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

"Please, please don't fire me... no, please don't resign!"

At the kitchen counter, a faint sound, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, accompanied by the slight hum of an incandescent bulb, reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Shen Wanzhou remained in the squatting position.

The white tissue she was clutching tightly in her hand was already deformed from the sweat on her palm.

A blush spread from her ears all the way down her neck.

Even her oversized SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas couldn't hide her shoulders heaving with embarrassment.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, the astonishment in his eyes long since transformed into a pool of warm spring water.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

"Don't worry, I won't resign."

He bent down slightly, lowering his gaze to be level with hers.

"The pay here is high, and I'm hoping to cook a few more meals to completely cure my boss's anorexia."

Hearing the words "not resigning".

Shen Wanzhou's taut back instantly collapsed.

Those bright red, rabbit-like eyes quickly rose to glance at Chen Yuan, then plummeted back to the ground as if struck by lightning.

She quietly slipped the crumpled tissue into her pajama pocket.

"Would you like to eat more?"

Chen Yuan pointed to the white porcelain plate that had been completely gnawed clean.

"The bottom shelf of the refrigerator still has the braised pork I prepared during the day; it only takes two minutes to heat it up and it's ready to eat."

Upon hearing the words "braised pork".

Shen Wanzhou's throat bobbed up again, much to her dismay.

Her brain was frantically sending warnings that she had to get back to her room immediately and keep things secret.

But her legs seemed to be rooted to the ground.

They remained firmly rooted to the spot, completely still.

After a while, a furry head bobbed up and down slightly, like a chick pecking at rice.

The smile in Chen Yuan's eyes deepened.

He straightened up, skillfully opened the refrigerator door, and took out the food storage container containing braised pork.

Open the lid and put it in the microwave.

Two minutes later, the rich aroma of meat mixed with the mellow flavor of star anise filled the kitchen.

Chen Yuan placed the steaming braised pork on the kitchen counter.

He then casually grabbed a clean pair of chopsticks and handed them over.

"Eating while sitting on a high stool or squatting on the ground compresses the stomach and can easily lead to indigestion."

Shen Wanzhou did not resist.

She stood up obediently, like a well-behaved puppet.

Dragging his floor-length SpongeBob pajamas, he climbed onto the high stool in front of the kitchen counter, using both his hands and feet.

Chen Yuan neither walked away nor got too close.

He leaned against the refrigerator door opposite him, arms crossed, watching her quietly.

Shen Wanzhou ate very reservedly at first.

They only picked up the leanest pieces of meat from the very edge with their chopsticks, and didn't even dare to make a sound while chewing.

But as the melt-in-your-mouth, smooth texture of the pork belly spreads across your tongue...

Her movements gradually quickened.

One piece, two pieces.

The rich, dark sauce left an alluring mark on her lips.

Half a box of braised pork was gone in less than ten minutes.

After finishing the last piece, she even subconsciously licked the sauce off the tip of her chopsticks.

After making that movement, she suddenly froze.

She looked up and met Chen Yuan's smiling eyes.

boom.

The blush on her cheeks instantly burst forth.

She slid off the high stool abruptly, without even bothering to put on her slippers.

Barefoot, she turned and rushed out of the kitchen like a gust of wind.

boom.

The heavy mahogany double door at the end of the second-floor corridor made a dull thud as it locked.

Chen Yuan looked at the empty kitchen doorway.

I turned around and walked to the counter, then threw the clean food container into the dishwasher.

This rich woman is possessive of her food and timid; even her escape has a kind of naive, anime-like quality.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the butler's suite right on time.

Chen Yuan had just finished washing his face in the bathroom when his old cell phone, which was hanging on the towel rack, started vibrating wildly.

The words "Landlord Wang" were displayed on the screen.

That was the landlord of the basement he rented in the urban village.

To save money and help Lin Qinghan raise start-up capital, he lived in that dark and gloomy place for three whole years.

After moving into the Lin family villa, the basement was never vacated.

Inside was just an old cardboard box containing a few of his textbooks from his university days.

Chen Yuan dried his hands and swiped to answer the call.

"Little Chen! Just who are you, some incredibly important person you've met?!"

As soon as the call connected, Wang, the landlord, blasted a loud, raspy voice that made Chen Yuan's ears ring.

His voice was filled with the ecstasy and incoherence of someone who had won a five million dollar lottery.

"Who's the important person?"

Chen Yuan casually draped the towel over the rack, his tone indifferent.

"You're still pretending with me! This morning, more than a dozen all-black armored cars showed up and completely blocked this alley in our urban village!"

The landlord was breathing heavily on the other end of the phone, even his speech was labored.

"A dozen or so bodyguards in black suits came down and started smashing my door with briefcases in their arms."

"They're offering ten times the market price to buy my entire dilapidated tenement building!"

Chen Yuan frowned slightly and tapped his fingers twice on the sink.

"Buying a dilapidated tenement building at ten times the price? What are they after?"

"What for? Your lousy books!"

The landlord's voice rose eight octaves, and he slapped his thigh excitedly.

"The person in charge specifically named names, saying that they bought the entire building just to protect an old cardboard box belonging to Mr. Chen Yuan in the basement!"

"They won't even let us touch a single piece of waste paper!"

"Xiao Chen, tell me honestly, is there some kind of Imperial Seal hidden in that box?"

Chen Yuan's movements came to a complete halt.

The image of that little woman, blushing and clutching a tissue, instantly flashed through my mind last night in the kitchen.

And that barely audible "Please don't resign, okay?"

This is using the most domineering and arrogant wealth to do the most clumsy and ingratiating things.

In the entire Jianghai City, apart from that socially awkward rich man on the second floor, there is no other person like him.

"Alright, Uncle Wang, take the money and go to the city center to buy a nice house."

Chen Yuan didn't explain and simply hung up the phone.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, pushed open the door to the butler's suite, and headed straight for the living room on the first floor.

The old housekeeper, Uncle Fu, was carefully wiping a Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase with a pure cotton cloth.

The morning sunlight shone on the old man's wrinkled face, revealing a peaceful satisfaction.

Chen Yuan walked behind Uncle Fu, his hands in his pockets.

Looking at Uncle Fu's slow and deliberate movements.

A helpless chuckle escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

"Uncle Fu, that tenement building in the urban village, was it the boss who made you buy it?"

Uncle Fu paused for a moment while wiping the vase.

He turned around, his cloudy eyes flashing with an all-knowing smile.

The wrinkles on her face unfolded like a blooming chrysanthemum.

There was no denial, nor any surprise.

Uncle Fu smiled as he wiped the vase: "Miss said she's bought out all your escape routes, so you have no excuse to go back, pack your bags, and resign."