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

Chen Yuan used his wrinkled hands to wipe the soup from the corner of her mouth. Looking at the bright moon outside the window, he silently sighed in his heart: "After a lifetime of fighting and killing, in the end, nothing compares to this moment of peace."

The night breeze rustled through the half-open glass window.

The cool breeze, characteristic of late autumn, stirred the heavy velvet curtains.

The moonlight moved slowly across the Persian carpet until it was completely replaced by the first rays of dawn in the east.

The next morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist, shining down unreservedly onto the flat, wide lawn of Genting Manor.

Glistening dewdrops clung to the tips of the neatly trimmed shrub leaves.

It refracts a seven-colored halo in the morning light.

Today is a grand family reunion of four generations of the Shen family.

On the main road outside the manor, the deep roar of engines broke the morning's tranquility.

A dozen or so black bulletproof cars drove smoothly into the Black Gold Gate, one after another.

The car doors opened one by one.

Chen Nianshen was wearing a well-tailored handmade suit.

His temples were already noticeably gray.

This business tycoon controls trillions of dollars in assets in the Wanzhou Group.

At this moment, however, she was bending over, carefully leading a two-year-old boy wearing overalls.

"Run slowly, don't fall."

He whispered his instructions, his tone revealing the same indulgence that Chen Yuan had shown back then.

That was his youngest grandson, the fourth-generation eldest grandson of the Chen family.

Following closely behind was Chen Muzhou's family.

Even though he was over fifty, Chen Muzhou's peach blossom eyes still revealed a touch of girlish charm.

She was carrying a huge insulated food container.

Wearing flat shoes, I walked briskly towards the lawn.

"Brother, get out of the way!"

Chen Muzhou nudged Chen Nianshen's arm with his elbow.

"I brought some top-quality Wagyu beef. Dad said we're having barbecue for lunch today, and if we go too late, the meat won't be cooked properly."

Chen Nian Shen shook his head helplessly.

"She's a grandmother now, but she still acts like this whenever she hears about food."

He shielded his grandson and made way for his sister.

The other end of the lawn.

A large, modified commercial vehicle slowly came to a stop.

The car door slid open.

A round, gray-haired figure struggled to get down.

Wang Kai was leaning on a sandalwood cane.

The fat on his face jiggled with every movement.

Although he's gotten old, his shrewd and calculating nature hasn't changed at all.

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, my legs won't obey me anymore."

He rubbed his aching lower back.

I had barely caught my breath when a barrage of harsh criticism came from behind me.

"I told you to eat less braised pork, you've gotten so fat, like a ball! Now you're feeling the pain in your legs?"

Leng Yue was dressed in a neat black tracksuit.

Although his hair was completely white, his back remained straight and his steps were steady and powerful.

She was carrying two bottles of her treasured vintage wine.

He strode over and casually patted Wang Kai on the broad shoulder.

Snapped.

A muffled thud.

Wang Kai gasped in pain, his face contorted in agony.

"Sister Leng Yue, be gentle! My old bones can't withstand the strength of a special forces soldier like you!"

"Only the Eagle can put up with your temper."

He rubbed his shoulders and muttered to himself.

Leng Yue raised an eyebrow and held up the wine bottle in her hand.

"Still not convinced? How about a drinking contest at the dinner table later?"

Wang Kai quickly waved his hand, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"Forget it, I wouldn't dare fight you. Otherwise, Brother Yuan will hit me on the head with his cane again."

Right in the middle of the lawn.

A huge, custom-made barbecue grill has been set up.

The smokeless fruitwood charcoal at the bottom was burning bright red.

It exudes a pure woody fragrance and intense heat.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton-linen shirt.

Around her waist was a faded black apron that had been passed down for half a century.

He was holding a long-handled iron clamp in his hand.

He skillfully flipped the thick-cut beef on the grill.

sizzle.

The high temperature forced out the rich fat from the Wagyu beef.

Golden drops of oil dripped through the gaps in the grill and landed on the glowing embers.

A bright yellow flame suddenly shot up, licking the edge of the meat.

The rich, overpowering aroma of meat is mixed with the flavors of sea salt and freshly ground black pepper.

It permeated the air as if it were a tangible substance.

The aroma instantly captivated everyone on the lawn.

Chen Yuan picked up a small pure silver brush.

Dip it in the special honey sauce.

Spread evenly over a whole row of French lamb chops on the grill.

The sauce sizzled and crackled as it came into contact with the hot lamb.

A rich aroma of caramel mixed with the unique savory fragrance of lamb fills the nostrils.

He flipped his wrist, his movements still retaining the same smooth and effortless grace he had back then.

Each flip precisely locks in the moisture inside the meat.

Several greedy great-grandchildren smelled the aroma.

It even abandoned its toys and ran to the grill.

With their delicate, pretty faces looking up, they gazed longingly at the grill.

"Great-Grandpa, is the meat ready?"

A little boy in overalls, drooling, asked in a childish voice.

Chen Yuan looked down at the pair of black eyes that were exactly like his own.

The hard lines of his face softened instantly.

He used a knife to cut off a small piece of the lean meat without any fat.

After blowing on it to cool it down, I used a toothpick to hold it to the little guy's mouth.

"It's hot, chew slowly."

The little boy swallowed it whole, panting from the heat, but couldn't bear to spit it out.

Her cheeks were puffed out like little steamed buns.

Chen Muzhou moved closer to the grill.

He swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva, his eyes fixed on the sizzling, oily piece of beef.

"Dad, are you done yet?"

With her hands behind her back, she was a perfect replica of Shen Wanzhou sneaking food at the kitchen door back then.

Chen Yuan picked up a piece of grilled Wagyu beef.

He placed it on the cutting board and quickly brought the knife down.

Knock knock knock.

The beef was cut into even small pieces.

He ignored his daughter's outstretched hand.

Instead, the meat chunks are placed in an elegant white porcelain plate and drizzled with a special fruity sauce.

"Go wait over there."

Although Chen Yuan's voice carries the marks of time, his natural fondness remains as strong as ever.

"This plate is for your mom."

Chen Muzhou pursed his lips and withdrew his hand as if it were a common occurrence.

"Dad, you've been biased for fifty years, can't you change?"

"cannot."

Chen Yuan, carrying the plate, turned and walked towards the sunroom not far away.

He left his daughter with an undeniable, upright silhouette.

In the sunroom.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in the large rattan rocking chair.

She was covered with a thin cashmere blanket.

Although fine wrinkles had crept around her eyes, her peach blossom eyes still exuded a reassuring gentleness.

Chen Yuan walked to her side.

Place the white porcelain plate on the small round table next to it.

He picked up a piece of beef dipped in sauce with a pure silver fork and gently blew on it to cool it down.

He steadily brought it to her lips.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth and bit into the tender beef.

"tasty."

Her eyes crinkled into crescents as she smiled, and a touch of girlish radiance appeared on her cheeks.

Chen Yuan casually picked up a tissue.

His rough fingertips wiped away a bit of grease from the corner of her lips through a tissue.

"It's windy outside, so let's eat here."

He then sat down on another rocking chair next to her.

My gaze passed over the open glass door and landed on the bustling lawn.

Wang Kai finally managed to move to the grill.

Looking at the shelves full of top-quality seafood and grilled meat, my mouth is watering.

"Brother Yuan, your cooking skills are absolutely amazing."

"I've eaten at Michelin-starred restaurants my whole life, and all of them combined don't compare to this one barbecue of yours."

He reached out to grab a skewer of freshly grilled prawns.

"Smack."

A long-handled clip struck the back of his hand without hesitation.

Chen Nian Shen took her father's place and looked at the fat man expressionlessly.

"Uncle Wang, my dad has confessed."

"With your blood pressure and cholesterol levels, you can only eat roasted vegetables today."

The fat man let out a wail.

"Nian Shen, on this joyous day, don't be as cruel as your father!"

Leng Yue sneered from the side.

"Brother Chen is right. If you keep eating like this, your medical report will be in trouble again tomorrow."

on the lawn.

Several great-grandchildren, around four or five years old, were chasing a few fluffy golden retriever puppies as they rolled around on the grass.

The clear voices of children and the barking of dogs mingled together.

Time passed gradually.

The afterglow of the setting sun began to spread across the horizon.

Vast expanses of fiery clouds dyed half of the sky over Jianghai City a brilliant orange-red.

A gentle breeze rustled through the tall canopy of the manor's trees.

It created a soft, rustling sound of leaves rubbing together.

A long white table, more than ten meters long, was set up on the lawn.

The table was filled with various delicacies personally prepared by Chen Yuan.

A family spanning four generations sat around a long table, dozens of people gathered together.

Laughter and chatter filled the air, and glasses clinked in celebration.

The children crawled around under the table, and occasionally the adults' helpless laughter and scolding could be heard.

While gnawing on a large bone, Fatty Wang Kai boasted to the younger man next to him about how he had made his way in and out of Wall Street seven times back in the day.

Leng Yue ruthlessly exposed his embarrassing past of being so scared that his legs went weak.

This caused bursts of laughter to erupt from the table.

Laughter and cheers pierced through the clouds above the manor that had witnessed countless business battles and life-or-death struggles.

It lingered for a long time.

This is the Cloud Top Manor located halfway up the mountain.

The cold, oppressive, and chilling atmosphere of the past is gone.

It became a beacon filled with the warmth and humanity of everyday life.

It has become the happiest haven in the entire Jianghai City, and even the entire world.

Chen Yuan took off the black apron from his waist.

It rests on the back of the chair.

He carried a glass of warm water and walked with steady steps.

Avoiding the noisy grandchildren, I walked to the very end of the long table.

Shen Wanzhou was leaning back in a cushioned chair.

Holding a small white porcelain bowl, she sipped her soup.

The glow of the sunset shone on her face, which bore the marks of time.

Yet it still couldn't conceal the elegance and tranquility that emanated from within.

Chen Yuan sat down next to her.

I placed the warm water in my hand next to her.

"Drink some water, don't choke."

He spoke very softly.

Shen Wanzhou put down her bowl and turned her head.

Those peach blossom eyes curved into two beautiful arcs.

She didn't go to pick up the glass of water.

Instead, she stretched out two hands covered with fine lines and accurately grasped Chen Yuan's rough hands.

His fingers slipped between his fingers, their ten fingers intertwined tightly.

The air was filled with the joyful sounds of children and grandchildren.

In the distance, the lights of thousands of homes in Jianghai City gradually come on.

But in this tiny corner...

They seemed to have returned to the quiet world of decades ago, a world where only they existed.

Shen Wanzhou turned her head away.

Her gray hair brushed against Chen Yuan's broad shoulders.

I found the most comfortable position and leaned back securely.

Chen Yuan didn't move, letting her lean against him.

The pad of her thumb, on the bulging blue veins on the back of her hand.

Gently and rhythmically caressing it.

It conveys a warmth that has remained unchanged for decades.

Watching her great-grandchildren chasing and playing on the lawn, Shen Wanzhou leaned on Chen Yuan's shoulder, her eyes filled with tenderness: "Old man, it's so good to have met you in this life."