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

Wang Kai stood still.

His massive body, weighing over 200 pounds, was pinned to the floor tiles as if by an invisible bolt of lightning.

He stared intently at the stack of papers that exuded the weight of supreme power.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty, producing a dry swallowing sound.

The cold sweat on his forehead gathered into large beads of water, which splattered down his greasy cheeks onto his suit and tie.

National-level mineral rights.

These words weighed heavily on Wang Kai's eardrums.

This is no longer a typical business acquisition.

These are several sovereign nations that, in order to please the man standing in front of the kitchen counter, directly handed over the keys to their national treasuries.

Just for a meal.

"Give me."

Wang Kai's voice was hoarse and cracked, like a rusty old gear being forced to turn.

He stretched out his short, stubby hands and almost snatched the stack of invitations into his arms.

The weight was so heavy that the muscles in his arms trembled.

He didn't dare linger downstairs for even a second, and stumbled towards the private elevator on the top floor.

The elevator ascended at top speed.

The feeling of weightlessness made Wang Kai's stomach churn.

But he held the document tightly in his arms, afraid of wrinkling even a single gold-embossed character.

"bite."

The elevator doors slid open silently outside the presidential suite on the top floor of the Paris Central Hotel.

The corridor was covered with thick velvet carpets.

Wang Kai stepped on it, but his steps felt unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton.

He walked up to the large brass door, which was carved with intricate patterns.

Raise your hand.

The finger remained suspended in mid-air for a full three seconds.

He swallowed the sour taste rising in his throat, bent his knuckles, and gently knocked twice on the door.

"Tap. Tap."

The voice was kept extremely low.

They were afraid that if they made any noise, they would disturb some deity behind the door.

"Enter."

A cold, deep voice, devoid of any inflection, came through the crack in the door.

Wang Kai pressed the doorknob.

The heavy solid wood door was pushed inward.

A cool breeze, mixed with a faint aroma of broth, wafted over.

This scent, full of the warmth and flavor of the East, forcefully overwhelmed the original sophisticated perfume in the Paris suite.

The suite was spacious and bright.

The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offer a clear view of the scenery along the Seine and the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

But the heart of the suite is a state-of-the-art open-plan kitchen.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the marble kitchen counter.

She was wearing a crisp, pure white handmade shirt.

The platinum cufflinks have been removed.

His sleeves were neatly rolled up above his forearms, revealing strong, smooth, and explosive muscle lines.

She wore a faded black apron around her waist.

In this luxurious space that overlooks the entire city of Paris.

His attire was out of place.

Yet it also possesses an absolute domineering power that tramples all worldly rules underfoot.

Wang Kai carried the stack of invitations, his legs feeling like lead as he moved over.

He stopped abruptly two meters away from the kitchen counter.

They dared not approach any closer.

On the counter, there was a top-quality black pork rib that had been airlifted from the Iberian Peninsula.

Chen Yuan's left hand rested on the ribs.

He held a small, incredibly sharp silver knife, no bigger than the palm of his hand, in his right hand.

The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the overhead lamp.

This is a specially made military knife he used to cut fiber optic communication cables on the dark web.

At this moment, however, he used it to move between the bones and flesh of the ribs.

"Yuan, Brother Yuan..."

Wang Kai's voice trembled violently as he held the stack of documents in both hands and handed them forward.

"The urgent mail received by the front desk downstairs."

"The presidents of France, Italy, and several Nordic countries personally sent special envoys to deliver it."

Chen Yuan did not look up.

The tip of the knife in his hand precisely pierced a very thin layer of white fascia on the surface of the rib.

The blade is slightly upturned, and the wrist moves horizontally.

"Sizzle."

With a very soft sound, the transparent fascia was peeled off perfectly.

If this fascia layer is not completely removed, it will shrink when heated in the pot.

The meat will become firm and dry.

Shen Wanzhou's stomach had just recovered a little, and she would frown when she ate dry, tough meat.

If she even frowned, Chen Yuan would feel that this piece of pork rib had died for nothing.

Get to the point.

Chen Yuan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered three cold words.

The knife tip continued to search for the direction of the fibers on the next piece of rib.

He was so focused, it was as if he were handling a nuclear bomb about to explode.

Wang Kai's forehead was covered in sweat, which blurred his vision, and he could only blink twice.

"They...they want to invite you to a state banquet so you can personally guide the chefs of state banquets from various countries."

The fat man swallowed hard, his voice growing lower and lower.

"They said in France that as long as you go, you can choose any independent estate along the Seine."

"That guy from Northern Europe even went so far as to offer the century-long mining rights to a national-level titanium alloy mine in exchange for your attendance at one of his dinners..."

Each of these chips is enough to trigger a level 10 tsunami in the international capital market.

Any one of them could cause those old-money families on Wall Street to fight tooth and nail over.

Wang Kai's hands were trembling as he held the documents.

This is a national-level mineral right! It's the foundation for establishing an independent commercial empire!

however.

Chen Yuan's hands moved without the slightest pause.

The silver knife made a light cut at the joint of the rib.

The flesh and bone were perfectly separated.

"Noisy."

Chen Yuan coldly interrupted Wang Kai's still trembling report.

The back of the knife struck the cutting board, producing a dull thud.

The shock made Wang Kai's entire body of fat tremble.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

His deep, dark eyes swept calmly over the stack of invitations embossed with the gold emblems of various countries in Wang Kai's arms.

That look in his eyes held neither elation nor pride.

There is only one extreme indifference to a pile of space-consuming industrial waste paper.

"Mineral rights? Estate?"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Do they think they can buy my time with a few broken stones and a few dilapidated houses?"

He turned around, his gaze returning to the cleaned rib on the cutting board.

He grabbed a disinfectant wipe with his left hand and slowly wiped away the grease that had gotten on the silver knife.

Every movement exudes a breathtaking composure.

"Wanzhou caught a chill on the yacht yesterday and coughed twice while sleeping last night."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep, and the moment he mentioned that name, the icy aura around him melted a little.

She said this morning that she had no taste in her mouth.

"I don't have a good appetite, so I can only eat something sweet and sour to whet my appetite."

Wang Kai stood frozen in place, listening to these mundane stories filled with the warmth of everyday life.

My mind went completely blank.

On one hand, there's an exorbitantly priced bargaining chip that could buy half of Europe; on the other hand, there are the humble pleas of heads of state from various countries.

My wife coughed twice, wanting something sweet and sour.

In the eyes of this venture capitalist and the ruler of the dark web.

There is not even a hint that the balance between the two is tilted by a millimeter.

They sided entirely with the latter.

Chen Yuan placed the cleaned silver knife back on the knife rack.

His large, well-defined hand reached for the white porcelain bowl beside him.

It contains pre-mixed rock sugar and aged vinegar.

The pungent, sweet and sour aroma fermented in the air.

He didn't listen to what Wang Kai had to say next.

They couldn't even be bothered to remember the names of the presidents.

His entire focus was on how to fry the ribs until they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and how to make sure the sweet and sour sauce perfectly coated every inch of the meat.

A second too long feels old, a second too short feels fishy.

This is a precision engineering project that allows no room for error.

"Put those pieces of waste paper down."

Chen Yuan's voice returned to its cold, hard tone, devoid of warmth.

He raised his chin and gestured to a black machine in the far corner of the kitchen counter.

It was a brand new commercial paper shredder.

It is usually used to destroy Star Venture Capital's most confidential business documents.

At this moment, it is quietly powered on, emitting a faint standby indicator light.

Wang Kai suddenly pulled his hand away from the documents.

He stared wide-eyed at the paper shredder.

"Brother Yuan... this is an invitation of national rank..."

"Even if we don't go, we can just make up an excuse to decline. If we really want to..."

I don't want to say it a second time.

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over, carrying an undeniable and ruthless sense of oppression.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop below freezing point instantly.

The air became thin.

Wang Kai felt a chill run down his spine, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

He didn't dare utter a single unnecessary word.

He stumbled and crawled to the paper shredder.

With trembling hands, he handed over the top document, which bore the personal seal of the French president and was embossed in gold.

It was stuffed into the shredder's inlet.

"Buzz—"

The machine senses the paper, and the gears instantly start spinning at high speed.

High-grade parchment and gold leaf, under a sharp alloy blade.

It was mercilessly crushed.

It turned into thin strips of waste paper, which fell into the waste bin below.

Then came the second, the third...

Mineral rights transfer documents in Northern Europe.

Special permits for oil extraction in the Middle East.

As Wang Kai stuffed the food into his mouth, his heart was bleeding.

What's being shredded isn't paper at all.

What has been shredded are mountains of gold and silver, the wealth and power of the entire world!

Chen Yuan stood in front of the chopping board.

Listen to the continuous shattering sound.

His facial expression remained completely unchanged.

He picked up the ginger from the side, flipped his wrist, and sliced ​​off thin slices of ginger as thin as cicada wings with the blade.

Those powerful figures who wield influence outside.

They thought that by using their prized assets, they could make him bow his head and cook.

It's utterly ridiculous.

His culinary skills, throughout his life, have only served the tastes of one woman.

All the papers were swallowed up.

The shredder emitted its final whirring sound as it idled, then fell silent.

The waste bin was filled with colorful gold foil scraps.

It looks like a pile of colorful garbage.

Chen Yuan turned around.

He casually tossed the presidential invitations into the shredder at his feet, and with a "crack" of shredding, he said coldly, "Tell those presidents I'm busy. Wan Zhou wants sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, and the cooking time can't be off by even a second."