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

On the edge of the black walnut wood tray, the soup in the deep white porcelain bowl swayed almost imperceptibly.

The rich aroma of Codonopsis pilosula is mixed with the ultimate sweetness of simmered old hen.

The mist rose under the cool white light of the kitchen.

It turned into wisps of white water vapor.

He didn't spare another glance for the ruins on the screen.

Press the power button on the monitor with your finger.

"Smack."

The eerie blue light extinguished instantly, completely severing all killing and wailing.

Chen Yuan turned around.

The leather shoes made a steady "tap-tap" sound as they stepped on the smooth marble floor tiles.

Carrying the tray, I walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

Each step up.

The murderous aura emanating from him, which was almost capable of freezing into ice, faded away silently.

When we arrived at the heavy mahogany double door.

The tyrant who wielded absolute power on the dark web has been completely stripped away.

The rest.

There was only one husband who would bring his wife a midnight snack late at night, afraid of disturbing her sleep.

"Click".

The metal door handle was gently pressed down.

The heavy wooden door slid open inwards.

In the spacious master bedroom, the constant temperature air conditioner blows out a gentle breeze at 26 degrees Celsius.

A faint, calming chamomile aromatherapy scent wafted through the air.

The volume of the wall-mounted TV was turned down to the lowest setting, the third notch.

On the screen, several heads of prominent families in Beijing, dressed in suits, are being handcuffed and escorted into police cars.

Those old faces, usually well-maintained and aloof, were now streaked with tears.

Some people even experienced paralysis in both legs.

He was forcibly dragged by two law enforcement officers, leaving unsightly mud marks on the rough cement ground.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the soft goose down cushion.

She was wearing a beige silk nightgown, and her waist and abdomen were already slightly rounded.

I heard the faint sound of the door hinges turning.

She turned her head away.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes looked away from the television screen.

It fell straight into the man's dark eyes.

"This news..."

She stretched out her fair, delicate finger and pointed to the K-line charts of several stocks that had collapsed on the screen.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight hoarseness from just waking up.

"Did you do this?"

Chen Yuan walked to the bedside.

Place the tray securely on the bedside table.

The white porcelain bowl touched the glass tabletop without making a single harsh sound.

"Um."

He did not deny it.

He knelt on one knee on the Persian rug at the edge of the bed.

A large, bony hand reached into the blankets.

He grasped her exposed, slightly chilly ankle with perfect accuracy.

A warm palm instantly covered it, completely dispelling the chill.

"Drink the soup first."

Chen Yuan picked up the small pure silver spoon.

Scoop up a spoonful of the simmered, milky-white broth.

He brought it close to his thin lips and gently blew away the swirling hot air.

Only after confirming that the temperature was just right did he place it to Shen Wanzhou's slightly parted lips.

Shen Wanzhou obediently took the spoon into her mouth.

The rich chicken broth, infused with the sweet aftertaste of the herbs, slid down the esophagus into the stomach.

A warm current spread, soothing away the fatigue of the whole day.

She smiled contentedly, her eyes crinkling, revealing shallow dimples on either side of her cheeks.

"They conspired to dump shares in the maternal and infant sector, trying to force Xingchen to exit the market."

As Chen Yuan fed her, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

A deep, magnetic voice flowed through the quiet bedroom.

There is no cruelty of business warfare.

It's more like reading an ordinary bedtime story.

"Since they dared to lay their dirty hands on you and your child."

"Leaving them around would only pollute the air, so let's just clean them all up."

He scooped up another spoonful and carefully picked out a small piece of ginger shreds.

The moment it was handed over.

His free left hand naturally covered Shen Wanzhou's protruding belly.

Through the thin silk fabric.

My palms pressed against that warm skin.

"Baby, listen carefully."

Chen Yuan leaned down slightly, his cheek almost touching Shen Wanzhou's stomach.

Those eyes, which once instilled fear in international assassins at a single glance, were now filled with an unyielding indulgence.

"Those old men crying on TV are negative examples."

"When you encounter enemies in the future, remember two principles."

He looked up and fed Shen Wanzhou with a spoon.

"First, leave no survivors. Eliminate them completely, don't give them even a chance to turn the tables."

"Second, act quickly. Don't give the other person a chance to beg for mercy; too much noise will affect their appetite."

Shen Wanzhou had just swallowed a mouthful of soup.

I almost choked on my words.

Her peach blossom eyes widened, and her long eyelashes fluttered twice in the warm light.

This man.

They're actually using the tragic stories of those conglomerates whose assets have vanished by hundreds of billions of dollars as prenatal education for the baby in their womb?

On the television screen.

The Zhao family patriarch, who once held sway over the capital, was being pressed against the hood of a police car.

Tears streaming down his face, he cried out that he was willing to donate all his assets in exchange for a chance to survive.

He was so pathetic that he was worse off than a beggar on the street.

Chen Yuan glanced at the screen.

His facial features were as hard and cold as iron.

"Look at this ugly state of affairs."

His fingertips gently caressed and circled Shen Wanzhou's lower abdomen.

It has a unique, soothing rhythm.

"The business world is like a battlefield. If you leave others even a little room, they will find an opportunity to stab you in the heart."

"So, either don't make a move."

"When we make a move, we must crush their backbone and burn all their trump cards to ashes."

"Did you remember?"

The man's voice was like the deepest note on a cello.

The vibrations reverberated in the spacious master bedroom.

The moment he finished speaking.

A slight throbbing sensation suddenly came from Shen Wanzhou's stomach.

"Bang."

It looked like a small fish blowing a bubble at the bottom of the water.

Through the silk nightgown.

It landed squarely on Chen Yuan's large palm.

Chen Yuan's hand suddenly froze.

She felt as if she had been frozen in place, fixed on the edge of the bed.

Those usually calm and even black eyes widened in that instant.

An incredible glimmer flickered in his pupils.

Even my breathing stopped for a beat.

Shen Wanzhou also sensed the subtle movement.

Her cheeks instantly flushed a deep, ripe pink.

A blush spread down her slender neck and all the way to her ears.

"He...he seems to have understood."

She muttered to herself, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the blanket.

Chen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

I swallowed a mouthful of air.

He did not immediately withdraw his hand.

Instead, they pressed their palms even more tightly against it.

It seems to be waiting for a second response from that little life.

"Well done."

A low chuckle escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

That slight smile instantly dispelled the murderous intent in his previous words.

He picked up the white porcelain bowl, blew on the last sip of soup to cool it down, and steadily brought it to her lips.

"This is my Chen Yuan's offspring."

"There's no need to learn those hypocritical moral principles."

"In this cannibalistic world, having a strong fist and a cold heart are the keys to survival."

He pulled out a pure white disinfectant wipe from the box on the bedside table.

The movements were extremely gentle.

Little by little, he wiped away the soup stains from the corners of Shen Wanzhou's lips.

They didn't even miss a single drop of moisture on her chin.

His patient and meticulous demeanor was completely different from the tyrant who had just imparted the cold-blooded laws to him.

Shen Wanzhou looked at his extremely different appearance.

On one side is a ruthless and decisive ruler who teaches his children to be cold-blooded and heartless.

On one side is a patient and meticulous all-around dad who even tests the temperature of a sip of soup three times before feeding him.

Two completely different qualities blended together seamlessly in this man.

The news on TV was still playing.

The ruins of those once-wealthy families are merely background noise in this master bedroom, where the temperature remains constant at 26 degrees Celsius.

They are not worthy of causing the slightest ripple.

She rested her chin on her knees.

Two fair arms were crossed, protecting her protruding belly.

The little one inside seemed genuinely stunned by this hardcore theory.

It quieted down obediently and didn't cause any more trouble.

Listening to this hardcore "bedtime story," Shen Wanzhou clutched her stomach, both amused and exasperated: "You're using the tragic bankruptcies of these capitalist oligarchs as prenatal education? Aren't you afraid the baby will be born a little devil?"