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

The golden nib of the pen paused on the thick parchment.

A drop of ink seeps into the paper fibers.

Chen Yuan closed the thick, hand-bound notebook.

He turned his head away.

Shen Wanzhou was fast asleep on the large bed in the bedroom.

The air conditioner was set to its highest setting, and the slight breeze couldn't even stir her long hair that had fallen onto the pillow.

Her eyelashes cast two crescent-shaped shadows under her eyelids, and her breathing was even.

Chen Yuan put one hand into his pajama pocket and walked over quietly.

He covered her ankles, which were sticking out from under the blanket, back up completely.

This pure black leather notebook, which he casually tossed at the bottom of his bedside table, should have remained lying in the dust.

Until a year later.

Chen Xingye, the twenty-year-old rebellious grandson with a wolf-tail hairstyle, secretly photographed the original manuscript while Chen Yuan was in the kitchen making Longjing shrimp for Shen Wanzhou, in order to brag to his new girlfriend about his grandfather's great achievements.

He even casually sent it to a leading publishing group under Xingchen Venture Capital.

Two months later.

This "wife-soothing manual," which was originally only circulated within the Chen family, directly ignited the global book market.

New York, Manhattan, Times Square.

The same book was projected onto six huge naked-eye 3D screens.

The book title is stamped with arrogant dark gold cursive script.

"The Top Tycoon's Method of Living Off His Wife."

The top-floor conference room of Goldman Sachs, a top investment bank on Wall Street.

A group of financial tycoons dressed in bespoke Savile Row suits were not looking at the stock market chart.

In front of each of them was a physical book with curled edges.

"Bang."

CEO John slammed his coffee down on the mahogany table.

A few drops of the brown liquid in the glass splashed out and landed on the pages of the book.

He didn't wipe it; his bloodshot blue eyes were fixed on the open page.

On the page are Chen Yuan's original words from his memoirs.

In the fall of 2024, the Lin Group attempted to sabotage Wan Zhou's new energy project.

The temperature dropped eight degrees that day, and when Wanzhou got home, her fingers were cold, and she even ate one less bite of rice than usual.

I'm a little irritable.

So I cut off all of Lin's overseas funding. I also hacked their internal servers and posted dirt on Lin Qinghan on the Nasdaq screen.

It took eleven minutes to do all of this.

Just enough time to simmer the wild turtle soup in the clay pot until it turns milky white.

Wanzhou drank half a bowl, and her hands warmed up.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

All you can hear is the hissing sound of the central air conditioning running.

"Did you understand?" John's voice trembled.

It's not fear, it's the reshaping of one's values ​​after they've been shattered.

"We spent billions of dollars studying the business logic of Chen Yuan, the trillion-dollar controlling shareholder of Star Ventures! We analyzed his investment model!"

John loosened the Windsor knot and tapped his fingers on the pages of the book.

"And the result?"

"He shorted Rothschild simply because their yacht horn disturbed Shen, the richest man in China, who was vacationing in the Aegean Sea!"

The hedge fund manager sitting on the right swallowed hard.

He pulled off his tie.

"Mr. John... Chapter Thirty-Four of this book is titled 'On the Application of Max-Level Hacking Techniques in the Search for Wild, Live Black Tiger Shrimp'."

"He even... he even used his access to the dark web's overlord, 'The Abyss,' to control military satellites!"

"Just to observe the ocean currents so we can deduce which sea area has the firmest shrimp meat, ensuring it's delivered to Shen Wanzhou precisely at 6 PM."

John tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

"go."

"Change the company's team building activity from the Las Vegas casino to the New Oriental Culinary School."

"The rules of Wall Street have changed. Whoever can make the perfect Longjing Shrimp will be the king of the next era."

At the same time.

In a dark, sunless basement in Northern Europe.

Ghost Ship, the number one hacker forum on the dark web.

The sections that are usually filled with arms deals and confidential documents from various countries are completely paralyzed today.

All members' computer screens were forcibly replaced with a photograph.

A photo of a man wearing an old black apron from behind.

The background is a traditional Chinese kitchen full of lively atmosphere.

Forum administrator "X" stared at the screen, squeezing the energy drink can in his hand until it deformed.

The aluminum sheet emitted a harsh, scraping sound.

"My God..."

X muttered to himself, his fingertips hovering over the keyboard.

In the forum, countless top hackers who once boasted of being able to wield power in the online world are frantically spamming the chat.

[Falcon]: Can anyone tell me why "Abyss," who single-handedly crippled the Pentagon's firewall, would spend three pages in his memoir writing about how to pick female crabs?

[Venom]: I spent a million bitcoins to buy his tracking program, and he replied, "No time, I'm making dough." I thought it was some kind of advanced code!

[Shadow]: So it really was leavened dough, literally! He's making soup dumplings for the richest man, Shen!

Countless self-proclaimed arrogant geniuses looked at the book in their hands, "The Top Crocodiles' Method of Living Off Their Beloved Women."

My belief has crumbled.

They thought Chen Yuan was playing a game of chess to rule the world.

As a result, in Chen Yuan's world map, there was only one woman named Shen Wanzhou, and her three meals a day.

The Chen Family Manor in the capital.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered the mahogany floor.

"Smack."

A thick, hardcover book was tossed onto the coffee table.

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa.

He didn't look at his grandson Chen Xingye kneeling on the floor; his gaze was fixed on the cufflink on his left hand.

Unravel it slowly and deliberately.

a circle.

Two laps.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up to the forearms, revealing strong, well-defined muscles.

Chen Xingye hunched his shoulders, with a durian shell under his knees.

His forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

"Grandpa..." Chen Xingye swallowed hard. "This book...this book has sold a billion copies. I've already transferred the royalties to Grandma's account."

Chen Yuan put one hand into his pocket.

Those eyes were devoid of any human emotion; they looked at Chen Xingye as if he were a dead bass on a chopping board.

"One billion copies."

Chen Yuan's voice was flat.

"In other words, there are now a billion people in the world who know that your grandma's favorite way to eat braised sea cucumber with scallions is without ginger, that she likes to kick off the covers while sleeping, and that when she gets angry, she will sit alone in the bathtub and stare blankly."

Chen Xingye's sweat slid directly into his eyes, stinging them, but he dared not blink.

"Those are my personal memories."

Chen Yuan pulled his hand away and casually picked up a silver fruit knife from the table.

The blade spun around on my fingertip.

Light and shadow traced across his cold, stern jawline.

Chen Xingye's face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed backward.

"Grandma! Grandma, help! Old Chen is going to kill me to cover his tracks!"

From the spiral staircase on the second floor came the muffled sound of slippers stepping on the carpet.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a silk loungewear set, her long hair casually tied back with a shark clip.

Even as time goes by, that cool and aloof face remains largely untouched by the vicissitudes of life.

On the contrary, because she has been pampered to an extreme degree for many years, there is a hint of languor in her eyes and brows, as if she has let down her guard.

She was also holding the book "How to Make Money Off Your Soft Rice".

A metal bookmark was tucked inside the book.

The moment I saw Shen Wanzhou.

The deathly stillness in Chen Yuan's eyes, which felt like falling into an ice cave, shattered suddenly, turning into a pool of warm spring water that could drown a person.

He casually tossed the silver knife into the trash can, making a dull thud.

"Awake?" Chen Yuan strode across the coffee table, completely ignoring his grandson on the floor.

He walked to the top of the stairs, naturally reached out, and put his arm around Shen Wanzhou's waist.

He casually used the back of his hand to gently touch her profile.

"The temperature is just right. No drafts, right?"

Shen Wanzhou remained silent.

She held up the book in her hand and used it to shield Chen Yuan's face.

On the book cover, the arrogant gold lettering was dazzling.

Chen Yuan unusually looked away and gazed at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Shen Wanzhou's fingers traced down the spine of the book.

Chapter 58, Section 3.

Her voice was cool and clear, but the end of her sentence carried a hint of barely concealed laughter.

"To prevent Wan Zhou from discovering that I was using helicopters to transport Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, I bought the airline that operated that flight and forged an air traffic control order within ten minutes."

Shen Wanzhou put down her book and looked into his eyes.

"Is this why you told me that year that you bought those hairy crabs at half price because you happened to find someone returning them at the market?"

Chen Yuan touched the bridge of his nose.

"It was indeed discounted," he said matter-of-factly. "When I bought the airline, the shareholders gave me a 5% discount."

Shen Wanzhou couldn't help but let a slight smile curve her lips.

She gently tapped Chen Yuan's shoulder with the spine of the book.

"Spendthrift."

Chen Yuan grasped her hand as she slapped him, then snatched the book away and tossed it onto the sofa beside him.

He casually pulled an old black apron off the shelf.

He skillfully put it around his neck and tied a tight knot at the back of his waist.

"So what if I'm wasteful?"

Chen Yuan put his arm around her and walked towards the restaurant, not even sparing a glance at his grandson who was still trembling on the durian shell.

"Didn't you say you wanted sweet and sour pork ribs? The mess that Hoshino kid made will be handled by Star Ventures' PR department. Right now, eating is the most important thing."

Shen Wanzhou let him put his arm around her.

She turned her head and pressed her cheek against Chen Yuan's arm.

The fabric of his cotton shirt was warm to the touch.

"Is everything written in the book... true?"

"It's fake," Chen Yuan answered without hesitation.

"Um?"

"Only one-tenth of it is written in the book." Chen Yuan stopped and looked down at her.

The pork rib soup simmering in the kitchen was releasing a rich aroma through the crack in the door.

"There are still nine-tenths left that I haven't written." Chen Yuan reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"For example, you got drunk and insisted on dragging me to dance the tango, and you stepped on my feet thirteen times."

"For example, back then Lin Qinghan wanted to use ten million to force me to leave you. I took that ten million and went directly to the black market to buy a hundred tons of explosives, leveled one of Lin's overseas mines, and gave it to you as fireworks to make a noise."

Shen Wanzhou's toes curled up slightly inside her slippers.

She buried her face in Chen Yuan's chest, her voice muffled.

"Chen Yuan, if you continue like this, the whole world will laugh at you for living off a woman."

"Let them laugh."

Chen Yuan put one arm around her back.

They're laughing because they can't have any.

The online storm reached its peak on this day.

Weibo, Twitter, Facebook.

This phenomenal book dominated the top ten spots on all the trending topics lists.

[Holy crap! So this is the thought process of top-tier tycoons? First, they use wealth to overwhelm you, then they use culinary skills to physically exonerate you?]

[I've finished watching it, and I'm at the market now. The vendor asked me why I was looking at him like he was a dead animal. I said I was practicing Chen Yuan's decisive and ruthless style. As a result, the vendor chased me out with a butcher's knife.]

[Waaaaah, what kind of unfortunate victim is Lin Qinghan?! Not only did her ex become a max-level human, but she's also being dragged out and humiliated in his memoirs! That line in Chapter 71, 'The rain on the day the Lin Group went bankrupt was perfect for making fish soup for Wanzhou,' is absolutely infuriating!]

In male dormitories at universities around the world, computer screens are no longer filled with game interfaces.

They're all the same: "How to cut Wensi tofu" and "Secret tips for coloring braised pork".

And at this moment.

On Reddit, the largest social media platform outside the internet, a comment skyrocketed to the top of the list at a rate of 100,000 likes per second.

A verified account with the ID "Prince of Middle Eastern Oil" posted a long update.

The background shows his solid gold Bugatti Veyron parked downstairs at the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai.

But in his hand, he was holding a newly bought Chinese cookbook.

His message was filled with a fervent thirst for knowledge and a sense of bewilderment.

"I'd like to ask the experts: if I learn to cook now, will I still be able to meet a wife as generous and beautiful as Mr. Shen?"