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

"Clang!"

The stainless steel thermos cup made a dent on the bluestone slab.

The scalding hot goji berry water splashed onto Uncle Fu's old cloth shoes, but he didn't even flinch.

Uncle Fu looked at his son, who usually just stared blankly at the sandbag, and saw him holding the most fearsome female assassin in the manor tightly.

He pointed to the two large woven bags of military supplies and dowry, his lips trembling for a long time.

"You brat, you've practically married a tigress!"

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Leng Yue, standing on the steps behind, had a muscle twitch uncontrollably at the corner of her eye.

She habitually reached her hand to the outside of her thigh under her floral dress.

That was where she always strapped her tactical knife.

A large, strong hand firmly held her wrist.

Li Feng took half a step forward, standing like an impenetrable stone wall in front of Leng Yue.

He, who had been holding a sniper rifle for years, gently rubbed Leng Yue's taut knuckles.

"dad."

Li Feng's voice remained rough and honest, without any inflection or variation.

"Yueyue isn't a tigress. She's usually quite gentle; she even knitted me a scarf yesterday."

Above the steps.

Chen Yuan had one hand in his pocket, a smirk playing on his lips.

He turned his head and whispered in Shen Wanzhou's ear.

"Yesterday I went to the underground training ground and saw that Li Feng had a black object wrapped around his neck that looked like bulletproof fiber. I thought it was a new type of neck brace."

Chen Yuan lowered his voice, "So that was a scarf knitted by Leng Yue."

Shen Wanzhou couldn't help but smile, a hint of amusement appearing in her usually cool eyes.

She gently pinched Chen Yuan's arm, signaling him not to add fuel to the fire.

In fact, the seeds of this bizarre connection had already been sown during the manor's autumn security drill two weeks prior.

It was pouring rain that day, in the mud pit on the back mountain.

Leng Yue, acting as the hypothetical enemy, single-handedly defeated sixteen elite bodyguards in the manor.

Until Li Feng, wearing his training uniform, stood up from the mud.

There were no fancy probing moves, only a clash of pure strength and killing skills.

Leng Yue's rubber military knife stabbed Li Feng in the ribs three times at tricky angles.

But Li Feng didn't even flinch. He withstood the attack and, with a fierce grappling move, pinned Leng Yue firmly to the mud.

Heavy rain.

Leng Yue was pressed into the mud and water, her hands were restrained.

For the first time in close combat, she felt a sense of despair and oppression.

Li Feng lowered his head, letting the rain stream down his angular face.

He looked at Leng Yue's face, which was slightly flushed from lack of oxygen, and released his grip.

Then, this top sniper, who could lie prone on the Siberian ice plains for three days and three nights, turned red in the face and asked his first question.

"They're having braised pork in the cafeteria tonight, do you want to come eat with me?"

At that moment, Leng Yue could clearly hear her own rapidly beating pulse, which drowned out the sound of rain covering the mountains and fields.

For two bloodthirsty lone wolves, an evenly matched contest of strength is the ultimate form of romance.

A month later.

The seven-star hotel in Beijing, owned by Xingchen Venture Capital.

The rooftop garden is covered with 99,000 Bulgarian roses that were flown in.

Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou sat at the main table.

As the officiant, Shen Wanzhou wore a crimson silk cheongsam.

Her cool and radiant beauty creates a captivating and irresistible allure.

The banquet hall below the stage was bustling with activity, even to the point of chaos.

The eagle, dressed in a sharp suit, was desperately gripping the butcher's arm.

The butcher was wearing his yellow vest and carrying a long, rectangular box wrapped in red silk.

"Let go of me! What's wrong with me giving Fengzi two German-made boning knives as a wedding gift? They cut meat so fast!"

Under the round table not far away.

Xiao Liu, a junior high school student, was holding an empty wine bottle, his face flushed from drinking.

He was hiccuping as he frantically typed code on his tablet.

"Waaaaah... Cyber ​​love is all fake... I'm going to hack into all the dating website servers..."

Aunt Wang, dressed in a bright red cheongsam, was pulling Uncle Fu along as they discussed how to buy the cheapest pig's head meat at the market with the least amount of information fees.

On stage, Leng Yue wore a well-tailored white suit, but not a wedding dress.

Li Feng was wearing a crisp military uniform.

The way the two exchanged rings was as swift as secret agents handing over top-secret information.

Shen Wanzhou looked at the people on the stage, picked up the glass of red wine in front of her, and took a small sip.

The rich aroma of the wine spreads across the tip of the tongue.

Her eyes reflected the most vivid and authentic appearance of this group of people.

Chen Yuan sat beside her.

He didn't watch the wedding on the stage; his gaze remained fixed solely on Shen Wanzhou from beginning to end.

He picked up a cashmere shawl from the side and unfolded it naturally.

The shawl, still warm from his palm, settled steadily on Shen Wanzhou's shoulders, blocking the cold air from the central air conditioning.

"Shall we go to the terrace for some fresh air?" Chen Yuan asked in a low voice.

"it is good."

The two avoided the noisy crowd, pushed open the glass door, and went to the rooftop terrace.

The early autumn night breeze was cool and carried the scent of roses.

The dazzling neon lights of the capital city spread out beneath their feet, stretching all the way to the end of the night.

Shen Wanzhou braced her hands on the white marble railing of the terrace.

She tilted her head slightly, and the stars in the night sky were reflected in her clear, cool pupils.

Chen Yuan stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the familiar, faint scent of cedar in her hair.

"What were you thinking about just now? Your eyes were red when Leng Yue exchanged rings."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and gentle.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his firm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

"I'm thinking about fate."

She turned her head to the side, her cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

"If it weren't for that day when Uncle Fu insisted on changing the rules of the autumn exercise, Leng Yue and Li Feng might still be stuck in their own circles and would never have crossed paths."

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

The vibrations in my chest were transmitted through the fabric.

"Two people with exceptional combat skills will attract each other."

He hugged Shen Wanzhou even tighter.

Shen Wanzhou turned around and looked up into Chen Yuan's eyes from between them, through the narrow railing.

Those were eyes that had once stirred up a bloodbath on the dark web and made countless Wall Street giants kneel and beg for mercy.

But at this moment, those eyes held only the starry sky and her.

"And what about us?" Shen Wanzhou asked softly.

Her fingertips traced the buttons on Chen Yuan's white shirt, moving upwards until they finally stopped on his prominent Adam's apple.

Gently rub.

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

His eyes darkened instantly.

But he didn't move, letting her fingertips linger on his most vulnerable spot.

Three years.

Looking back to that autumn three years ago, the gears of fate meshed together in an absurd way.

At the time, Shen Wanzhou's stomach problems flared up so badly from long hours of business negotiations that even drinking a sip of warm water would cause her to cramp.

On the same day.

Chen Yuan stood on the steps outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, watching Lin Qinghan answer her male best friend's phone call and disappear into the distance in her high heels.

Without hesitation, he threw the household registration booklet in his hand into the trash can.

He turned around and dialed the number of the headhunting company under Xingchen Venture Capital.

No one knows that "The Abyss," the mastermind behind the dark web, is the controlling shareholder behind trillions of dollars in capital.

Wearing an old black apron and carrying a bowl of Wensi tofu medicinal porridge that had been simmering for six hours, she knocked on the door of Shen Wanzhou's villa.

The warmth of that bowl of porridge soothed Shen Wanzhou's stomach, which was riddled with problems.

This also completely locked away all of Chen Yuan's favoritism for the rest of his life.

If Lin Qinghan hadn't run away from the wedding.

If Chen Yuan is still bound by that ridiculous shackle of repaying a debt of gratitude.

If Shen Wanzhou hadn't posted that exorbitantly priced job advertisement...

Even a single wrong step can cause two parallel lines to drift apart forever.

The wind on the terrace was a bit strong.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and gently tucked a stray lock of Shen Wanzhou's hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, behind her ear.

His fingertips brushed against her cool earlobe, sending a shiver of tingling pleasure through him.

"We are not destined to be together."

Chen Yuan's tone was extremely confident, exuding the absolute self-assurance and domineering nature of a max-level human.

"It was at that moment that I personally cut off all the wrong variables and locked in you as the only result."

"From the moment I walked into your house with that bowl of porridge, you could only ever be mine."

Shen Wanzhou looked at the undeniable possessiveness in his eyes and did not refute it.

She grasped Chen Yuan's hand in return, their fingers intertwined tightly.

The warmth from my palm was even warmer than that bowl of medicinal porridge.

She leaned back into Chen Yuan's arms, her gaze sweeping across the terrace to the brightest star in the night sky.

Her cool and aloof features softened completely under the starlight, transforming into a pool of autumn water.

The night breeze swirled rose petals around their feet.

Shen Wanzhou looked up at the stars in the night sky and chuckled, "Yeah, who would have thought that the boss of a trillion-dollar venture capital firm was actually hired to deliver my meals back then?"