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

Her soft, sweet voice echoed in the quiet master bedroom.

It has a hint of the sweetness of freshly drunk hot milk.

Shen Wanzhou held the white porcelain cup in both hands, her peach blossom eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

Chen Yuan knelt on one knee on the soft Persian carpet.

He did not answer immediately.

His rough thumb pad gently wiped her delicate lips.

Take away that tiny drop of milk stain.

The heat from her fingertips instantly flushed Shen Wanzhou's fair cheeks.

A blush spread down her slender neck and all the way to the depths of her collarbone, where her robe was slightly open.

She shrank deeper into the armchair.

The toes curled up restlessly at the edge of the carpet.

"On business trip?"

A low, deep laugh escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

The vibrations in my chest were clearly transmitted into the air through the thin black cotton T-shirt.

"We're on our honeymoon."

"Who spends their honeymoon in only one place?"

He stood up.

His tall and imposing figure blocked the harsh sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He completely enveloped Shen Wanzhou in his shadow.

"But the TV said..."

Shen Wanzhou stretched out her fair finger and pointed to the LCD screen on the wall that was still playing financial news.

"Those foreign companies went bankrupt because of a mysterious overseas fund..."

"They say it was a premeditated commercial attack."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

His dark eyes swept calmly over the screen filled with green candlestick charts that had plummeted to their daily limit.

There were also those wretched images of foreign tycoon heads kneeling in the streets, soaked to the bone by the rain.

His eyes remained completely still.

It was as calm as watching a boring animal documentary.

"News media like to exaggerate a stagnant pool into a tsunami in order to boost ratings."

Chen Yuan turned around and put another folded cashmere cardigan into his suitcase.

"Those old-money families overseas have been expanding too rapidly in recent years, and their financial chains have long since become rotten."

"The leverage was increased dozens of times, but it was all empty shell."

He spoke at a measured pace.

Each word was pronounced clearly and firmly, carrying a calmness that left no room for doubt.

"A little breeze blows, and the bubble bursts on its own."

"What does this have to do with Xingchen Venture Capital?"

Shen Wanzhou looked at his profile, which was flawless.

The tension in my shoulders slowly eased.

The white knuckles that had been gripping the rim of the cup gradually regained their color.

She believed him.

She would believe anything that came out of this man's mouth, even if he said the sun rises in the west.

After all, in her understanding...

Her personal butler's greatest pleasure every day is figuring out how to pan-fry a piece of Wagyu beef to perfection in the kitchen.

Where would they find the time to plan some kind of century-defining business war that would disrupt global capital markets?

"So it turns out it was their own mismanagement."

Shen Wanzhou let out a long breath.

Place the empty milk glass on the marble coffee table.

The glass base made a crisp "ding" sound when it was touched.

"I thought there was some big trouble outside again."

She patted her chest, her peach blossom eyes curving into two beautiful crescent moons.

"Now that the storm has passed, let's go out and have some fun in peace."

Chen Yuan had his back to her.

The fingers tightened slightly as they zipped up the suitcase.

The metal lock made a crisp clicking sound.

A tiny, almost invisible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Those financial tycoons who lined up to jump off the rooftop of Wall Street.

Those century-old families whose offshore trusts were forcibly frozen.

At that moment, he dismissed it all with a casual remark, "the bubble bursts."

His hands are stained with the blood of capitalism.

Those ruthless methods used to manipulate events on the dark web.

He locked them all firmly outside that mahogany door.

All that's left for this socially awkward little cat is the cleanest sunlight and the purest favoritism.

"Click".

The doorknob of the master bedroom was gently pressed down from the outside.

The door was pushed open, creating a gap about two fingers wide.

Wang Kai's chubby face, glistening with sweat, peeked out from the crack in the door.

He was clutching a thick stack of top-secret documents tightly in his hand.

The edges of the paper were wrinkled from the cold sweat in his palms.

Chen Yuan noticed the commotion at the door.

His deep eyes instantly turned cold, like a sharp blade tempered with ice, sweeping straight over.

Wang Kai's entire body of fat shuddered suddenly.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed back the words "Brother Yuan" that were about to come out of his mouth.

Chen Yuan picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

He walked up to Shen Wanzhou.

"I'm going outside to give Wang Kai a few instructions about the company's daily operations."

He bent down and gently rubbed her soft hair twice with his large hands.

"Put on that windproof jacket; the helicopter will be here soon."

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently.

"Go ahead, I'll be right there."

Chen Yuan turned around.

The leather shoes trod silently on the thick Persian carpet.

I walked out of the master bedroom.

He slammed the heavy mahogany door shut tightly.

The motion-activated wall lights in the corridor emitted a cool white light.

The second the door closed.

The gentle, homely aura that Chen Yuan possessed vanished instantly.

A palpable aura of killing intent emanated from his imposing frame.

Wang Kai leaned against the cold wall, his legs trembling.

He handed over the stack of documents in his hand.

The paper made a soft rustling sound in the air.

"Brother Yuan."

The fat man kept his voice extremely low, as if afraid it would leak into the bedroom next door.

"The final bankruptcy liquidation agreements of those twelve European tycoons are all here."

"Their core ports, mining areas, and control of the underlying power grid have all been transferred to Star Venture Capital's secret overseas accounts."

"That old man Morgan fainted from kneeling on the steps of our overseas branch and was just taken away by an ambulance."

Chen Yuan did not accept the document that was enough to shake up the global economic landscape.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket.

His gaze swept coldly over the red official seals at the top of the document.

"Throw it into the shredder."

His voice was cold and hard, devoid of any emotion.

Wang Kai was stunned.

"Yuan...Brother Yuan? This is a certificate of absolute control worth two trillion US dollars!"

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the paper.

"The data is locked in the dark web hub; these papers are just a pile of waste."

Chen Yuan turned around and walked towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.

"Leaving this ink smell will irritate Wan-zhou's nose."

"Clean it up. Tell Chu Feng to cover up any traces of the cleanup. I don't want any mention of this short selling in tomorrow's news."

Wang Kai watched the figure walking towards the restroom.

He swallowed hard.

A two trillion dollar hegemonic certificate.

In Yuan Ge's eyes, it was not as important as being afraid that his sister-in-law would smell the ink.

This is a kind of dimensional reduction attack that tramples the whole world underfoot just to ensure the peace of one person.

This made Wang Kai realize that he would never be able to touch even a toe of this deity in his lifetime.

In the restroom.

The faucet was turned on.

The icy water gurgled and splashed against Chen Yuan's large, well-defined hands.

He squeezed out a large amount of unscented hand sanitizer.

Rub the mixture in your palms to create a rich white foam.

Between the fingers, on the back of the hand, and even on the edge of the wrist.

He washed them carefully three times.

It was as if the document carried some indelible blood and filth.

He absolutely refused to let himself, tainted by the smoke and fire of the business wars outside, touch that innocent girl.

Dry your hands.

Chen Yuan walked out of the restroom.

The door to the master bedroom just opened.

Shen Wanzhou had changed into a beige turtleneck knitted dress.

He wore a thin khaki trench coat over his clothes.

She wore a round-brimmed straw hat, which covered most of her delicate little face.

She stood obediently at the door, pulling the black suitcase in her hand.

Chen Yuan strode over.

He naturally took the suitcase handle from her.

With his other hand, he intertwined his fingers and took her slightly cool little hand in his.

The warmth of his palm instantly soothed the temperature of her fingertips.

"Let's go."

He led her down the spiral staircase.

Walk through the spacious and bright first-floor lobby.

Eagle, accompanied by two rows of bodyguards in black suits, was already lined up outside the door, waiting.

On the lawn in the front yard of the manor.

A heavy civilian helicopter painted with the dark gold logo of Star Venture Capital.

It was parked on the neatly trimmed green lawn.

The huge propeller was spinning slowly.

The rumble of engines echoed across the empty mountainside.

It stirred up a strong gust of air.

The wind blew the grass on the lawn down to one side in unison.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, stood beside the helicopter door.

He was holding two windproof coats in his hands.

As the two approached, Uncle Fu bent down slightly and handed one of the black trench coats to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took the trench coat.

Shake it open.

With practiced ease, it was draped over Shen Wanzhou's thin shoulders.

The oversized trench coat completely covered her.

The wind was strong on the lawn, carrying the chill of blades scraping against your cheeks.

Shen Wanzhou subconsciously shrank into Chen Yuan's arms.

He gripped the edge of the trench coat tightly with both hands.

Chen Yuan's tall figure blocked her way.

Like an indestructible city wall, it blocked all the raging cold winds.

He put his arm around her waist and helped her step onto the metal footboard of the helicopter.

The cabin was kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius, with a faint scent of cedar.

Chen Yuan took the trench coat from Uncle Fu, took Shen Wanzhou's hand, and walked towards the private helicopter parked on the lawn of the manor: "The storm has passed, wife, let's go to our next stop for French food."