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

A sharp, piercing voice.

In the kindergarten classroom filled with the sweet aroma of milk biscuits.

It was like a file covered in rust, scraping back and forth against everyone's eardrums.

The wealthy parents around them, who had initially maintained an air of superiority.

At this moment, they all shrank back, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude as if they were watching a good show.

In this circle.

Climbing to the top by stepping on those weaker than oneself is a jungle law ingrained in one's very being.

Chen Yuan was wearing a light gray knit sweater without a logo.

His tall and imposing figure condescended to sit on that small yellow plastic stool that was only thirty centimeters high.

Faced with this shrewish, street-cursing outburst...

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His deep black eyes remained calmly fixed on Chen Nianshen, who was sitting on the cushion.

The large hand, adorned with a limited-edition Patek Philippe watch, even possessed a leisurely and refined air.

She slowly and deliberately straightened her son's bow tie on his suit.

"You...you dare to ignore me!"

The fat woman was not afraid of this poor, shabby man at all.

He didn't even utter a single word of begging for mercy.

The fat on his face trembled violently with rage.

Her cheeks, covered in heavy foundation, turned a liverish color.

She took a big step forward.

The high heels slammed heavily on the colorful patchwork insoles.

It left a deep dent.

He extended his hand, which was covered in gold rings.

He wanted to grab Chen Yuan by the collar.

Just as that dirty hand, reeking of cheap perfume, was less than half a meter away from Chen Yuan...

"Click".

The back door of the classroom was slightly ajar.

He was pushed aside from the outside.

The heels of high heels sank into the hardwood floor.

It produced a crisp and sharp tapping sound.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a minimalist off-white French-style trench coat.

She was holding Chen Muzhou's hand, who had just washed his hands.

He walked in against the light from outside the door.

That fair face that was usually so soft and charming in front of Chen Yuan.

now.

It was so cold it felt like a layer of ice that had never melted in a thousand years.

Those sparkling, peach-blossom eyes.

Press down slightly.

It exudes an absolute sense of oppression befitting a female empress of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, wielding the power of life and death.

This aura.

It's like ice and snow carrying the Siberian cold current.

In an instant, the sullen, boisterous atmosphere in the classroom was completely frozen away.

The parents who were watching the commotion suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on their backs.

The expression that had been watching the show froze on his face.

Even my breathing became lighter involuntarily.

"Who are you going to make beg for food?"

Shen Wanzhou released her daughter's hand.

A cold, detached voice rang out in the quiet classroom.

The volume wasn't loud, but it possessed an undeniable penetrating power.

It hit the fat woman's eardrum directly.

The fat woman's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze completely.

She turned her head and looked at the woman in front of her, who was unbelievably beautiful yet had a terrifying aura.

That kind of innate bloodline suppression of the nouveau riche from the lower classes by those in power.

This instantly diminished her previously arrogant demeanor by more than half.

But when she thought about how her husband was a "building materials tycoon" worth billions, she realized that he was a billionaire.

She mustered her courage again.

"You're this little brat's mother?"

The fat woman looked Shen Wanzhou up and down, sizing up her clothes, the brand of which was unidentifiable.

He gave a cold laugh.

"She has such a seductive look; no wonder she raised a son who swindles money from people at school!"

"I'll tell you!"

"Your husband must kneel down and apologize to my son today!"

"Otherwise, my husband is the owner of Dingsheng Building Materials. He can make your whole family unable to survive in Jianghai City with just a word!"

"Dingsheng Building Materials?"

Shen Wanzhou did not pause in her steps.

Wearing high heels, she walked step by step to Chen Yuan's side.

Chen Yuan sat on a small stool, looking up at his wife's domineering appearance, ready to defend her at full power.

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

A indulgent smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He simply stopped talking and contentedly took on the role of "the weak housekeeper protected by his wife."

Shen Wanzhou stopped two steps away from the fat woman.

He pulled a slim tablet computer from his Hermès handbag.

Her long, slender, fair fingers slid across the screen twice in a flash.

"Your husband's name is Wang Dalong, right?"

She didn't even lift her eyelids, her tone carrying a cold indifference that sounded like a death sentence.

"How...how did you know?"

The fat woman paused for a moment, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

"I don't just know his name is Wang Dalong."

Shen Wanzhou held the tablet computer in her hand.

They simply changed direction.

The screen was facing the fat woman's pale face.

"I also know about your so-called 'top ten' Dingsheng Building Materials."

"Eighty percent of our business survives by supplying real estate projects under Xingchen Venture Capital."

on the screen.

The document displayed was an electronic document with a bright red official seal from Xingchen Venture Capital's legal department.

The document's title clearly reads: "Notice Regarding the Full Acquisition of Dingsheng Building Materials and the Removal of Wang Dalong from His Position as the Former Legal Representative."

The pupils of a fat woman.

The moment I saw the document clearly.

It suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

It felt as if someone was squeezing my breath with an invisible hand.

He can't even pronounce half a syllable.

"What...what is this...?"

Her lips trembled, and her hands shook like leaves as she tried to grab the tablet.

Shen Wanzhou slightly turned her wrist, avoiding her sweaty hand.

"This acquisition agreement was signed just five minutes ago."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was so cold and sharp it felt like it was scraping bone.

"The company you were so proud of is now an asset under my name."

"As for your arrogant husband."

Her slender fingers swiped lightly across the screen.

The screen changes.

It turned into a real-time monitoring video.

The video shows the security gate at the headquarters of Xingchen Venture Capital.

A middle-aged man with a large belly was being held by two burly security guards in black.

Like dragging a dead pig, he held it up by the arms on either side.

They threw the revolving glass door out without any mercy.

The briefcase in the man's hand was scattered on the ground, and documents were flying everywhere.

He lay sprawled on the scorching asphalt, looking disheveled.

Desperately pounding on the tightly closed glass doors of Star Venture Capital.

"In order to secure this quarter's supply share, Wang Dalong privately bribed the Xingchen project team with 30 million yuan."

"The evidence has been transferred to the Economic Crime Investigation Bureau."

Shen Wanzhou looked down at the fat woman.

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

It's like looking at a pile of garbage that should have been swept away long ago.

"Not only was he fired, but he'll also have to work as a sewing machine inside for the rest of his life."

"As for your family's dozen or so mortgaged villas used as a facade..."

"At the latest, the court seal will be affixed to your front door by tomorrow morning."

These few sentences.

Each sentence was like a heavy hammer blow.

It hit the fat woman squarely on the top of her head.

Take away her sense of superiority and her arrogant arrogance.

It was all smashed into powder.

Not even a trace was left.

"No...it's impossible..."

The fat woman's face was ashen.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, obscuring her carefully applied eye makeup.

It turned into two comical streams of black water flowing down.

Her source of pride and confidence is the foundation that allows her to act with impunity in Jianghai City.

In front of this woman wearing an ordinary trench coat.

They didn't even last five minutes!

In a single sentence, she went from a wealthy woman to a penniless woman burdened with debt!

It felt as if all the strength had been instantly drained from the kneecaps of both legs.

The overweight woman stared at the official document on her tablet and the video of her husband being kicked out of the company by security guards. Terrified, she slumped onto a small plastic stool, exclaiming, "Who...who are you people?!"