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

A deep, mellow voice.

The scent of time, like sand and gravel, wafts through the steaming kitchen.

Those large, wrinkled hands, still with distinct knuckles, steadily set down the silver spoon.

His movements were completely undisturbed.

Chen Yuan reached out and turned off the azure blue gas flame.

The boiling noodle soup gradually subsided, and white steam wafted through the lamplight.

He took a deep white porcelain bowl decorated with gold trim.

Take that long, unbroken thin noodle and a pool of clear scallion oil, soy sauce, and broth.

It was perfectly served in the bowl.

That poached egg with slightly charred edges and golden-yellow yolk flowing in the center.

It was neatly placed on top of the noodles.

Chen Yuan placed the porcelain bowl on a black walnut wood tray lined with a heat-resistant mat.

Turn around.

He held the tray in his left hand and gripped the sandalwood cane in his right.

The tip of the cane, with its metal corners, rests on the marble floor tiles.

It makes a steady and powerful "thump, thump" sound.

Follow the corridor on the first floor toward the wooden spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

It was late at night.

In the corridors of Cloud Top Manor, only a few motion-activated nightlights emitting a warm orange glow remain.

The light was soft, just enough to illuminate the path beneath our feet.

Chen Yuan's steps were slow.

After all, time waits for no one, and the decisive pace of those days has inevitably been slowed down by time.

But his broad back remained ramrod straight.

It's like guarding a priceless treasure.

Just as Chen Yuan walked up to the corner of the second-floor corridor...

The door of a guest room is about ten meters away from the master bedroom.

Two fluffy little heads were peeking out from the crack in the door, one above the other.

These are Chen Nianshen's two children, and also Chen Yuan's third-generation great-grandchildren.

Chen Xinghe, the twelve-year-old grandson, and Chen Xingyue, the ten-year-old granddaughter.

The two little ones were given a weekend off and were specially sent to Genting Highlands to keep their great-grandparents company.

at this time.

They were both wearing matching cartoon onesie pajamas.

Holding her breath, two big, dark eyes.

He stared intently at the tall figure at the end of the corridor, carrying a tray and leaning on a cane.

"Brother, can you smell it?"

Chen Xingyue sniffed her pert little nose.

The strong, rich aroma of scallion oil in the air wafted straight into my nostrils.

She swallowed hard, her mouth watering.

"It's scallion oil noodles! Grandpa's cooking special meals for Grandma again!"

She lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of envy, but more so a sense of indifference and acceptance.

Chen Xinghe reached out his finger and gently flicked his sister's forehead.

"Keep your voice down, don't let Grandpa hear you."

Although that's what he said.

But looking at Chen Yuan's back as he carefully carried the tray, a smile couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

In the understanding of these two little guys from childhood to adulthood.

My grandfather, Chen Yuan, is a mythical figure.

He was a living god whom their father, Chen Nianshen, would always respectfully mention at the dinner table.

"Back in the day, your grandfather single-handedly broke through the financial defenses of the entire Europe on the dark web."

"In just one night, the Huangfu family, which had been entrenched in the capital for a hundred years, was completely eradicated."

"He built Star Ventures' trillion-dollar empire all by himself."

Those stories of fierce battles and dramatic shifts in the business world.

It was a million times more exciting than any superhero movie they had ever seen.

In Chen Xinghe's heart.

Grandpa was an invincible god of war, an absolute taboo that no one in Jianghai City or even the global business community dared to provoke.

but.

The real-life art style, however, always manages to shatter those terrifying legends.

The man who could garner congratulatory messages from leaders of multiple countries.

That god who is worshipped on a pedestal by countless financial tycoons.

just now.

It was already 2 a.m.

He was actually wearing a gray knitted loungewear set.

She was wearing an old apron that had been washed until it was faded.

Leaning on a cane, she shakily carried a bowl of noodles from the kitchen on the first floor.

Go and comfort the old lady who can't sleep because she's hungry in the middle of the night.

The contrast is so stark it's jaw-dropping.

"Brother, don't you think Grandpa looks a lot like one of those guys in our class who bring milk tea to girls?"

Chen Xingyue covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons as she laughed.

"Whenever Grandma acts cute, Grandpa abandons all his principles."

"Last time, Grandma said she wanted to eat osmanthus cake from the south of the city."

"Grandpa insisted that Grandpa Eagle fly a helicopter across half the city to buy it."

Chen Xinghe looked at his sister's gossipy expression.

I recall one time when my dad got drunk and complained to them about those old stories.

"What do you know? Dad already said it."

Chen Xinghe leaned closer to the door frame, his eyes sparkling.

"When my grandparents got married, it was in front of the whole world."

"He stuffed all the assets, including the seal of Star Venture Capital, into Grandma's bag."

"I didn't keep a single penny for myself."

"He even publicly announced that he would rely on his grandmother's allowance to get by for the rest of his life."

Speaking of it.

Chen Xinghe couldn't hold back any longer.

He burst out laughing.

He quickly covered his mouth tightly with both hands.

She was afraid that her laughter would be too loud and disturb her grandfather at the other end of the corridor.

If they find out that he's eavesdropping in the middle of the night instead of sleeping...

Tomorrow morning during the special training session, Grandpa's sandalwood cane will definitely give him a good whack on the butt.

Looking at that figure carrying a tray, walking unsteadily, yet each step was exceptionally steady.

The grandson covered his mouth and laughed so hard his shoulders shook. He whispered to his sister, "Everyone outside says that Grandpa got to his position by being a kept man. I think he's been living off his wife his whole life and he's never been able to get rid of her."