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

The screen freezes on the image of Chen Muzhou holding the certificate high.

The little girl smiled so hard her eyes disappeared, and two soft mounds of flesh bulged out on her cheeks.

Chen Yuan's slender fingers swiped across the screen twice, securely saving the photo in an encrypted album named "Private Collection".

The gentle curve at the corner of her lips lingered for a long time.

The commendation ceremony quickly came to an end.

Next up is the highlight of every parent-teacher meeting at Ivy League Kindergarten – the parent-child interactive games session.

The colorful soft mats in the middle of the classroom were arranged to form a huge square play area.

The teacher brought in a bunch of custom-made children's version of "Monopoly" board game props.

It contains not only virtual banknotes, but also plastic cards representing various industries.

"Dear parents, this game can not only enhance parent-child relationships, but also cultivate children's basic financial literacy."

The kindergarten teacher, holding a microphone, announced the rules with a sweet smile.

Chen Yuan put his phone back into the pocket of his gray knitted sweater.

He slowly and deliberately stood up from that cramped little yellow stool.

His tall and upright body stretched slightly.

With long strides, she walked to her family's designated game area.

Chen Muzhou had already run outside the classroom with the little red flower in his hand to wait for his mother who was going to the restroom.

On the playmat, only Chen Nianshen, dressed in a little suit, remained.

The little guy sat cross-legged on the soft cushion.

A thick stack of virtual banknotes and several property cards representing prime locations were neatly stacked in front of him.

That little face, so similar to Chen Yuan's, didn't have the loud shouting and yelling that children his age have when playing games.

There was only a maturity beyond his years and a calm composure that suggested he was in control.

Chen Yuan sat down next to his son.

His gaze swept across the asset portfolio on the table, which had already established a monopoly.

A hint of admiration flashed in his deep eyes.

This kid has been sitting in on board meetings of Xingchen Venture Capital for the past six months.

Those tactics such as short selling, leverage, and hostile takeovers.

He has learned it perfectly.

It has even surpassed its predecessors, directly impacting the world of kindergarten board games.

opposite.

Sitting there was a chubby little boy with a round face and a bright gold lock around his neck.

This child is the only son of a newly rich family in the building materials industry in Jianghai City.

At home, he is treated like a prince by his elders and gets whatever he wants.

now.

The asset cards in front of the chubby boy had been completely wiped out.

He only had one last virtual banknote with the smallest denomination left.

"I...I'll buy that land!"

The chubby boy's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he slammed the last banknote in his hand onto the table.

He stretched out his chubby hand, wanting to take the card representing "Central Square" in front of Chen Nianshen.

Chen Nian Shen didn't even lift her eyelids.

Extend a slender, white little finger.

He pressed the card down precisely.

"You can't afford it."

The young master's voice was clear and aloof, exuding an innate air of authority.

"Your cash flow has dried up, and this land is now valued at ten times the amount of money you have."

"and."

Chen Nianshen flicked her fingers slightly, moving the card to her side.

"According to the rules, you just stepped on my tollbooth, so now even the last dollar is mine."

"You're bankrupt."

These three words are like a merciless ice blade.

It pierced the little chubby boy's fragile heart.

He looked at his empty desktop.

Then look at Chen Nianshen's mountain of wealth on the other side.

Feelings of grievance, anger, and resentment—a feeling of having never experienced setbacks before—exploded in my chest in an instant.

"Wow--!"

The chubby boy suddenly opened his mouth wide.

A deafening, piercing cry erupted.

The sound was even more piercing than an air raid siren.

He clenched his fists and pounded them wildly on the colorful cushions.

He kicked his legs wildly, sending the board game board and props flying everywhere.

Banknotes were scattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

"You're bullying me! You're just bullying me!"

The chubby boy cried and yelled, pointing at Chen Nianshen's nose and cursing.

"I'm not playing anymore! I'm going to tell my mom!"

The commotion was so great that it instantly attracted the attention of all the parents and teachers in the class.

Chen Yuan sat beside him.

Looking at this unruly child throwing a tantrum on the ground.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But he did not have an attack.

After all, they were in kindergarten, and he didn't want to ruin his image as a good father today.

"Haohao! My precious son, what's wrong? What happened?!"

A sharp, high-pitched female voice pierced through the crowd from the back row of the classroom's rest area.

Followed by.

A plump woman wearing a bright red, tight-fitting leather skirt.

Wearing high heels, she charged into the game area like a runaway tank.

The woman was covered in all sorts of dazzling gold jewelry.

She wore two or three diamond rings on her fingers, each the size of a pigeon's egg.

A strong, nauseatingly cheap perfume scent rudely dispelled the faint milky fragrance in the classroom.

She pulled the chubby little boy, who was still rolling on the ground, into her arms.

I was so heartbroken that my foundation kept falling off my face.

"Mom! He bullied me! He won all my money!"

Now that the chubby boy had someone to rely on, he cried even harder.

The chubby finger poked straight at Chen Nianshen's face.

The fat woman looked in the direction her son was pointing.

First, she glanced at Chen Nianshen, who was sitting on the cushion with a blank expression.

Then.

Those inverted triangle eyes with exaggeratedly upturned eyeliner.

He looked Chen Yuan up and down, who was sitting next to him.

They did not bring bodyguards.

He didn't wear those haute couture suits with big, eye-catching logos.

The light gray knit sweater she was wearing was, in the eyes of a nouveau riche like her who only cared about brands.

It looks like a cheap item that costs a few dozen yuan at a street stall.

In addition, Chen Yuan was speaking when the teacher was speaking earlier.

To avoid trouble, he kept a low profile and huddled on a small stool in the corner.

To the overweight woman, this behavior was clearly a sign of someone relying on some kind of connection.

Or perhaps they are impoverished students from the lower classes who have to go bankrupt to barely send their children to this prestigious school.

In this circle.

As long as you don't seem to have any background or financial resources.

That is the mud that can be stepped on at will.

"Great! I knew the admission requirements for elite private schools were getting lower and lower!"

The fat woman suddenly stood up.

One hand was on his hip, and the other hand extended his index finger, which was painted with red nail polish.

It almost poked Chen Yuan's nose.

"Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can sneak in!"

"Is this how you raise your son? He's been a troublemaker since he was little, constantly finding ways to bully his classmates at school?"

"Do you even know who our Hao Hao is?!"

Spit flew everywhere in the air.

Chen Yuan did not retreat.

He slightly raised his head, revealing his deep black eyes.

He calmly observed the shrew in front of him, who was baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.

The temperature in the retina has dropped below absolute zero.

That chilling killing intent honed through years of battles on the dark web.

It's like a peerless weapon hidden in its sheath.

Once drawn, it's a fatal blow.

But Chen Yuan still did not make a move.

He glanced at his son, who was still sitting upright beside him, his eyes unwavering.

This is an extremely low-level provocation.

Normally, the eagle would have broken off the woman's fingers and thrown them in the trash.

But today.

Wanzhou went to the restroom and will be back soon.

He didn't want this dirty stuff to ruin her good mood at her first parent-teacher conference.

He couldn't even be bothered to say a single word to this nouveau riche who was like a frog in a well.

Just treat it as watching a poorly made farce.

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't speak, the fat woman assumed that he was intimidated by her imposing manner.

My sense of superiority instantly swelled to its peak.

"What? You're speechless now that you're in the wrong?"

She sneered, her chubby cheeks bulging with smugness.

"I'm telling you, this isn't over yet!"

"Make your son kneel down and apologize to my Hao Hao right now!"

"Then take your junk and get out of this class!"

Other parents nearby watched this scene.

They all whispered among themselves, but no one stepped forward to speak up for them.

After all, the fat woman's husband does have some influence in the building materials industry in Jianghai City.

No one wants to offend her for the sake of a stranger who seems powerless and insignificant.

Chen Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly.

He tapped his knee twice with his knuckles.

Just as I was about to speak and end this boring farce.

Just then.

The slightly ajar back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Click".

The crisp sound of high heels on the wooden floor seemed particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige trench coat with a minimalist cut but exuding top-notch quality.

He walked in from outside the door.

She had just taken her daughter to the restroom to wash her hands.

As soon as he entered, he saw the fat woman in the red dress pointing at Chen Yuan's nose and cursing loudly.

She even threatened to make her precious son kneel down.

Those two eyes, shimmering with moisture, softened like a pool of water in front of Chen Yuan.

In that instant.

It suddenly condensed into a layer of frost that couldn't be melted.

She took a deep breath.

My chest heaved violently.

That absolute sense of oppression, the kind that only comes from a multi-billion dollar empress, is unleashed at the negotiating table in the business world.

It burst forth from her petite body without reservation.

How dare you point your finger at her man and curse him?

How dare they bully the son she carried for ten months to give birth to?

court death!

The fat woman pointed arrogantly at Chen Yuan: "My husband is one of the top ten building materials tycoons in Jianghai City! Believe me or not, one phone call from me and you won't even be able to beg for food in this city!"