step.

The heavy mahogany door to the master bedroom was gently pushed open from the outside.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a soft, off-white loungewear.

Her long hair was casually tied back with a shark clip.

A few stray strands of hair playfully dangled beside her ears.

She walked barefoot on the thick cashmere carpet.

She was also holding a glass of warm milk.

I saw Chen Yuan, who had just come out of the bath.

Those sparkling, peach-blossom eyes widened slightly.

My gaze involuntarily fell on his well-defined abdominal muscles.

The tips of her ears were instantly stained with a layer of ripe rouge.

She stopped abruptly, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of the glass.

"You...you took a shower so early?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of shyness that she couldn't hide.

"Uncle Fu just said you were back. I thought you were in the study."

Chen Yuan looked at the girl in front of him, who was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Looking at her shy expression, she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

The slight irritation that arose in his heart because of Huangfu Wan'er.

In that instant.

Like snow melting away in the spring sunshine, it vanishes completely.

All that remained was a pool of warm, soft water with no end in sight.

He strode up to her.

I didn't go to get the glass of milk.

Instead, he stretched out his strong arms and pulled her directly into his broad embrace.

His chin rested gently on the top of her head.

Close your eyes.

Greedily inhaling the faint, sweet peach scent emanating from her.

This is the flavor that truly belongs to him.

This is the only sanctuary where he can find peace of mind.

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback by his sudden hug.

The milk glass in her hand tilted slightly, and she quickly steadied it.

She pressed her cheek against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"What's wrong?"

She muttered something under her breath, her tone revealing a hint of obedience.

Chen Yuan threw his coat into the trash can, turned around and hugged Shen Wanzhou, who had just come downstairs, and took a deep breath: "Wife, the air outside is too dirty. You smell the best."