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

Fluent in Arabic.

It exudes an aura of unquestionable protectiveness.

It exploded in the garden under the midday sun.

The check floated lightly into the black combination lock box.

The long string of zeros above is dizzying.

It was like a heavy hammer blow.

It hit Aisha's retina squarely.

The little princess's azure pupils suddenly contracted.

From small to large.

There's nothing she can't get even with gold bricks.

Today, however, someone used a thin piece of paper to...

He was shoved into the ground and rubbed hard.

That string of numbers could buy, let alone, a chef.

Even if you bought her private palace in Dubai, demolished it, and rebuilt it, it would be more than enough.

Aisha's mouth was open.

There was still some sweet and sour sauce left on the corner of his mouth.

His gaze swept back and forth over Shen Wanzhou's fluffy peach-colored pajamas and her rabbit slippers.

She was dressed like a childish little girl.

But the territorial instincts that shone through those peach blossom eyes.

But it is even fiercer than the lioness in the Dubai desert.

She stood protectively in front of the man behind her, refusing to retreat even a single step.

"you……"

Aisha stammered.

I was just about to use my broken Chinese to save face.

Outside the black and gold iron gates of the manor.

Suddenly, several blinding white lights flashed.

Click, click.

The rapid clicking of camera shutters could be heard from dozens of meters away.

Several vehicles bearing the logos of local gossip media outlets were used for interviews.

I don't know when it stopped on the other side of the road.

Several paparazzi carrying long lenses and microphones were standing on the roof of the car.

They desperately peered the camera into the garden.

There were two sports cars parked next to it.

Several rich kids passing by were excitedly filming the chaotic scene on their phones.

"Isn't that Chairman Shen of the Shen Group?"

"That legendary female tycoon who's never seen in public, why is she out in her pajamas?!"

The murmurs drifted into the garden on the warm summer breeze.

In the past...

As soon as I hear the shutter sound, or feel more than three unfamiliar gazes.

Shen Wanzhou's breathing would stop instantly.

Cold sweat would soak her back, and her legs would feel so weak she couldn't walk.

She would be like a frightened ostrich, covering her ears and desperately fleeing back to that dark, sunless room.

But now.

The cool, soapy scent wafting from behind me was mixed with the aroma of the unfinished sweet and sour pork ribs.

It's like an invisible, hard armor.

They wrapped her up completely.

If she withdraws now.

These paparazzi cameras will then be pointed at Chen Yuan.

The foreign woman would then take advantage of the situation and touch her personal chef with her dirty hands.

Absolutely not.

Shen Wanzhou bit her lower lip tightly.

A whitish mark was pressed into her lips.

His chest heaved violently.

She didn't back down.

Instead, he did something that shocked all the media in Jianghai City.

She turned around.

In front of so many long guns and short cannons outside the iron gate.

Two fair and delicate hands stretched out at the same time.

She clung tightly to Chen Yuan's strong arm.

Half of her body was pressed against that black apron.

Chin raised.

The timidity in Peach Blossom's eyes was completely crushed by a stubbornness that was willing to risk everything.

That posture was a blatant declaration to everyone.

This is her man; no one else can touch him.

Chen Yuan's body stiffened slightly.

His dark eyes were lowered.

It landed on the furry head that was clinging tightly to its arm.

He could feel the little hands gripping his sleeve, their fingertips still trembling uncontrollably.

His cotton T-shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

She is afraid.

Her deep-seated social anxiety was still urging her to run away.

But she stubbornly held on to her breath.

To protect him, it stood firm under the sun like an unyielding tree.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, the layer of ice that had remained frozen for a thousand years instantly melted into warm spring water.

He did not brush her hand away.

Instead, he slightly bent his arm.

She turned around and clasped those two trembling little hands even more tightly in the crook of her arm.

An attitude of indulgence, blatant and brazen.

Aisha, standing on the opposite side.

Looking at the two of them, so affectionate and oblivious to everyone else.

I was completely dumbfounded.

She is straightforward, and although she is spoiled, she is not stupid.

The magnetic pull between these two is more than just gold.

Even if you threw a mountain of diamonds at it, you wouldn't be able to make a single crack.

"All right……"

Aisha pouted.

A hint of frustration flashed in those deep blue eyes.

She glanced at the remaining half of the sweet and sour pork ribs in the glass bowl and swallowed.

"You Chinese are really scary, you protect your food like tigers."

She rubbed her arm, which had been scratched red by Shen Wanzhou.

Although she didn't manage to snatch him, seeing Shen Wanzhou's domineering and protective demeanor towards her husband was still quite something.

A strange sense of admiration arose in the little princess's innocent heart.

A woman who can throw money at people with ten times more than her.

They deserve the title of this master chef who makes ribs.

"Put the money away, let's go!"

Aisha waved to the bodyguard captain.

His tone carried a hint of regret at not getting any meat, but also a clear sense of complete acceptance.

The bodyguard immediately closed the lid of the briefcase.

The lock clicked shut.

A dozen or so burly Middle Eastern men were protecting the little princess.

Wearing expensive sandals, she turned and walked towards the manor gate with a clattering sound.

Until those armored Land Rovers started moving.

The roar gradually faded away, disappearing completely at the end of the winding mountain road.

The paparazzi outside the door, having captured some shocking footage, packed up their equipment and retreated, satisfied.

The manor returned to its tranquility.

Only the tassels at the edge of the parasol swayed gently in the wind.

Shen Wanzhou stared intently at the direction of the gate.

It's confirmed that the foreign woman has really left.

No one tried to take her cook away anymore.

He finally exhaled from his chest.

This vomit.

The chaebol aura that was just forcibly maintained.

In an instant, it was like a balloon punctured by a needle, leaking everything out completely.

The trembling knees could no longer support the weight of the body.

The strength in my fingertips was instantly drained.

Watching the little princess's convoy slink away from the manor gate, Shen Wanzhou's forced composure vanished instantly, her legs buckled, and she fell straight backward.