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

Chen Yuan had just finished speaking.

Xiao Liu, looking like a wilted eggplant, swayed as he carried the specially made tablet out of the villa gate.

The cat ears on the hoodie drooped completely, and his back view exuded a desolate air of someone who had seen through the vanities of the world.

Shen Wanzhou looked in the direction Xiao Liu had left.

She neatly folded the venture capital reports in English and placed them on the wooden coffee table.

My fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the report.

"Are you completely abandoning your plans to deal with Xiao Liu's personal life?"

Chen Yuan grabbed a wet wipe and slowly wiped the walnut crumbs between his fingers.

"There's nothing I can do about it. His resistance to code is maxed out, but his defense against carbon-based life forms is negative."

He casually tossed the wet wipe into the trash can.

"Besides, what's wrong with being single? At least you won't end up like someone who ended up in the orthopedic ward after a blind date."

Shen Wanzhou paused in her typing of the report.

A hint of helplessness flashed in her cool eyes as she rubbed her temples.

The "someone" Chen Yuan mentioned was Leng Yue, her special forces best friend and bodyguard.

Three years.

Three years ago, on the lawn of the Chen family manor, Leng Yue was taken down by Chen Yuan, who had just revealed his max-level human form, with a tricky over-the-shoulder throw.

This "Black Widow," feared throughout the international mercenary world, has fully awakened a strange competitive spirit.

In order to improve her combat skills, Leng Yue started going on blind dates like crazy.

But she only has one criterion for blind dates: the person must be able to withstand three of her moves without dying.

The result can be imagined.

In Beijing's wealthy circles, those gym-goers who built their muscular physiques with protein powder have suffered a devastating blow.

The third son of Wang's Real Estate was kicked by Leng Yue, breaking three of his ribs. He is currently in the orthopedics department.

The eldest son of the Li family shipping company tried to make advances on Leng Yue in a Western restaurant, but ended up being pinned to the mahogany dining table by a stainless steel knife, which frightened him so much that he lost control of his bladder on the spot.

Shen Wanzhou originally thought that Leng Yue would probably spend the rest of her life alone, clutching the Nepalese military knife that had been with her for ten years.

Until this morning.

"Buzzing".

Shen Wanzhou's phone, which was on the coffee table, vibrated.

A WeChat message popped up.

Sender: Leng Yue.

The message contained only three words: 【I'm married.】

Attached below is a photo of a freshly printed marriage certificate with a red background, the stamp still wet.

Shen Wanzhou's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Two drops of scalding hot tangerine peel Pu'er tea splashed onto the report, creating a small water stain.

She didn't wipe it; her gaze was fixed on the photo, and for the first time, a feeling of shock appeared in her usually cool eyes.

Chen Yuan noticed her unusual behavior.

He leaned closer, resting his chin naturally on Shen Wanzhou's shoulder, his gaze passing over her shoulder to look at the phone screen.

"Wow, this tigress actually managed to get married?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of casual teasing.

"Which orthopedic hospital is so overcrowded with VIP patients that they're offering themselves up to tigers?"

In the photo, Leng Yue is wearing a rare black trench coat, without even a smile, her eyes still seeming to be aiming at her prey.

But the man standing next to her.

He was wearing a faded military green training uniform and had a neatly shaved buzz cut.

Even in a half-body photo, you can see that his muscles are as hard as rock.

Most importantly, the man's eyes revealed a kind of simple honesty that didn't match his terrifying physique.

Chen Yuan squinted and stared at the man with the buzz cut on the screen for three seconds.

"This kid..." Chen Yuan stroked his chin, "He looks kind of familiar."

"Uncle Fu's son," Shen Wanzhou said softly, her tone revealing undisguised astonishment.

"Li Feng. He has been serving in overseas special defense forces, codenamed 'Silent Stone.' He is the retired sniper who once lay prone in a snowdrift for three days and three nights on the Siberian ice field, killing a rebel leader with a single shot."

The air was silent for two seconds.

Chen Yuan suddenly chuckled softly.

He moved his chin off Shen Wanzhou's shoulder and put one hand into his pocket.

"That's interesting. Is this a case of a turtle looking at a green bean, or a bayonet facing off against an anti-materiel sniper rifle?"

Just then, the roar of a car engine came from outside the villa.

A camouflaged George Patton SUV, like a raging beast, violently drifted and came to a steady stop in front of the manor's fountain.

The tires screeched as they scraped across the asphalt.

The car door was kicked open.

Leng Yue jumped down with her long, powerful legs.

Today, instead of her usual tactical vest that made it easy to draw her gun, she wore a... floral dress, which was quite unusual for her.

Although the dress she wore gave off the feel of a bulletproof vest, the outline of a tactical dagger strapped to the side of her thigh could be vaguely seen under the hem.

But it was definitely a dress.

Even more terrifying.

Leng Yue's face, which was usually covered in ice crystals, was now strangely flushed with a thin layer of red.

Even her walking posture was a bit stiffer than usual.

The man who got out of the car behind her was Li Feng, the man with the buzz cut from the marriage certificate.

Li Feng was carrying two huge red woven bags.

Those bags used to pack local specialties when returning to one's hometown for the Lunar New Year.

It was heavy, making a dull thud with each step he took.

He followed Leng Yue like an iron tower, his eyes as loyal as a Siberian Husky protecting its master.

Uncle Fu, the old butler who was pruning the rose bushes, turned around when he heard the noise.

When he saw who was walking towards him.

"Clatter".

The German-imported pruning shears that Uncle Fu had been using for over a decade fell directly to the ground.

The blade chipped a gash in the bluestone slab.

"Fengzi? Why did you suddenly come back to China? Wait, didn't you say you were on a peacekeeping mission in Africa?"

Uncle Fu stared wide-eyed at his taciturn son, who could barely utter ten words a year.

Then, his gaze shifted stiffly and landed on Li Feng and Leng Yue's hands, which were tightly clasped together.

Li Feng's large, calloused hand, which was used to pulling the trigger of a sniper rifle for many years.

It was tightly wrapped around Leng Yue's hand, which was also covered in calluses.

Uncle Fu's breathing stopped.

He knew Leng Yue.

This is the strongest bodyguard by Shen, the richest man in China. He's a ruthless character who once single-handedly fought his way in and out of northern Myanmar seven times, and even skinned a drug lord alive with a military knife.

The bodyguards at the manor privately called her "the living Yama".

"dad."

Li Feng spoke. His voice was rough, like sandpaper being rubbed.

He placed the two huge red woven bags he was carrying on the ground.

A muffled "boom" was heard.

The tremor caused the fallen leaves on the ground to jump up.

Uncle Fu looked at the woven bag, then at Leng Yue, his lips trembling.

"What... what is this?"

Leng Yue took a deep breath.

She gripped Li Feng's fingers tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The blush at the base of her ears had spread to her neck.

She stiffly turned her face away, not daring to look at Chen Yuan, who stood on the steps with a half-smile.

"This is the bride price."

Leng Yue tried her best to maintain her usual coldness, but the last syllable of her voice involuntarily split.

"Inside were two captured pure gold AK47s, plus a set of man-portable anti-tank rocket launchers."

Uncle Fu picked up the thermos cup that was placed on the flower stand.

He wanted to drink some hot water to calm his nerves.

Li Feng touched the back of his head, which was completely bare, and smiled憨厚ly.

He added, "Yueyue said that our family are honest people and we can't take advantage of me. This rocket launcher is a token of our love that she specially smuggled from Eastern Europe to give to me."

"Clang!"

Uncle Fu smashed the stainless steel thermos in his hand directly onto the bluestone slab.

The scalding hot goji berry water spilled all over the floor.

Uncle Fu was so shocked to see his usually taciturn son leading the menacing Leng Yue in that he dropped his teacup. "You brat, you've practically married a tigress!"