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

Snapped!

The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the coffee shop's private room.

The jarring shook the crystal chandelier overhead.

Wang Guilan covered her rapidly swollen and purple right cheek, then slid down the leather sofa and collapsed onto the floor.

The finger marks on my cheeks were bright red, and a burning pain shot straight to my head.

She didn't even dare to cry out loud; she could only bite her lip tightly, letting out a trapped animal-like whimper.

The cold coffee that Boss Sun spilled dripped down Lin Jianguo's sparse hair.

Tick, tick.

It splashed onto the carpet, leaving a brown stain.

Lin Jianguo's hand was still trembling in mid-air, his palms red.

The three missing zeros on the financial statements were like a sledgehammer, shattering the Lin family's last shred of dignity.

The so-called social elites, without the man they treat like a dog, can't even put together a PowerPoint presentation.

"Old Lin...we..."

Wang Guilan covered her face and mumbled a few words.

"Shut up!"

Lin Jianguo's eyes bulged out and were covered with bloodshot veins.

"Let's all just wait to die!"

The desperate screams echoed in the empty private room, becoming the final death knell tolled for the Lin Group.

In the afternoon at Genting Highlands, sunlight pierced through the thin clouds.

A warm breeze carrying the scent of peach blossoms swept across the neatly manicured lawn in the back garden.

Chen Yuan was wearing a loose white linen shirt.

The neckline was casually left open, revealing the strong lines of her collarbone.

He was carrying a vintage brass watering can.

Cool water cascaded down the long spout of the kettle, pouring onto a pot of lush green mint.

Tiny water droplets clung to the edges of the leaves, refracting a crystalline light.

Shen Wanzhou insisted on planting this pot of mint with him last night.

The richest woman who was trembling with fear at the banquet.

Back at the manor, she stubbornly used the same small hands that had signed the multi-billion dollar contract to dig into the damp soil.

She said the refreshing taste of mint could mask the chaotic panic in her heart.

Chen Yuan put down the kettle and gently pinched a leaf covered with water droplets with his fingertips.

A light, refreshing fragrance lingers on my fingertips; it smells wonderful.

Buzzing—buzzing—

The encrypted phone, which was placed on the wicker round table, suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The black metal chassis rubbed against the table, producing a dull rumble.

It startled a sparrow that was resting on the railing and took flight.

Chen Yuan pulled out a wet wipe and slowly dried the water stains on his fingers.

Swipe open the screen and press the answer button.

"What is it?"

His voice was deep and steady, conveying a nonchalant attitude that suggested he was indifferent to everything.

There was no immediate response from the other end of the phone.

There was only a series of heavy, rapid breaths, like someone who had just been pulled from the water after drowning.

Immediately following was a series of noises as things were knocked over.

There was also the crisp sound of a glass shattering on the floor.

"Yuan, Brother Yuan..."

Chu Feng's voice trembled so badly that he could barely speak, and he could only utter words between his tongue.

It's like a Parkinson's attack; you can't even piece together a complete sentence.

"Speak properly, and speak clearly."

Chen Yuan leaned back in the rattan chair, picked up the cold brew tea on the table, and took a sip.

The icy tea slid down my throat.

"Boss, do you remember six months ago when we tested the fund tracking vulnerability on a North American dark web trading platform?"

Chu Feng swallowed hard, his teeth chattering against the microphone.

Chen Yuan thought back for a moment.

"Remember."

"At the time, I just randomly added a few web crawler codes to run test data."

"I bought a batch of the lowest-quality, worthless cryptocurrencies, codenamed 'Stardust'."

After making the purchase, he casually wrote a patch to fix the vulnerability.

Those obscure cryptocurrencies, which weren't even enough to buy cabbages, were left to gather dust in cold wallets overseas, never to be looked at again.

"That thing... exploded!"

Chu Feng's voice suddenly rose on the other end of the phone, causing a slight crackling sound from the receiver.

"That tech fanatic on Wall Street who builds rockets suddenly tweeted half an hour ago."

"He printed the Stardust Coin dog head icon on his own rocket launch pad!"

"They also announced that all of their overseas businesses will fully support Stardust Coin settlement!"

Chen Yuan's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

A tiny ripple appeared on the water's surface.

"The entire overseas cryptocurrency market has gone mad!"

Chu Feng's voice carried a fervent passion for witnessing history; you could almost smell his surging adrenaline through the screen.

"All sorts of financial giants are frantically buying up shares, with buy orders piling up like mountains!"

"The server crashed three times, and was paralyzed again by the flood of funds as soon as it was restarted."

"Brother Yuan, just half an hour, just half an hour!"

"Prices surged dramatically, the candlestick chart so steep it looked like it was taking off from nowhere!"

Chu Feng pinched his thigh hard to keep himself from fainting in front of the computer.

"It's increased ten thousandfold! And it's still jumping higher!"

A massive amount of information came crashing down along the radio waves.

If it were any other financial tycoon in Jianghai City, they would probably have suffered cardiac arrest and been rushed to the emergency room by now.

But not a single wrinkle appeared on Chen Yuan's face.

He put down the glass of cold brew tea.

The bottom of the glass made a soft tapping sound on the marble tabletop.

Swipe your finger across the screen to bring up the call interface.

He skillfully entered the 36-digit cold wallet key.

Fingerprint verification successful.

A black-background trading interface popped up.

In the center of the screen, a long string of numbers representing the account's total assets abruptly entered his field of vision.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand...

There are so many zeros separated by commas that they can trigger trypophobia.

The top figure is still fluctuating wildly upwards in the tens of millions, driven by the real-time exchange rate.

This has transcended the concept of money.

This is a terrifyingly massive amount of wealth, enough to buy the entire GDP of several small countries.

Even if an ordinary person started working thousands of years ago and didn't eat or drink, they still wouldn't save a fraction of that number.

Chen Yuan stared at the screen, the cold white fluorescent light shining into his eyes.

His fingertips tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the wicker chair.

Tap, tap, tap.

There was no ecstasy, no irrational screaming.

"Boss...did you see that?"

Chu Feng asked cautiously on the other end of the phone, barely daring to breathe.

Only heavy breathing could be heard through the microphone.

He was afraid that the person on the other end of the phone wouldn't be able to handle the shock and would faint.

"Yes, I saw it."

Chen Yuan's voice remained as steady as a stagnant pool.

It was as if he wasn't looking at a mountain of gold that could smash through the earth.

Instead, he went to the farmers' market and scanned a QR code to pay for a potato.

"I threw them all away."

Three words, floating lightly in the air.

There was a full ten seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Chu Feng's heart-wrenching howl erupted.

"Dump everything?! Boss, are you crazy?"

"If this volume of stock were to crash, the entire market would be smashed through instantly!"

"You think a business worth hundreds of billions is something to be tossed around like a game?"

"And which domestic bank's funding pool can hold that much money?"

"The moment you land, you'll be under constant surveillance by the anti-money laundering system; they'll find out everything about you!"

Chen Yuan stood up and walked to the flower bed.

I bent down and pulled out a weed next to the mint plant.

"Divide it into 10,000 sub-accounts and write code for automatic selling."

"Follow the buying rhythm, place orders to sell in batches, and don't kill the market directly."

He used his fingers to crush the weeds in his hand and threw them into the trash can next to him.

"Don't bring the funds back to China; send them all through dark web channels into offshore bearer trusts in Switzerland."

Chu Feng was typing rapidly on the keyboard, recording the instructions.

The mechanical shafts rattled incessantly, carrying a desperate, mad gamble.

"After the funds have been laundered and the money is cleared, I'll take care of something."

Chen Yuan raised his head, his gaze passing over the high walls of the manor and looking towards the distant coastline.

The image of Shen Wanzhou, trembling at the banquet, wearing a black lace veil, flashed through my mind.

And there was the way she clung tightly to her arm, like a drowning person refusing to let go.

This socially anxious cat finds it difficult to even breathe when it's in crowded places.

The slightest sound or disturbance would scare her so much that she would cower under the covers.

"Go to the high seas of the Pacific Ocean and buy a private island with the best privacy."

Chen Yuan spoke as if it were a matter of course, as if he were instructing someone to buy two pounds of pork ribs from the street corner.

Chu Feng's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly split open, and he typed a long string of random characters.

The delete key was pressed so loudly it made a deafening noise.

"Buy...buy an island?"

"Yes, buy the island."

Chen Yuan dusted off the dust that had accumulated on the hem of his shirt.

"I want a larger area, with a natural white sand beach and an independent freshwater system."

"All the existing buildings on the island were demolished, and a top-notch security team was hired to rebuild the fortifications."

"Build another temperature-controlled runway that can accommodate large private aircraft."

"All the kitchen utensils were custom-made in Germany and air-freighted over for installation."

Chu Feng felt a chill run down his spine and his mind went blank.

This isn't buying an island; it's clearly building an independent maritime military fortress and resort palace.

The maintenance costs alone are burning through money every day.

"Boss, why are you making such a big fuss? Are you preparing to establish a nation?"

Chu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead; his fingers were slipping on the keyboard.

Chen Yuan turned around, his gaze falling on the closed window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and you could vaguely see a figure in a peach-colored nightgown swaying about.

That head would occasionally peek out the window, stealthily peering down.

Upon meeting Chen Yuan's gaze, she recoiled as if electrocuted.

The coldness in Chen Yuan's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a pool of warm spring water.

A low chuckle escaped his throat.

"Wanzhou is shy and doesn't like crowded places."

"Buy an island and leave it there."

"When it gets cold, I'll take her there for a vacation, so she won't run into any unwanted people."

Just so his wife could avoid social interactions.

To make her feel at ease eating the meal I cooked.

Would you simply throw money into the Pacific Ocean to create a secluded island isolated from the world?

This possessiveness has reached an insane level; even multinational conglomerates have to kneel down and call them their ancestors.

Chu Feng on the other end of the phone fell completely silent.

All that remained were heavy breathing sounds, as if they were trying to digest this overwhelming display of affection.

This move is even more shocking than the financial crisis.

A few seconds later.

Chu Feng swallowed hard on the other end of the phone, his voice cracking: "Boss, you bought a national-level treasury with your cabbage allowance!"