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

Chen Yuan hung up the phone and gently smoothed the wrinkles between Shen Wanzhou's brows with his fingertips.

Hearing the pile driving sounds outside the window suddenly stop, he murmured, "The construction site that disturbed Wanzhou's sleep is now a silent park."

The bedroom fell into absolute silence once more.

Only the humidifier emitted a fine, cool mist, emitting a barely perceptible hissing sound.

Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

She turned over, her cheek pressed against the soft velvet pillow, and her breathing became steady and long.

The delicate white fingers that had been tightly gripping the corner of the blanket slowly loosened their grip.

My fingertips regained their original warm pink color.

Chen Yuan knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed.

My gaze lingered on her now serene face, her once-hard jawline softened as if it could melt a pool of spring water.

He pulled the thin silk quilt over and covered her exposed, rounded shoulders perfectly.

The movement was so light that not even a speck of dust was disturbed.

Just then.

The screen of the specially made encrypted phone, which was placed on the black walnut bedside table, suddenly lit up.

There was no vibration, and no ringing.

Only the blood-red warning border flashing wildly at the edge of the screen cast a blinding, cold light in the dimly lit room.

Chen Yuan's gaze instantly froze.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the phone, turning the screen upside down to cut off the glaring light.

His tall and upright figure stood up silently.

The leather shoes made no sound as they stepped on the thick Persian carpet.

He turned and walked toward the bedroom door.

"Click".

The heavy mahogany door was gently closed, the latch locking precisely.

The tranquility and peace of that room were firmly sealed inside the door.

Outside the door, the cool-toned wall lamps of the corridor shone on Chen Yuan's face.

That gentle quality that belonged to stay-at-home dads was completely stripped away and shattered in that instant.

Instead, the chilling brutality of the dark web's demons reappears in the human world.

He swiped his phone screen as he walked.

The only message above was an urgent text message from Wang Kai.

"Brother Yuan, something terrible has happened. I'm waiting for you outside the cordon, fifty meters away from the manor."

Chen Yuan did not stop walking.

I quickly walked down the spiral staircase to the lobby.

The outer perimeter of Genting Manor.

The cold wind of early winter swirled with withered yellow leaves across the asphalt road.

Next to the first red warning line, fifty meters away.

Wang Kai's over 200-pound body was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

His expensive custom-made suit was soaked through on the back.

The cold wind blew, and the fabric clung tightly to his spine, making his fat shiver.

But he didn't care about the cold at all.

He was clutching a thick stack of financial statements tightly in his hand.

The edges of the paper were softened and wrinkled by the cold sweat in my palms.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The steady, powerful sound of leather shoes came from inside the manor gate.

Wang Kai suddenly raised his head.

Separated by that fully armed security line.

Chen Yuan, dressed in a plain black loungewear outfit without any markings, strode over with one hand in his pocket.

He did not bring any extra attendants.

Only the eagle, like an iron tower, silently followed behind.

"Brother Yuan!"

Wang Kai, as if seeing a lifeline, stumbled and rushed to the edge of the cordon.

With a "plop".

My knees buckled, and I almost knelt directly on the cold cement floor.

His hands trembled as he passed the sweat-soaked report over the red line.

"Those second-rate families in the capital... they've joined forces!"

Wang Kai's voice was hoarse and cracked, revealing a panicked sense of impending doom.

Chen Yuan stopped inside the cordon.

He didn't reach out to take it.

A cold, sharp gaze swept across Wang Kai's pale, chubby face.

"Speak properly, and speak clearly."

Without raising the volume, the overwhelming sense of pressure instantly stopped Wang Kai's teeth chattering.

"It's...it's the Zhao family and the Qian family in the capital, and three emerging financial groups that depend on them."

Wang Kai swallowed a large mouthful of dry saliva, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

"For the past two weeks, you have ordered the manor to be sealed off and have neglected company affairs."

"Those old foxes thought there was trouble inside Star Ventures, and that you... you've been sidelined."

"They secretly raised 300 billion in cash flow."

"They launched a malicious short-selling attack against us directly in the A-share market!"

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"A business worth 300 billion? Is it really worth you coming all this way to make such a fuss?"

The daily turnover of Xingchen Venture Capital's overseas funds pool is more than this amount.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, this level of probing was not even a minor skirmish.

Wang Kai stomped his feet in frustration, crushing the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Brother Yuan, if it were just about selling off tech stocks or financial stocks, I wouldn't dare bother you at all."

The fat man abruptly flipped the report in his hand to the first page.

Pointing to the green candlestick chart above, which shows a sharp drop.

The fingernails made a sharp, piercing sound as they scratched the paper.

"They didn't touch the core of Starry Sky!"

"They concentrated all their firepower on smashing the Shen family's...maternal and infant product supply chain!"

air.

The moment Wang Kai uttered the words "maternal and infant industry chain".

It felt as if it had been drained dry.

Eagle's hand, which was resting on the baton, suddenly froze.

He subconsciously took half a step to the side, increasing the distance between himself and Chen Yuan.

There were a dozen or so Blackwater bodyguards responsible for perimeter security.

I felt a chill seeping from my bones, rushing up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

The air pressure was so low that even the expansion of one's lungs became extremely difficult.

Chen Yuan's hands, which were originally in his pockets.

It was slowly pulled out.

He took the crumpled report from Wang Kai's hand.

The paper rustled and turned in the cold wind.

"They cut off our supply chain of imported infant formula in Northern Europe."

Wang Kai's voice grew softer and softer, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"We have acquired exclusive access to the world's top sterile baby clothing fabric supply chain."

"They even started using illegal subsidies to wage price wars and frantically dump substandard baby products."

"An attempt to completely crush the Shen family's high-end maternity market in Jianghai City."

"They're...cutting off our escape route!"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

Those deep, dark eyes were fixed on the short-selling list written in black and white.

The Zhao family.

The Qian family.

Sun's Trading.

Each name is like a clown dancing on the scythe of death.

The maternal and infant industry chain.

He spent hundreds of billions of dollars to build the world's top obstetrics and gynecology medical center on the back mountain of the manor.

He even uses a dedicated cold chain to buy apples to ensure there is no pesticide residue.

He put the entire Star Venture Capital operation on hold, just to focus on protecting the two little lives in Shen Wanzhou's belly.

And now.

These rats must have crawled out of some sewer.

They dared to do this while he was wholeheartedly praying for the child and ensuring a safe pregnancy.

He turned his dirty hands on the property that his wife and children depended on for their livelihood!

Chen Yuan's fingers tightened around the report little by little.

The finger bones protrude, gleaming with a ghastly bluish-white color.

"Crack... hiss..."

A thick stack of A4 paper, under his terrifying grip that could snap the neck of an international mercenary with his bare hands.

They were squeezed and kneaded.

It makes a cracking sound that makes your teeth ache.

He didn't roar.

No one smashed anything.

But the Asura karmic fire that gathered around him had scorched the surrounding air to the point of near distortion.

This is the dragon's reverse scale.

Touching it will surely lead to death.

"Okay, very good."

Chen Yuan's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the deepest hell.

Cold, piercing, devoid of any human emotion.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the financial statement in his hand that had been crumpled into a ball of waste paper.

It was like looking at a huge coffin filled with corpses.

He tossed it casually.

The wad of waste paper traced a parabola in mid-air.

It landed precisely in the smart trash can next to it.

It made a muffled "thump" sound.

Chen Yuan crumpled the report into a ball, as if looking at a group of dead people: "I was just worried about not having anything to give the child as prenatal education. Since they've chosen this time to seek death, then let's grant their wish."