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

The murmur dissipated into the constant temperature and cool air conditioning on the top floor of the Starry Sky Building.

There was no grand oath.

Only a simple promise that transcends life and death.

Six months later.

The "Sunshine Children's Foundation" is jointly backed by Star Venture Capital and the Shen family conglomerate.

Like an invisible giant net, centered on Jianghai City.

It quickly covered hundreds of regions around the world that were plagued by long-term war and extreme poverty.

Countless orphans who were originally waiting to die in the ruins and mud.

They were moved to a brand-new sanctuary with top-notch medical and educational resources.

This charitable fund is so large that even Western powers are taking notice.

There are no layers of deductions or cuts from any intermediaries.

All financial flows are tracked in seconds by Star Ventures' dark web "Abyss" core base station.

Who would dare to lay a finger on this money?

The next day, it will be completely wiped out in both the physical and digital worlds.

There were no warnings, only on-the-spot execution.

This is the ironclad rule set by Chen Yuan.

Ten years later.

Early winter.

The old site of the Sunshine Orphanage in the old town of Jianghai City.

The dilapidated and ruined state of this place is long gone.

High red brick walls were built around it, and the interior facilities were completely renovated into a modern welfare center.

It was just that open space in the center of the yard.

It still retains the original appearance of the loess land from decades ago.

There wasn't even any cement laid.

A cold wind swept through the empty courtyard.

It twirls up a few withered yellow leaves and flies them into the gray sky.

A low-profile black SUV was parked outside the yard.

There were no bodyguards leading the way, nor was there an extravagant motorcade.

Chen Yuan was wearing a faded dark gray windbreaker.

He was wearing a pair of black military boots that were slightly covered in mud.

With steady steps, he stepped into this yellow earth that held all the hunger and hardship, as well as the meager warmth, of his childhood.

Time has left its mark on the face of this once-legendary figure who once shook up the global capital markets.

Not many traces were left.

His features remained the same, cold and deep-set eyes.

It just lacked that aggressive, bloodthirsty aura.

It possesses a profound and understated quality, a quality that comes from stripping away superficiality.

Those following behind him.

They are Chen Nianshen and Chen Muzhou, who have grown into young men.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Nianshen has already grown to 1.8 meters tall.

He was wearing a black tracksuit without any logos.

That icy face, so similar to Chen Yuan's, exuded a coldness and hardness far beyond that of his peers.

This kid was already a "little devil" on the board of directors of Star Ventures, capable of making even the most seasoned Wall Street veterans sweat.

Those seasoned veterans in the investment world would feel a chill run down their spines if they met his gaze.

Chen Muzhou was wearing a pink woolen coat.

She was tall and graceful, with a touch of baby fat still clinging to her fair cheeks.

She was holding a black truffle chocolate with half of its wrapper removed.

A pair of bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes curiously surveyed what she perceived as a dilapidated courtyard.

"Dad, there's not even a helipad here. What are we doing here?"

Chen Muzhou stuffed the chocolate into his mouth and asked indistinctly.

Its cheeks were bulging, making it look just like a hamster hoarding food.

She developed a picky palate from Chen Yuan's culinary skills since childhood, and was also pampered by Shen Wanzhou and her whole family.

This girl didn't inherit her mother's social anxiety.

Instead, they took their "foodie" attribute to the extreme.

Chen Yuan did not answer his daughter's question immediately.

He walked to the patch of yellow earth in the center of the courtyard.

Stop walking.

He picked up a rusty long-handled shovel from the side.

"Bang."

The tip of the shovel sank deep into the frozen, hardened soil.

Chen Yuan gripped the wooden handle with both hands and exerted force from his waist.

The strong arm muscles bulged under the rain jacket.

He dug a hole in the ground, shovel by shovel, with steady and powerful movements.

The splashing mud stained his military boots and even left yellow mud spots on his trouser legs.

But he didn't even glance at it.

Chen Nianshen watched as her father personally did this kind of rough work.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He stepped forward, wanting to take the mud-covered shovel from Chen Yuan's hand.

"Dad, you can let the people below handle this kind of thing, you..."

"Step back."

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud.

Yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Chen Nian's hand froze in mid-air.

From childhood to adulthood, what he feared most was not his mother Shen Wanzhou's temper.

Rather, it was the father's calm, unwavering yet as weighty as Mount Tai.

He silently took half a step back, his hands hanging at his sides, standing ramrod straight.

Even my breathing became softer.

Chen Yuan dug a pit that was half a meter deep.

Put down the shovel.

He walked over and picked up a poplar sapling that was about a meter tall and whose roots were still covered with mud.

Place it steadily into the pit.

He didn't ask the two children for help; instead, he squatted down himself.

His large, well-defined hands grabbed the cold, wet soil that had been dug out from the side.

They filled the area around the tree roots with handfuls of the filling.

Dirt got stuck under his fingernails.

It has sullied the hands that once controlled the global financial lifeline on the dark web keyboard.

Continue until the soil is firmly tamped down.

Chen Yuancai stood up.

He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and casually wiped the mud off his hands.

He turned around, his deep black eyes looking at his two grown-up children.

"Nian Shen, last week you shorted a medical device company in Southeast Asia."

Chen Yuan's tone was as calm as if he were chatting about everyday things.

Chen Nianshen's back suddenly straightened.

"Yes, Father. That company's financial statements are suspected of being fraudulent. I took advantage of the information gap and placed a short order worth five billion before the market opened."

"A 300% profit was made within three days, bringing Xingchen Venture Capital a net profit of 20 billion yuan."

The boy's voice revealed an undisguised pride.

He believed that this move perfectly inherited Chen Yuan's style from back then.

Clean and efficient, a single, decisive strike.

"We made money."

Chen Yuan threw the dirty handkerchief into the trash can next to him.

His cold gaze was fixed on his son's face.

"But have you checked that after that company went bankrupt, three local orphanages lost their free medical equipment sponsorship?"

"This led to the interruption of treatment for more than sixty children with congenital heart disease?"

These words are like a blunt knife.

It ruthlessly ripped away Chen Nianshen's proud facade of capital.

The pride on his face froze instantly.

His pupils contracted sharply, and a fine layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"I...I only looked at the financial statements, I didn't...I didn't pay attention to the underlying subsidiary agreements..."

Chen Nian swallowed hard, her voice starting to weaken.

Chen Yuan pointed to the newly planted poplar tree next to him.

"Capital has no feelings, but the people typing on keyboards behind it must."

He strode over to Chen Nianshen.

His large, thick hand patted heavily on his son's shoulder.

Through thick clothes.

Chen Nian Shen could still feel the astonishing power emanating from her father's palm.

"I brought you here not so you could watch me dig."

"Winter several decades ago."

"It was right here that my biological father threw me into the snow to die."

Upon hearing this, Chen Muzhou, who was still eating chocolate next to him, reacted.

He was completely stunned.

They even forgot to chew the candy in their mouths.

A layer of heartache instantly welled up in those watery, peach-blossom eyes.

"It was the old director who dug me out of the snowdrift."

"A sip of hot soup saved my life."

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the somewhat empty courtyard.

"Without that bowl of hot soup, there would be no Star Ventures, and you wouldn't be where you are today."

He looked away and stared directly into Chen Nianshen's eyes.

"remember."

"From now on, Star Ventures will be in your hands, even if you have enough money to buy the entire Earth."

Even if you fight tooth and nail in the business world.

"This poplar tree represents the bottom line."

"People must not forget where their roots are."

"We must not lose the humanity in our hearts for the sake of a few cold numbers."

Every word carries immense weight.

In this former orphanage site where the cold wind howls.

Like a long, resounding alarm bell, it struck deep into Chen Nianshen's very bones.

He finally understood.

My father's chilling strength was never due to cold-bloodedness.

It's not because of him, but because he has a pure land in his heart that no one else can touch.

Chen Nianshen's usually stern, icy face had shed all its youthful arrogance at this moment.

He took a deep breath.

He strode over to the poplar tree, bent down, and picked up the shovel covered in mud.

He gripped the rough wooden handle tightly with both hands.

Chen Nianshen gripped the shovel, looked at his father's broad and upright back, and nodded solemnly: "Dad, don't worry, we can't break the backbone of the Chen family."