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

Wang Kai looked at the global restaurant monopoly map in the background, which had turned completely green.

The fat on his chubby face was squeezed together.

He forced a smile, which looked more like a grimace than a cry.

"All the world's restaurant giants are working for us, while our true restaurant tycoon is currently wearing an apron and washing dishes..."

This distorted muttering was firmly blocked out by the heavy frosted glass door.

The open kitchen inside the presidential suite in central Paris.

Warm water was flowing freely from the tap.

A transparent jet of water struck the shallow white porcelain plate, splashing up tiny droplets that landed on the edge of the black metal sink.

Chen Yuan was wearing a plain black shirt without any extra decorations.

The cuffs were neatly rolled up above the elbows, revealing the strong and taut lines of the forearms.

He was holding a soft dishcloth in his hand.

Those well-defined, slender fingers that could make Wall Street financial tycoons beg for mercy.

He was patiently wiping the last drop of sweet and sour sauce from the edge of the plate.

There was no perfunctory work; the movements were methodical and orderly.

It's as if this is the most sophisticated digital battle in the world.

Turn off the water valve.

Click.

The sound of water stopped abruptly.

Chen Yuan carefully placed the last washed porcelain plate into the drying cabinet.

He turned around and casually grabbed a dry cotton towel.

Wipe away the moisture between your fingers little by little.

Then, his slender fingers went around to his lower back.

He untied the ribbons of the old, faded cotton apron.

The apron slipped off his upright back and was casually draped over the back of a tall chair beside him.

The hallway outside the kitchen is covered with a three-inch-thick handmade cashmere carpet.

It absorbed all the footsteps.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a light red silk slip dress with a thin cover-up of the same color over it.

She wasn't wearing slippers.

Two soft, white toes stepped silently through the soft down.

The bowl of white porridge made from Wuchang rice from Northeast China was still radiating a comforting warmth in my stomach.

The rich, sweet aroma of the sweet and sour pork ribs seems to still linger on your lips and teeth.

The grievances I suffered in those Michelin-starred restaurants in Europe over the past two weeks.

This home-cooked meal, brimming with the warmth and comfort of everyday life, washed away all my worries.

She squinted her peach blossom eyes contentedly.

The soft flesh on her cheeks, having eaten and drunk her fill, had a rosy hue.

The aloofness that once kept strangers at bay had long since melted into a pool of sweet water.

Chen Yuangang put the towel down.

A slight ripple of airflow came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of soft, slender arms reached out from his side.

Without warning, it wrapped tightly around his lean waist.

The girl's petite body pressed against him.

The skin pressed heavily against his broad shoulder blades, separated by a thin layer of black shirt fabric.

Chen Yuan's spine instinctively tensed for a second the moment it was touched.

But when you smell that sweet peach scent of the shower gel...

The hard, rigid muscle lines immediately softened like spring snow.

He didn't turn around.

He simply turned around and grasped the two small hands that were folded over his abdomen.

The pad of his thumb gently caressed the smooth skin on the back of her hand.

"Are you full?"

The man's deep, slightly hoarse voice echoed under the warm yellow light of the kitchen ceiling.

The vibrations in his chest traveled down his back and into Shen Wanzhou's ears without missing a single sound.

"Um."

Shen Wanzhou rubbed her face against his back again.

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying an undisguised air of naivety and dependence.

"The congee was delicious. The pork ribs were tasty too."

She took a deep, greedy breath.

The man's shirt carried his signature clean, soapy scent.

It's mixed with the slight aroma of scallions and caramel that it picked up from the fire earlier.

This unique, earthy aroma is better than any signature blend from any top perfume shop on the streets of Paris.

Just smelling this scent.

The world outside, built with money and scheming, no longer poses any threat to her.

This is the most impregnable fortress in the world.

"Wang Kai was making a fuss outside just now, what happened?"

She rested her chin on his back and asked softly.

Chen Yuan held her hand, his thumb gliding across the pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

"It's nothing. He just complained that the French coffee was too bitter."

The lie was so well-crafted that it was completely airtight.

It's such a trivial matter as Star Ventures accidentally getting strangled by a global restaurant giant.

There's no need to dirty her ears.

Shen Wanzhou had no doubts.

She has never cared about the intricate multinational ledgers of Star Ventures.

"I just checked the news."

She gently scratched Chen Yuan's palm twice with her fingers.

"Many Michelin-starred restaurants in Paris have closed today, saying they can't buy enough ingredients."

Chen Yuan's jawline tightened slightly.

"Really? Maybe the weather is bad and the flight is delayed."

He turned his body, taking the girl in his arms with him and spinning half a circle.

The two faced each other.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on the corners of her eyes, which were reddened by the mist.

"Who cares what they do? As long as you want to eat it tomorrow, I can steam a grouper for you."

Shen Wanzhou looked up.

The tip of her nose almost touched the button of his shirt.

"But you spend all your time in the kitchen with me."

She bit her lower lip, leaving a pale mark on it.

"People outside are laughing at you online, saying you're a gigolo and that you don't look like a boss who can do big things."

She was watching the news just now, and those sour comments...

It pierced her protective instincts like a thorn.

Chen Yuan looked at her, her little face showing how indignant she was on his behalf.

His Adam's apple slowly rolled up and down once.

Those titles associated with ruthless killings on the dark web and wielding immense power on Wall Street.

All of that combined is less important than the slight grievance she's feeling right now, with her brows furrowed.

"Let them laugh."

Chen Yuan released her hand.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and lifted her up.

Shen Wanzhou lifted her toes off the ground and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

He placed her on the edge of the marble countertop to sit down.

Its tall body pressed forward.

He braced his hands on either side of her, trapping her firmly between himself and the kitchen counter.

"I'm very possessive of my food."

Chen Yuan leaned close to her ear, his low, husky voice carrying a deadly allure.

"They will never even have the chance to smell the food I cook in their entire lives."

"I can only hide behind the screen and type on the keyboard."

His warm breath sprayed onto her earlobe.

A wave of intense tremors washed over Shen Wanzhou, and half of her body went limp instantly.

"We'll see."

Chen Yuan's large hand touched the back of her head.

Rough fingertips ran through her smooth, long hair.

"In this world, there are so many people who want to live off their wives, but they can't even get a number in the queue."

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback by his self-righteous remarks.

He was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

The temperature on my cheeks soared.

A blush spread down her neck and all the way to the depths of the silk neckline of her pajamas.

She buried her face in the man's neck and stopped talking.

Only the wildly pounding heart in his chest remained, protesting this illegal intimacy.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

The vibrations in my chest were clearly transmitted through the thin fabric.

He straightened up.

He pulled the girl sitting on the kitchen counter into his arms, holding her tightly.

He tightened his arms around her, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.

Outside the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

The night view along the Seine is dazzling.

The iconic golden lights of the Eiffel Tower shimmered in the night sky after the rain.

It was reflected on the clean glass of the kitchen.

Those landscapes that symbolize the pinnacle of Western romance.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, it was nothing more than a backdrop to decorate this tiny kitchen.

Chen Yuan turned around and pulled the petite girl into a tight embrace. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, looking out at the dazzling night view of the Eiffel Tower, his voice low and tender: "No matter how noisy the outside world is, my life will only burn for you."