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

Uncle Fu reached out and grasped the handle of the white porcelain cover.

Gently lift it upwards.

Steam rose.

An intensely sweet aroma, carrying the scent of crushed Arctic ice, instantly broke through the porcelain lid's seal.

They spread out domineeringly in the presidential suite with a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

In a deep white porcelain dish.

That exquisite red king crab that was waving its giant claws in the icy waters of Svalbard just hours before.

At this moment, it had been perfectly dismembered by Chen Yuan's dragon-scale kitchen knife, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The snow-white crab leg meat was completely peeled off the shell.

The surface of the meat was covered with a thin, crystal-clear layer of water.

No ginger or scallions were added, nor was any extra cooking wine.

Only the purest, pristine sea salt fragrance from the ancient glacial seas.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back on the leather sofa.

The slight furrow in his brow, which had been slightly raised due to Wall Street's food supply disruption, had now completely subsided.

She placed her hands on her knees.

His gaze was fixed on the plate of crab meat, and he made a soft swallowing sound.

Chen Yuan sat beside her.

He rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt, revealing the strong, smooth lines of his forearms.

He picked up a pure silver crab needle.

With a gentle flick of the knife tip.

A whole, thick, and plump crab leg is placed steadily in a small white bone china dish with gold trim.

I didn't give it to her to eat herself.

Chen Yuan used a silver fork to pick up the piece of meat.

It was brought to Shen Wanzhou's slightly parted red lips.

"Try it."

The man's voice was deep and steady, with an air of unreasonable indulgence.

"It's been less than four hours since we pulled it out of the sea, and the cell walls are still alive."

Shen Wanzhou obediently opened her mouth.

She bit off a piece of plump crab meat with her pearly teeth.

The firm, elastic fibers break down on the tip of the tongue.

The sweet taste of the seawater, mixed with the unique richness of the crab meat, instantly filled my mouth.

She squinted her peach blossom eyes with satisfaction.

He chewed, his cheeks puffing out.

The annoyance I felt earlier because of the underhanded tactics of those foreign old-money families was completely washed away by this fresh and sweet taste.

"tasty."

She uttered two words indistinctly.

Two soft, white toes rubbed gently against the soft carpet.

Chen Yuan picked up a wet wipe.

His rough fingertips wiped away a little bit of juice from the corner of her lips through the cotton cloth.

The movements were skillful and natural.

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Chen Yuan handed over the second piece of crab meat.

"Only when you're well-fed can you have the energy to teach those outsiders the rules."

Half an hour later.

New York, the heart of Wall Street.

The top floor of the Empire State Building is the main venue for the Global Business Summit.

The heavy, dark gold carved gate was tightly shut.

Two rows of armed security personnel stood outside the door.

Inside the hall, there was a three-inch-thick handmade Persian carpet.

A huge crystal chandelier from the 19th century hangs from the dome.

It refracts dazzling and extravagant light spots.

The air was filled with the aroma of Gallic cigars, mixed with the rich fragrance of top-quality aged whisky.

You can sit here.

They were all long-established tycoon heads who controlled the economic lifeline of North America and even the entire West.

They were wearing expensive Savile Row haute couture suits.

He was toying with a crystal wine glass in his hand.

They appeared to be chatting casually, but their gazes kept drifting towards the tightly closed door at the entrance of the hall.

"William went in?"

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair and a hooked nose held a wine glass and asked slowly and deliberately.

"Yes, Mr. Smith."

The assistant next to him kept his head down and spoke in a very low voice.

"Furthermore, we have cut off all high-end food supplies in New York City."

"That Chinese woman is probably throwing a tantrum in the hotel right now, starving."

Smith shook the ice cubes in the glass.

The glass made a crisp, clinking sound when it struck.

"Young people, with a little nouveau riche money in their hands, think they can challenge the century-old order."

He took a sip of whiskey.

"Letting her go hungry for a meal is just an appetizer."

"Once she steps through this door, she will understand what a real class barrier is."

In the very center of the hall.

A huge mahogany round table with a diameter of over five meters was placed there.

This table is carved from a single piece of century-old Phoebe zhennan wood.

It symbolizes the most central roundtable meeting in the Western capital circle.

Around the table were twelve high-backed leather chairs inlaid with gold leaf.

In each chair sat a leader of a Western tycoon.

There was no place left for Star Ventures.

In the most secluded, dark corner of the lobby, near the ventilation opening.

There stood a lone, roughly made hardwood chair without any cushions.

Those are chairs that waiters usually use to rest temporarily.

"Click".

Just then.

The heavy, carved door lock made a dull turning sound.

The conversation in the hall stopped instantly.

Dozens of scrutinizing, arrogant, and malicious gazes.

They all rushed towards the doorway.

Two security guards forcefully pushed open the gate.

The cold light from the corridor poured in.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a sharply tailored all-black haute couture suit.

Her long, jet-black hair was neatly pulled back.

She was wearing ten-centimeter black stilettos.

Walk into the venue step by step amidst the light and shadow.

She did not wear any elaborate or expensive jewelry.

The fair and slender neck was completely bare.

Only the pink diamond on his ring finger, cut by Chen Yuan himself, flashed a dazzling cold light under the lamp.

Chen Yuan was half a step behind her.

One hand was in his trouser pocket.

The black trench coat billowed slightly with each step.

His deep black eyes swept calmly across the entire room.

That indifference that comes from the very core of one's being.

The sight of the wealthy young men in the front row, each holding a wine glass, unconsciously shifted their gaze away.

No one came forward to greet them.

No one offered any pleasantries.

The entire hall was so quiet that the only sound could be the muffled thud of Shen Wanzhou's high heels on the carpet.

This was a silent, premeditated psychological pressure campaign.

They attempted to use absolute isolation to defeat this newly arrived Eastern female tycoon.

Shen Wanzhou stopped in front of the mahogany round table.

Her cool gaze swept over the twelve high-backed chairs that were full of people.

No nameplate belonging to Star Ventures was found.

"Ms. Shen."

Smith, who was sitting in the main seat, finally put down his wine glass.

He leaned back in the leather chair.

Interlace your fingers and place them on your slightly protruding beer belly.

His chin was raised in an arrogant arc.

"Welcome to the core decision-making circle of Western capital."

Smith spoke slowly, with a strong British accent.

"However, capital has weight, and it also follows a hierarchy of seniority."

He raised one hand.

He casually pointed to the dark corner at the far end of the hall, near the ventilation opening.

He pointed to the old, worn-out hardwood chair.

"As a new player, you need to learn what respect is first."

"Your location is over there."

These words were spoken.

The heads of several wealthy families around them lowered their heads, using coughs to cover the sneers on their lips.

This led to the emergence of a Chinese woman who controls trillions of dollars in assets as the richest woman in the country.

Like a lowly servant, he sat on a broken chair by the vent, listening in.

This kind of class humiliation is both deadly and psychologically damaging.

It's even more vicious than taking billions from her in the financial market.

They were waiting.

I'm waiting to see what happens to this woman who's rumored to have a mental illness.

Will they blush and explode on the spot, or will they turn around and run away in humiliation?

Regardless of which one.

As long as she loses control of her emotions.

Western media will sensationalize the news of "Star Ventures CEO's disgraceful exit" the very next day.

Shen Wanzhou stood still.

In those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes, not a trace of humiliation appeared.

He wasn't trembling with anger.

She simply turned her head and glanced at the broken wooden chair in the corner.

Then he turned his gaze back to Smith's face.

Her fair fingers lightly tapped the hem of her black business suit.

It was as if some invisible dust had settled there.

"Awe?"

Shen Wanzhou's clear and cold voice echoed distinctly in the hall.

She exuded the oppressive aura of a powerful chaebol empress, wielding the power of life and death.

"They resorted to underhanded tactics like cutting off the food supply chain."

"You dare talk to me about reverence?"

She took half a step forward.

The heels of the high heels dug heavily into the Persian carpet.

"I thought the people sitting at the round table were all the operators who controlled the rules."

"I never imagined they were just a bunch of clowns playing a game of exclusion at the dinner table."

Smith's face suddenly darkened.

The wrinkles on his forehead were gathered together, and the arrogance in his eyes turned into ruthlessness.

"Ms. Shen, watch your words."

He placed his hands on the mahogany table.

"In North America, even if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up before me."

"You're sitting in that chair today, whether you like it or not. If you don't, get out of the Empire State Building!"

Several security personnel immediately stepped forward.

His hand rested on the weapon at his waist.

The air pressure in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Shen Wanzhou raised her chin slightly.

She didn't even glance at the security personnel.

She simply stepped back half an inch.

She handed the battlefield over completely to the man behind her.

Chen Yuan stood quietly to her side and behind her.

There was no spark of anger in his deep black eyes.

There is only one kind of absolute stillness: looking at a pile of lifeless objects.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket.

He straightened the cuffs of his trench coat.

Her leather shoes trod across the carpet as she passed Shen Wanzhou.

step.

Two steps.

He walked directly to the century-old mahogany round table that represented the absolute power of old Western money families.

Smith watched as Chen Yuan approached.

My Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a cold sweat inexplicably broke out on my back.

"What...what do you want to do!"

Smith's voice rose an octave.

"Security! Take him down!"

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at those high-and-mighty nobles. He simply raised his long leg and kicked the century-old mahogany round table that symbolized the absolute power of Western old money, shattering it.