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

Fireworks illuminated Chen Yuan's deep-set eyes. He pulled a custom-made red velvet box from his pocket, knelt on one knee, and asked, "Shen Wanzhou, are you willing to eat only my cooking for the rest of your life?"

The howling night wind swirled on the 400-meter-high terrace of the Genting Tower.

But the weight of those words cannot be blown away.

Eighty thousand drones wove a blue sea of ​​roses overhead.

The interplay of light and shadow fell upon Shen Wanzhou's face, which was veiled in black lace.

She was stunned.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened slightly, reflecting the man kneeling on one knee.

Breathing stopped completely at that moment.

The cold wind blew into her nostrils, but she felt no chill at all.

Only a surge of scalding heat exploded from my heart, burning through my limbs and bones.

The small red velvet box slowly opened in Chen Yuan's large, well-defined hands.

There are no dazzling pigeon-egg diamonds.

There are also no tacky high-end custom jewelry pieces.

It lay quietly on the black velvet.

It is a miniature silver chef's knife pendant, handcrafted.

On the hilt of the knife, there is a small engraving of the character "舟" (boat).

This knife.

It is a microcosm of Chen Yuan's work in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing every bowl of stomach-protecting medicinal food for her.

It was also in the simplest way that he made a lifelong promise of happiness.

Compared to those cold gems, this small silver knife directly pierced through all of Shen Wanzhou's psychological defenses.

"I do..."

She covered her mouth with both hands, her voice thick with sobs and nasal tone.

Tears streamed down my face like a burst dam, uncontrollably falling.

The black veil was soaked, and the liquid dripped onto the pearl-white long dress.

A small patch of dark water stain spread out.

She nodded repeatedly, her movements so large that a few strands of hair that were tied behind her head fell out.

Chen Yuan stood up.

Its tall frame blocked the strong wind blowing from the edge of the terrace.

He reached out and gently took out the silver pendant.

He circled around Shen Wanzhou's slender, fair neck.

The metal buckle made a crisp "click" sound behind the neck.

The cool silver knife pressed against the skin of my collarbone.

But the scalding heat made Shen Wanzhou feel weak all over.

She suddenly threw herself into Chen Yuan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his lean waist.

Her cheeks were buried in that chest that smelled of familiar soap and was warm with the scent of a cashmere coat.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

His large hand cupped the back of her head, and his cool, thin lips landed precisely on hers.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

In this place closest to the starry sky, in the absolute darkness where all the city's neon lights have been extinguished.

All the shadows left by childhood abduction cases.

All the fear of the dark and the rejection of the living.

In this deep and restrained kiss, he was utterly crushed into dust.

At this moment.

The streets of Jianghai City below the Cloud Top Tower had long since turned into a pot of boiling hot oil.

The panic was originally caused by the sudden blackout of the entire city.

After the drone displayed that confession and the romantic animation played on screens all over the city.

In an instant, it turned into an overwhelming wave of horror and jubilation.

At the intersection, countless private cars were parked in the middle of the road.

The drivers even forgot to honk their horns.

They all opened their car doors and frantically took pictures of the sky with their phones.

On the commercial street along the road, thousands of citizens looked up.

Even though my neck was sore, I refused to look away.

"My God, they've booked all the screens in the city!"

"To deploy 80,000 drones, we still need to cultivate relationships with the air traffic control bureau."

"How much money will this cost? A billion? Or several billion?"

"Who on earth is proposing? Did that woman named Wanzhou save the galaxy in her past life?!"

The wealthy second-generation circles in Jianghai City were in an uproar.

Those rich kids who think they're so cool just because they spend hundreds of thousands on a "dragon set" at nightclubs.

Looking at the blue roses in the sky right now.

He was so frightened that he could barely hold the wine glass in his hand.

"Investigate! Investigate right now!"

"Which reclusive family's heir has emerged from seclusion?"

"Few people in Jianghai City can afford this kind of reckless spending spree!"

Various speculations and shocked comments flooded various short video platforms and local trending topics.

The server was on the verge of crashing several times.

The top floor of the Star Venture Capital Building.

Wang Kai stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He was holding a cup of coffee that had gone completely cold.

He looked at the name flashing blue in the distant night sky.

Looking down at my phone screen again, the top ten trending topics were all dominated by the entries "Jianghai City's richest man proposes marriage" and "Who is Wanzhou?"

The fat on his face twitched uncontrollably twice.

"That's fucking insane..."

He swallowed hard, muttering to himself.

He was the chief financial officer behind this grand fireworks display.

He understood the cost behind this better than anyone else.

That was a mountain of gold that was forcibly poured into an offshore account overseas.

drip.

The walkie-talkie on the table rang.

A tense voice came from the head of the technical department.

"Mr. Wang, the 15-minute air traffic control special approval time is almost up. The drone formation requests to begin the recovery procedure."

Wang Kai snapped out of his daze and pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie.

"Recycle as originally planned."

"Tell each group to make sure they leave no trace when they retreat. Anyone who dares to utter a single word will be sent to dig sand in the Northwest tomorrow."

After giving instructions.

Wang Kai picked up his phone again.

Looking at the live video on the short video platform, which has already surpassed ten million likes.

The comments section was filled with netizens who called themselves heiresses and domineering CEOs, all frantically worshipping him.

Wang Kai touched his chin.

A strange sense of superiority shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

The fat man grinned as he watched the number of likes on his phone skyrocket, his fat jiggling with laughter: "If those bumpkins from Jianghai City knew that the person setting off the fireworks was a butler, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets."