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

Withered and thin fingers.

He slowly loosened his grip on the mahogany chopsticks.

Two chopsticks slipped through his withered fingers.

It struck the edge of the rough porcelain bowl, producing a crisp, resonant sound.

In the quiet little restaurant, the sound was exceptionally clear.

The old man leaned against the yellowed canvas back of his wheelchair.

The faint rise and fall of his chest was like that of an old machine that had run out of fuel.

Slowly, it returned to a long period of tranquility.

The wrinkles on his face completely smoothed out.

A serene smile, as if he had seen through the ways of the world and had no more worries, graced his lips.

His heavy eyelids slowly closed, carefully concealing his last lingering attachment to this world into the darkness.

There were no piercing alarms from emergency medical equipment in the restaurant.

There were no panicked footsteps from doctors or nurses.

Only the old-fashioned wall clock ticked away.

The air still held the rich aroma of scallion oil.

Chen Yuan knelt on one knee in front of the wheelchair.

That powerful hand that manipulates the dark web and controls the global financial lifeline.

At this moment, it is steadily supporting the old man's fingertips, which are gradually losing warmth.

He neither roared nor wept bitterly.

His broad back stood straight, like a silent, solitary peak.

However, the knuckles gripping the wheelchair armrests were a horrifyingly pale white.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out one by one.

The pulse throbbed violently beneath his pale skin, a testament to the suppressed eruption of a volcano within his heart.

Shen Wanzhou stood behind him.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears fell silently onto the wooden floor.

Dark water stains spread out in concentric circles.

She didn't go up to offer those weak and empty words of comfort.

They only took half a step forward.

She stretched out her soft arms and tightly wrapped them around the man's broad shoulders from behind.

Her cheek pressed against his slightly trembling back.

It transfers its own body heat without reservation.

three days later.

Qingshan Cemetery, located in the western suburbs of Jianghai City.

The fine, continuous drizzle of early winter resembled a vast, hazy net.

It enveloped the entire silent mountaintop.

The rain, carrying a biting chill, pounded on the bluestone steps.

A layer of cold water mist was splashed up.

Chen Yuan was wearing a well-tailored all-black suit.

Standing in front of a newly erected tombstone.

The black wool coat was covered with fine water droplets.

Shen Wanzhou, wearing a long black dress, stood beside him.

He was holding a large black umbrella.

The umbrella tilted slightly towards Chen Yuan, blocking the cold rain that was hitting him.

Her own shoulder was exposed to the rain, soaked and chilly.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

Looking at the slightly damp corner of her clothes.

His large hand covered her slender fingers that were gripping the umbrella handle.

He then took the umbrella handle.

With a long arm, he pulled her tightly into his warm embrace.

In the rain, a dozen steps away.

Fat Wang Kai was wearing a black suit and holding an umbrella.

We waited quietly at the bottom of the stone steps.

Chen Yuan put his arm around Shen Wanzhou and slowly turned around.

His deep black eyes pierced through the gray rain and mist, landing on Wang Kai.

There was no vulnerability in his eyes, no sign of being consumed by the pain of losing a loved one.

There is only one kind of absolute clarity that comes from seeing through life and death, enough to overturn the world order.

"Wang Kai".

Chen Yuan spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated deeply in the drizzle.

"Return to the company and convene the highest-level board meeting of Xingchen Venture Capital."

"Have Chu Feng and Xiao Liu open all the channels for the overseas dark web money pools."

Wang Kai was stunned for a moment, then quickly took two steps forward.

The leather shoes stepped into the puddle, splashing up a cloud of muddy water.

"Brother Yuan, is there something big going on?"

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at the kind portrait of the old dean on the tombstone.

He let the cold rain soak half of his cheek.

"Strip away half of all assets under Star Ventures and the Dark Web."

"The entire company will be liquidated for cash flow and absolute control."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The black umbrella in Wang Kai's hand suddenly tilted to the side.

The cold rain poured directly onto his fat face, but he was completely unaware.

Half of the assets?

That's a terrifying scale of trillions!

If this money were invested in the international market, it would be enough to buy the entire GDP of several small countries.

Now you want to extract it directly from the group's main artery?

"Brother Yuan...you...you're not joking, are you?"

Wang Kai's tongue was tied in knots, and his voice was trembling.

My calves suddenly felt weak.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

"Establish a global children's charitable foundation."

Chen Yuan spoke at a steady pace, as if he were only handing over a stack of waste paper.

"The name is 'Sunshine'."

"Establish a top-level independent trust in the name of the former dean."

"The funds will be used entirely for the construction of orphanages around the world, free medical care for seriously ill children, and education funds in impoverished areas."

"I want to see the legal department put the equity transfer agreement on my desk within three days."

There is no room for negotiation.

Only absolute instructions that cannot be questioned.

Wang Kai looked at Chen Yuan's cold and resolute profile.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with rainwater.

He knew that Brother Yuan was trying to fulfill the old dean's unfulfilled wish.

Using the most savage power of capital, it spreads to every corner of the world.

"Understood! I'll take care of it right away!"

three days later.

Star Venture Capital Building, top floor CEO's office.

On a large black walnut wood desk.

The heavy legal documents, stacked neatly half a meter high, were piled up.

Each document bears the green light stamp of the highest financial regulatory agency in each country.

The transfer of trillions of dollars.

The past 72 hours have witnessed a silent but massive earthquake in the global capital market.

Countless Wall Street tycoons are watching the massive amounts of money disappearing from the market, sweating profusely with anxiety.

But no one dared to trace the true whereabouts of the money.

Chen Yuan sat in the large boss's chair.

He was holding a custom-made Montblanc pen.

The pen tip glides quickly across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

One after another.

He didn't even look at those astronomical figures that represented immense wealth.

He simply signed his name mechanically and intently.

Shen Wanzhou sat on the leather sofa next to her.

He was holding a cup of warm black tea.

She quietly watched the man working diligently.

Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with tenderness and deep admiration.

With the last document signed.

Chen Yuan capped the pen.

It makes a crisp "click" sound.

This charitable foundation, which is enough to shake human history, has officially come into effect in a legal sense.

outside the window.

After a whole week of continuous rain, it finally stopped.

A hole was torn in the thick clouds.

A beam of dazzling sunlight pierced through the glass curtain wall and shone on the dark carpet.

Chen Yuan signed the equity transfer agreement worth trillions, looked out the window at the clearing sky, and whispered: "You couldn't save all the children in the snow, but I will protect the rest for you."