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

[Scene: Inside the bathroom of the presidential suite at a luxury Parisian manor hotel]

"Have Su Qingqing bring the world's most advanced medical equipment and get her to the front of the video call within half an hour!"

A hoarse roar traveled along the transoceanic satellite radio waves and slammed heavily into the security center of Genting Manor.

The veins on the back of the eagle's hand, gripping the walkie-talkie, bulged.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He decisively cut off the channel and then slammed the red alarm button on the manor's medical building.

It was late at night in Jianghai City.

Su Qingqing had just finished an eight-hour data simulation in a sterile laboratory.

The piercing, top-secret ringtone of the emergency call exploded at the head of the bed like a death knell.

She grabbed her phone.

Upon hearing the command relayed by the eagle, which was filled with intense killing intent, a fine layer of white sweat instantly broke out on his back.

The cold air shot up along my spine.

This medical genius, who had seen countless life and death moments, even buttoned a row of buttons on his white coat incorrectly.

He rushed into the sterile diagnostic room barefoot.

He pushed the power switch on those multi-million dollar testing instruments.

The screen lit up, emitting a cold, bluish light.

Paris, Presidential Suite.

The edge of the marble sink still held the water that Shen Wanzhou had just spat out.

The originally expensive French aromatherapy scent in the air was dispelled by a faint sour smell.

Chen Yuan's large hand was wrapped in a warm, pure cotton towel.

Little by little, he carefully wiped away the water stains from her chin.

"gargle."

He held the glass of warm water to her lips.

The muscles in his arms were taut, exuding a fierce aura that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

Shen Wanzhou took a small sip from his hand and spat it into the sink.

The churning in her stomach left her too weak to even stand up straight.

The screen lights up.

Su Qingqing's face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, appeared on the holographic projection.

"Mr. Chen, let me check on your wife's condition."

Su Qingqing's voice was slightly panting from just finishing her run.

The gaze behind the glasses quickly swept over Shen Wanzhou's pale face.

Chen Yuan adjusted the angle of the camera.

Its tall frame blocked the direction of the air conditioning vent.

He completely shielded Shen Wanzhou within his own body temperature defenses.

"She just ate a bite of raw French marinated beef and spat it out three times."

Chen Yuan's voice was cold and hard, exuding a chilling intent to raze Paris to the ground.

"Put your wrist under the lens."

Su Qingqing stared at the screen.

"Madam, have you been feeling sleepy and tired lately?"

"Does the smell of greasy food, or even your favorite dishes, make your stomach churn?"

Shen Wanzhou leaned against Chen Yuan's chest and nodded softly.

Her long eyelashes still held wet tears, and she fluttered them twice.

"I felt sleepy the whole afternoon in the car..."

Her voice was weak and had a strong nasal tone.

Su Qingqing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down onto the bridge of her nose.

His gaze lingered on Shen Wanzhou's fingertips and face for a few seconds.

"besides……"

She cleared her throat, her tone becoming subtle.

"Was your period a few days late last month?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The oppressive, almost solidified murderous aura in the suite suddenly froze.

It was as if the flow of air had been cut off by an invisible hand.

Shen Wanzhou's originally pale cheeks visibly flushed red.

A blush spread from her earlobe all the way down to her slender swan neck.

Her slender white fingers gripped the hem of Chen Yuan's shirt and twisted it tightly.

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

"It seems... it's been delayed by ten days."

Chen Yuan froze.

The arm around the girl's waist unconsciously tightened its grip by a third.

In his deep black eyes, the surging ferocity was instantly replaced by a strange sense of bewilderment.

After spending so many years together, he knows her menstrual cycle better than she does herself.

"Is it poisoning?"

Chen Yuan's voice was kept extremely low.

My finger is already on the command button on the side of the phone.

As long as Su Qingqing nods, the Blackwater mercenaries downstairs will immediately seal off the hotel.

Dismember the French chef who cooked tonight into eight pieces.

Su Qingqing looked at this dark web ruler, who could make global capital tremble, through the screen.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Mr. Chen, I don't need any stomach medicine."

She turned her gaze to the bodyguard standing off-camera.

"Eagle, come downstairs right now."

"Go to a 24-hour pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test."

Su Qingqing spoke with certainty.

"No, buy ten different brands, and have them delivered right away."

"Click".

The video call was unilaterally cut off.

The holographic screen went dark.

In the presidential suite, only the ticking of the second hand on the vintage wall clock remained.

Tick.

Tick.

Each sound struck Chen Yuan's eardrums.

The eagle took less than four minutes.

Accompanied by the chaotic sound of running military boots in the corridor.

A black plastic bag filled with various colored cardboard boxes was respectfully handed through the crack in the door.

The eagle didn't even dare to raise its head, and quickly retreated after handing over the goods.

Shen Wanzhou blushed.

He grabbed two boxes from the bag, turned around, and slipped into the bathroom.

The door lock clicked shut.

It produces a crisp, metallic clicking sound.

Chen Yuan stood outside the restroom door.

He stood ramrod straight, one hand in his trouser pocket.

That's the focused posture he only displays when he's directing a multi-billion dollar attack from the dark web.

But look closely.

His other hand hung down at his side.

The five fingers, with their distinct knuckles, were trembling uncontrollably.

My palms were covered in sticky sweat.

Throughout his life, he never blinked once when facing a hail of bullets.

Now, however, they are blocked outside by a thin wooden door, their breathing becoming a chaotic mess.

The corridor lights lengthened his shadow.

There was no sound of water coming from inside the door.

Time stretched out infinitely, each second feeling like sandpaper being rubbed.

if it is real.

If behind this door truly lies a life connected to him by blood.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes.

Those bloody and turbulent past events flashed through my mind.

He was once an orphan abandoned in the snow.

Nothing in this world belongs to him.

Until I met her.

Now, she not only gave him a home, but also a continuation of their bloodline.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The door handle made a slight metallic scraping sound.

Press it down.

The door opened.

Shen Wanzhou stood in the shadow of the door frame.

Her shimmering, peach-blossom eyes dared not look up.

She bit her full lower lip hard with her pearly teeth, leaving a white mark.

She was holding a small white plastic stick in both hands.

Her fingertips trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Slowly, she handed the small stick to Chen Yuan.

The warm light from the corridor shone on that small display window.

Two red lines.

Clear, striking, and undeniable.

Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed on those two red lines.

The pupils contracted and dilated violently within the eye sockets.

This financial tycoon saw through Wall Street's multi-billion dollar short-selling trap in just three minutes.

This is a living devil who can destroy a national power grid with the flick of a finger.

At this moment.

My brain experienced its first-ever complete shutdown, lasting ten seconds.

All logical operations.

All acts of ruthless decisiveness.

Everything was ground into powder by those two red lines.

At first glance, he thought he had misread the pattern.

In the third second, he held his breath.

In the fifth second, the string of reason snapped completely.

In the tenth second, only those two red marks remained in the entire world.

The surrounding air stopped moving.

Even the sound of my heartbeat paused for a moment in my chest.

Ten seconds later.

Chen Yuan slowly raised his hand.

Those hands, which were usually as steady as Mount Tai when wielding a knife and could blindly slice through a white jade peony, were now trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't pick up the pregnancy test.

Instead, it went over the girl's wrist.

Warm, large palms, with a thin layer of sweat.

It gently rested on Shen Wanzhou's still flat stomach.

The skin beneath my palms felt warm and moist.

Through the thin silk fabric, it reached his slightly trembling fingertips.

Chen Yuan's large, bony hand trembled as he touched Shen Wanzhou's flat stomach. His usually cold and hard voice was now hoarse: "Wanzhou...we're having a baby?"