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

When Chen Yuan carried the bowl of warm bird's nest porridge into the master bedroom.

Looking at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, his voice incredibly soft: "It's windy outside, get up and have some hot porridge."

His slightly hot lips brushed against the stray hairs by her ear.

Shen Wanzhou opened her peach blossom eyes groggily, and her nose twitched.

The slightly acidic fruity aroma unique to South American spices masked the original slightly fishy smell of the bird's nest.

She took small sips from Chen Yuan's hand and swallowed half a bowl.

The churning, acidic feeling in my stomach was temporarily suppressed.

Chen Yuan used a cotton tissue to wipe away the soup stains from the corner of her lips.

The hard jawline finally relaxed a little.

But this brief period of peace lasted less than half a month.

As she entered her second trimester, Shen Wanzhou's pregnancy symptoms worsened.

South American spices, which were originally able to soothe the stomach lining, gradually lost their effectiveness.

The air pressure in the restaurant at Genting Highlands had dropped to freezing.

On a long, white marble dining table.

There were more than a dozen transparent, sterile, temperature-controlled boxes.

Japanese Kishu Nanko plums, Mediterranean-exclusive green plums, and even rare sour fruits air-freighted from the rainforests of South America.

Each one, taken out individually, could fetch an astronomical price on the market.

Shen Wanzhou, dressed in loose-fitting cotton loungewear, huddled in a dining chair.

The chin, which had previously developed a bit of softness, has visibly become pointed.

Her cheeks were as pale as a sheet of translucent paper.

She stretched out two slender fingers and picked up a Kishu plum with a glistening surface.

Bring it to your lips and gently bite a little off the peel with your teeth.

The artificially cultivated sweetness is mixed with the heavy sourness of pickling.

It rushed into the nasal cavity instantly.

Shen Wanzhou's throat tightened suddenly.

The acid in the stomach flows back up the esophagus.

"vomit--"

She abruptly pushed aside the mahogany chair, covered her mouth, and rushed towards the first-floor restroom.

The rabbit slipper fell onto the Persian carpet with a dull thud.

Chen Yuan's tall body instantly stood up.

The movement was too large, and it knocked over the white porcelain water glass next to him.

He didn't even glance at the water splashing on the expensive carpet.

He strode into the restroom with his long legs.

At the sink.

The girl gripped the edge of the marble countertop tightly.

The knuckles were pale and bluish-white from lack of blood flow, and the bones protruded prominently.

Her stomach was already empty, and she could only painfully vomit a few mouthfuls of bitter yellow liquid.

Chen Yuan wrapped his arms around her thin shoulders from behind.

His large hand gently patted her spine, one stroke at a time.

Feel the contours of the human bones beneath your palm.

The dark fire in his eyes burned so intensely it seemed to ignite the air.

"I'm not eating anymore."

Chen Yuan pulled over a warm, dry towel and wiped away the cold sweat that had seeped from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her horizontally.

It was carefully placed back on the leather sofa in the living room and wrapped in a cashmere blanket.

"I want to eat... those wild sour plums."

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the cushion, her voice as soft as a cotton candy about to melt.

Two drops of natural tears clung to the corners of her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering wetly.

"I ate this on the hill behind my maternal grandmother's house in the countryside when I was a child."

She bit her bloodless lower lip, looking at the expensive substitutes on the table with a wronged expression.

"The skin is dark red, the kernel is very small, and the sour taste has a hint of pine aroma."

"These smells are all wrong; they make me want to vomit."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

His cold gaze swept over the pile of fruit boxes worth millions on the table.

"eagle."

The deep voice boomed in the empty restaurant, carrying a chilling aura of menace.

"Throw all this trash out. Destroy it, packaging and all."

An eagle stood outside the door.

Sensing the palpable killing intent that had solidified, the muscles on Scarface's face tightened.

Without saying a word, he came in with two bodyguards.

He swept all the thermostats on the table into a black garbage bag.

Chen Yuan tucked the edges of the cashmere blanket around Shen Wanzhou.

"Take a nap."

He coaxed softly, "You'll be able to eat when you wake up."

He turned around and walked with steady steps toward the encrypted elevator leading to the core computer room on the third basement level.

"Click".

The explosion-proof metal door slides open to both sides.

Inside the server room, cold white shadowless lights shone on rows of military-grade liquid-cooled servos.

Xiao Liu and Chu Feng were staring at the screen, checking the European capital flow data.

"Boss?"

Xiao Liu pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped off his nose and paused for a moment.

Without wasting any words, Chen Yuan walked straight to the control panel.

His large, well-defined hand hovered above the keyboard for half a second.

"Invest in Xingchen Venture Capital's No. 1 to No. 7 military-grade meteorological and geological monitoring satellites."

His voice was so cold it was like ice crystals.

Chu Feng nearly dropped his coffee cup.

"Boss, those satellites are our trump card for monitoring the global flow of major agricultural products and rare earth mineral deposits!"

"By forcibly penetrating the underlying computing power, our several data cover nodes on Wall Street will be exposed..."

"I said, let's cut in."

Chen Yuan turned his head, his deep black eyes like two sharp scalpels.

It scraped directly onto Chu Feng's face.

Chu Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and his legs trembled.

His ten fingers immediately began typing furiously on the mechanical keyboard.

"Understood! Satellite control has been transferred!"

Chen Yuan pulled out the large gaming chair and sat down.

His hands moved like afterimages, striking the keyboard with a series of sharp, piercing sounds.

A global topographic map unfolds instantly on a huge, deep blue curved screen.

"Retrieve spectral data from all the original mountain ranges in Asia and South America."

Chen Yuan's orders came down one after another.

"The altitude is locked between 1,500 and 2,000 meters."

"Annual precipitation is more than 2,000 millimeters, and the soil pH is 6.5."

He was looking for more than just a plant.

It was a life-saving medicine that could make his wife swallow a bite of food.

The map on the screen began to zoom in rapidly.

The green scanning beam resembled a giant, all-encompassing net.

From the southern foothills of the Himalayas, the route sweeps through the primeval rainforests of the Andes Mountains.

Hundreds or even thousands of data packets were forcibly decoded.

The temperature in the server room soared due to the servers operating at overload.

The exhaust fan emitted a roaring sound that tore through the air.

"Filter out all plantation coordinates."

Chen Yuan's fingertips pounded heavily on the Enter key.

"Initiate microscopic spectral comparison of plant chlorophyll to match the unique carbon molecule arrangement of the target plum."

Xiao Liu knelt on the chair at the secondary control panel, watching this insane operation.

The computing power consumed, the electricity bills burned, and the data maintenance fees can easily amount to tens of millions of US dollars.

Just to find a plum?

This way of protecting his wife, treating global resources like toys, made him swallow hard.

One hour.

Two hours.

Chen Yuan maintained that posture, his back ramrod straight.

He didn't even drink a sip of water.

Whenever he closes his eyes, all he sees is Shen Wanzhou's sharp chin and pale lips.

The anxiety and resentment in my heart surged through my blood.

He suppressed the urge to throw all the suppliers who only provided inferior pickled plums into the sea.

"drop--"

A crisp system lock tone.

It suddenly rang out in the roaring computer room.

Center of the screen.

A high-resolution satellite topographic map is captured in an instant.

Located deep in an undeveloped, pristine mountain range on the southwestern border.

A glaring red dot is flashing continuously on the radar image.

"Boss! Found it!"

Xiao Liu shouted excitedly, his voice cracking from puberty.

"Spectral matching accuracy is 99.9%!"

"That's a wild mountain area without even a road!"

Chen Yuan's deep black eyes were fixed on that red dot.

The frost in his eyes finally melted, revealing a crack.

He stood up from his chair and casually pulled out the encryption key from the control panel.

The leather shoes made a dull sound as they stepped on the anti-static floor.

He raised his hand and pressed down on the miniature tactical headset he was wearing in his right ear.

The joints gleamed a stark white under the cold light.

His voice was cold and hard, exuding a ruthless and decisive nature, as if he could kill anyone who stood in his way.

Seeing the red dot coordinates flashing on the screen, Chen Yuan issued a top-level command into his headset: "Even if we have to turn this mountain upside down, we must pick the sweetest plum and deliver it to the manor before nightfall!"