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

With a touch of coquettishness that comes with the passage of time.

This playful remark echoed in the slightly cool, sunlit room of early autumn.

Following the ivy vines that cover the wall, it slowly swirls around.

Chen Yuan sat in the rocking chair, his back still ramrod straight.

That once jet-black short hair is now covered in large patches of frosty white.

But in his unfathomable black eyes, there was a sense of oppression that struck fear into the hearts of Wall Street.

Even after half a century of erosion, it has not been diminished in the slightest.

Hearing his wife's teasing, the corners of his eyes, covered with fine wrinkles, twitched slightly upwards.

Between his sharp brows, there was a stubborn, childlike temper that refused to grow old.

"Can't be crushed?"

His deep, mellow voice carried a hint of triumphant pleasure.

Chen Yuan didn't waste any more words.

His right hand, with its distinct joints and prominent veins, was still powerful.

He reached directly towards the blue and white porcelain fruit plate on the small round rosewood table next to him.

On the fruit platter were several thin-shelled walnuts that had just been airlifted from Xinjiang.

Pinch the largest one firmly with your thumb and forefinger.

Place it in your palm.

Shen Wanzhou sat on the rattan chair next to her, her full head of silver hair loosely tied back with an antique jade hairpin.

She watched Chen Yuan's movements with great interest.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, and although her dimples were hidden by wrinkles, they were still clearly visible.

Chen Yuan did not use any tools.

His large hand suddenly tightened in the sunlight.

The muscles between his fingers instantly tensed into a cold, hard arc.

Click click.

Two dull yet crisp cracking sounds rang out in succession in the quiet sunroom.

The hard walnut shell was crushed by Chen Yuan's terrifying grip with one hand.

It's like encountering a crispy biscuit made with a hydraulic press.

It split open in the middle, and the broken shell fragments fell into his palm.

He slowly opened his palm.

With deft fingers, they peeled away the crumbs.

I picked out the whole, plump walnut kernel from inside.

I gently rubbed the kernel with my fingertips a couple of times, wiping away some of the loose skin.

then.

He turned to the side and steadily presented the peeled walnut kernel to Shen Wanzhou's dry, red lips.

"eat."

The instructions were simple, just like the domineering way he used to feed her in the kitchen decades ago.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth and bit off the walnut kernel.

The rich nutty aroma melts on the tongue.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing as she chewed.

The smile lines at the corners of her eyes were squeezed together, like a blooming white magnolia.

"Just like when I was young, I can't stand the slightest loss."

She muttered softly, her tone full of unyielding sweetness and indulgence.

The sunlight enveloped the two elderly people with white hair in a warm golden halo.

This is the epitome of peaceful and serene life.

But this tranquility.

In the case of Shen Wanzhou, the former richest woman, things never lasted very long.

Night falls.

The master bedroom on the second floor of Yunding Manor.

The heavy, dark velvet curtains completely blocked out the moonlight.

Only a warm orange floor lamp remained in the room, emitting a faint glow.

The central air conditioning was running quietly, keeping the room temperature at the most comfortable 26 degrees Celsius.

On a large double bed.

Chen Yuan's breathing was steady and long; he had entered a deep sleep.

But his large, calloused hand still habitually rested on Shen Wanzhou's waist.

It's like an impregnable defensive line.

He held her tightly in his arms.

"rustle."

From under the blanket came a soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Shen Wanzhou rolled over on the soft mattress like a pancake.

Facing in Chen Yuan's direction.

Another minute passed.

She irritably pulled the blanket covering her shoulders down even further.

Her collarbone was exposed, revealing her wearing a silk nightgown.

Those eyes, though cloudy, still darted around restlessly in the darkness.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

That familiar emptiness in my stomach felt like a little hairy paw.

It kept scratching against the thin walls of her stomach.

It made her feel flustered and confused.

Decades ago, in order to treat her anorexia.

Chen Yuan used bowls of divine medicinal cuisine to forcefully feed her into becoming a sickly, gluttonous woman who couldn't live without his cooking.

Now, although I am already in my seventies or eighties.

But this quirky habit of suddenly craving something in the middle of the night seems to be etched into her DNA.

Nothing has changed.

She swallowed a large mouthful of sweet saliva, making a clear gurgling sound in her throat.

Normally, she would just endure it at this time and it would pass.

But I don't know what's wrong with me tonight.

My mind is filled with the sizzling sound of scallion oil being fried in a hot pan.

And there's the golden-brown poached egg lying on top of the noodles, its edges slightly charred and its center runny.

The more I thought about it, the more intense my cravings became.

"Gurgle—"

A clear rumbling sound suddenly rang out in the quiet bedroom.

Shen Wanzhou was startled and quickly covered her stomach with both hands.

She was afraid of waking the man next to her, who was always a light sleeper.

But the alertness Chen Yuan honed on the dark web was an instinct ingrained in his bones.

The very next second after that rumbling sound was heard.

Chen Yuan's previously steady breathing suddenly stopped.

The large hand resting on Shen Wanzhou's waist tightened unconsciously.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His deep black eyes, under the dim light, were clear and showed no sign of sleepiness.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Yuan's voice was very low, with the hoarseness characteristic of someone who has just woken up.

There was an undisguised tension in his voice.

He propped himself up, his other hand already reaching for the intercom on the bedside table.

Be prepared to call the medical team downstairs at any time.

When Shen Wanzhou saw that he was awake, she shrank her neck guiltily.

A delicate blush, the kind only a young girl would have, appeared on that face covered in fine lines.

She quickly reached out and pressed down on Chen Yuan's hand holding the walkie-talkie.

The fingertips were slightly cool, yet carried an irresistible force.

"No... I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

She stammered, her eyes darting around frantically.

She just didn't dare to look Chen Yuan in the eye, eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Then why are you turning over and over like that?"

Chen Yuan took her hand in his own, enveloping her slightly cool hand in his warm palm.

He gently stroked the back of her hand twice with his fingertips.

It conveys a reassuring warmth.

Shen Wanzhou bit her lower lip.

A whitish mark was pressed into her lips.

I mentally prepared myself for several seconds.

In the end, appetite triumphed over that pitiful pride.

She moved forward a little.

She pressed her body against Chen Yuan's warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Shen Wanzhou, her hair streaked with gray, tugged at the hem of his pajamas with a pitiful expression: "Old man, I'm hungry, can I just have a bite...?"