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

The black haute couture trench coat, carrying the unique warmth of a man, pressed heavily on Shen Wanzhou's thin shoulders.

Chen Yuan's large, well-defined hands enveloped her slightly cool fingertips.

He led her steadily up the steps of the private helicopter.

With a deafening roar as the propellers cut through the air, the enormous steel raptor rose into the air.

The aircraft pierced through the clouds over Jianghai City and flew smoothly towards the romantic city of Paris.

The cabin temperature is a constant 24 degrees Celsius.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in the large leather airline seat, turned her head, and looked at the rolling white clouds outside the window.

Chen Yuan sat beside her.

He didn't look at the multinational merger and acquisition documents in his hand.

His deep black eyes remained fixed on the girl's fair face, which was partially hidden by the collar of her trench coat.

His gaze was focused, revealing a subtle hint of indulgence.

A transoceanic flight of more than ten hours.

The helicopter landed smoothly on the helipad of a luxury manor hotel on the outskirts of Paris.

Night has fallen.

Eagle had already led his advance security team to clear out all other people and objects from the surrounding area.

This is a Michelin three-star French restaurant with a history of three hundred years.

It is located inside an ancient medieval castle.

Beneath the towering Gothic dome hangs a giant 19th-century crystal chandelier.

The cool white light refracted onto the smooth marble floor tiles.

The hall was empty.

There was no noise from other diners.

For this honeymoon dinner, the Eagles paid a hefty penalty fee equal to half a month's revenue from buying the castle.

They forcibly booked the entire venue.

In a corner, a chamber orchestra specially invited from Vienna was playing a slow and melodious cello piece.

The sound of the piano echoed through the empty castle, exuding the extravagance and arrogance unique to old Western wealthy families.

Chen Yuan led Shen Wanzhou to sit down at a long table covered with a snow-white flannel tablecloth.

Several French waiters dressed in tuxedos and wearing white gloves.

With her chest puffed out, she pushed the pure silver food cart and walked over with light steps.

The head waiter placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

His movements carried a hint of inherent arrogance.

"Sir, Madam, this is the chef's signature appetizer, specially prepared for you both."

The waiter introduced the service in English with a heavy French accent.

Long, slender fingers pinched the top of the pure silver insulated lid.

Slowly unveil it.

Two exquisitely presented French-style semi-cooked raw beef tartare, paired with the signature French-style baked snails, were presented to the two of them.

A complex smell instantly filled the air.

The raw beef carried a hint of raw bloodiness, mixed with the stickiness of raw egg yolk.

The baked snails next to it emitted a strong, pungent aroma of garlic and a heavy, buttery smell.

These two flavors intertwine.

It forcefully burrowed into Shen Wanzhou's nasal cavity.

She sat upright in a high-backed carved wooden chair.

The moment he smelled the scent, his usually cool brows furrowed involuntarily.

The healthy rosy glow on her fair cheeks faded at a visible rate.

It turned into a bloodless white sheet of paper.

For the past six months or so.

Her stomach had long been spoiled by Chen Yuan's superb culinary skills.

Every day, they eat either clear broth that has been simmered for eight hours or top-quality seafood that has been processed to remove any fishy smell.

Even the most ordinary bowl of vegetable noodles.

Chen Yuan would also pick out all the impurities from it, making sure that not a single trace of raw, cold, fishy, ​​or greasy oil touched her lips and teeth.

Now, in front of you is a plate of raw meat with traces of blood.

For her delicate stomach, it was nothing short of a cruel torture.

Shen Wanzhou's fingers curled slightly.

A slight spasm came from my stomach, and acid churned uncontrollably upwards in my esophagus.

My throat feels tight.

She instinctively wanted to push away the porcelain plate in front of her.

But as his gaze swept across the spacious and luxurious hall, he glanced at the waiters standing to the side, waiting for their evaluation.

This was the first stop on their honeymoon.

She knew how much effort the eagles had put in to book this place.

She didn't want to spoil Chen Yuan's mood at this time.

She bit her lower lip, forcibly suppressing the nausea.

She extended her left hand, adorned with a pink diamond wedding ring, and picked up the heavy sterling silver fork.

The fork tip paused for two seconds on the red and white striped raw marinated beef.

Finally, pick up a small piece of meat that was covered in raw egg yolk.

Holding her breath, she placed it into her slightly parted red lips.

Teeth closed.

The icy, raw taste, mixed with an unmistakable raw meat odor, exploded on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Wanzhou's breath hitched for a moment.

The spasms in my stomach were twice as intense.

She gripped the edge of the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles turning a horrifying bluish-white.

Even his thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably beneath his suit jacket.

She dared not chew.

He could only close his eyes and forcefully swallow the piece of raw meat deep into his throat.

A fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped onto his forehead.

A few stray hairs, soaked with sweat, clung to his pale cheeks.

She thought her cover-up was flawless.

But in Chen Yuan's dark eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

Even the slightest frown from her was more deafening than the cello music filling the hall.

Chen Yuan didn't even touch the knife and fork in his hand.

His deep gaze was fixed on Shen Wanzhou's pale lips and the cold sweat on her forehead.

The strong aroma of butter and garlic in the surrounding area now made him feel nauseous.

He raised the cat for half a year and finally managed to get it to grow a bit soft.

Having arrived in this wretched place, I'm being forced to swallow this bloody raw meat?

This group of blue-eyed foreigners served this unprocessed, semi-finished product to the table.

That's courting death.

The temperature in Chen Yuan's eyes instantly dropped below absolute zero.

That suppressed, malevolent aura, the Asura that once stirred up bloodshed on the dark web.

It emanated from his tall and upright figure without reservation.

The French waiter standing next to him felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

The hand holding the tray trembled, and the wine glasses clinked together with a crisp sound.

"Chen Yuan, I'm alright..."

Shen Wanzhou noticed the change in the surrounding air pressure.

She forced a pale smile and tried to reach out to tug at Chen Yuan's sleeve.

"This meat... is quite tender."

She said it against her will, but her stomach was churning again, and even her voice was trembling.

Chen Yuan did not listen to her clumsy lie.

He looked away.

The left hand, with its distinct knuckles, reached out.

Without any warning, it was pressed directly onto the edge of the white porcelain plate containing half-cooked raw marinated beef in front of Shen Wanzhou.

A sudden burst of force from the wrist.

The actions were swift, brutal, and ruthless.

"Sizzle—!"

The bottom of a fine bone china plate was scraped hard against an expensive solid wood table.

It emitted a sharp, piercing scraping sound.

The sound tore through the cello's low notes, sounding particularly breathtaking under the empty dome.

He pushed the plate directly to the edge of the long table.

Half of the plate was suspended in mid-air, teetering on the verge of falling.

Raw egg liquid and blood splattered out, staining the snow-white flannel tablecloth.

The cellist was so startled that his hand trembled, and the bow produced a broken note, bringing the music to an abrupt halt.

Several waiters stared wide-eyed at the Asian man in disbelief.

This is a top-tier signature dish worth tens of thousands of euros!

A delicacy that even royalty and nobility would queue up for!

He actually pushed it away so roughly, like throwing away trash?

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at the bewildered foreigners.

He pulled a pure white silk handkerchief from his trouser pocket.

Stand up.

His tall figure bent slightly, exuding a chilling aura.

It completely eliminated the nauseating smell of butter in the air.

Rough fingertips through a smooth silk handkerchief.

The movements were gentle to the core.

Little by little, he carefully wiped away the bit of raw egg yolk sauce that had gotten on Shen Wanzhou's lips.

His eyes held an unyielding heartache.

"If you don't like this junk food, then don't eat it. Come on, I'll go to the kitchen and cook something special for you."