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

The Enter key was pressed down hard, and the keyboard made a crisp sound.

Data poured down the screen like a waterfall.

The pillar representing the lifeline of the Lin Group was instantly severed in half by massive short-selling funds.

Completely reset to zero.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the ergonomic chair.

With arms outstretched upwards, the bones emitted a pleasant cracking sound.

Five years of pent-up frustration vanished like smoke at this moment.

He didn't even bother to look at the ruins again, and casually closed his laptop.

Making money is a tedious and boring thing.

It's far more interesting to go to the kitchen and research a complex dish.

Chen Yuan stood up, pushed open the door, and strode towards the luxurious kitchen on the first floor, which was comparable to a Michelin three-star restaurant.

Today is a day worth celebrating.

He decided to make the most time-consuming and laborious dish, which would also be the most challenging to master.

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

at the same time.

Inside the president's office of the Lin Group, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of water droplets hitting the floor.

Plop, plop.

Lin Qinghan slumped in the boss's chair, her whole body soaked in sweat.

The expensive silk shirt clung tightly to my skin, cold and devoid of any warmth.

Her hair, like clumps of withered grass, clung haphazardly to her pale, paper-like cheeks.

My lips were frozen purple, and my upper and lower teeth were shivering uncontrollably.

After being turned away from the orphanage, she was like a lost soul, speeding all the way back to the company.

She stared intently at the digital clock on the wall.

9:29:59.

Dang dang dang.

The stock market opening announcement chime rang out abruptly in the empty office.

Lin Qinghan lunged at the desk and slammed her hands on the huge monitor.

Ten fingers gripped the edge of the screen tightly, blood seeping from under the fingernails.

Her bloodshot eyes widened as she stared intently at the section belonging to the Lin Group.

The moment the market opened.

There was no miracle, no rebound.

A mysterious fund of unknown origin, yet so vast it's suffocating, is like a bloodthirsty shark.

It opened its blood-red maw and swallowed up the remaining retail investors of the Lin Group in one gulp.

The green, precipitous drop line crashed straight through the bottom line of the limit-down price.

There wasn't even the slightest room for maneuver.

It hit the daily limit down.

The orders piled up like mountains, the amounts so large that Lin Qinghan felt dizzy.

"No...this isn't real..."

Her voice sounded like it had been harshly sanded, dry and unpleasant.

My stomach suddenly spasmed violently.

Sour fluid rushed up my throat and into my mouth, spreading a bitter taste.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream ripped from her throat.

She waved her arms wildly.

He swept all the documents, pen holders, and coffee cups off the table and onto the floor.

The sound of shattering glass, the rustling of flying papers, mingled with her cries.

She recalled the arrogant face she had shown yesterday when she left Chen Yuan to be with Gu Ziang after getting their marriage certificate.

I recalled Chen Yuan's back view as he left the villa without the slightest trace of lingering affection.

This is retribution.

Chen Yuan's underlying code is no longer available.

Without Chen Yuan's financial support.

Her once-proud business empire turned to ashes in the very first year of operation.

Lin Qinghan's knees buckled, and she knelt heavily on the marble floor covered with shards of glass.

The shards of glass pierced her knee, and bright red blood soaked through her skirt.

But she couldn't feel any pain.

Only the suffocating feeling of losing the most precious thing gripped her throat.

In the kitchen of Genting Manor.

Chen Yuan tied on a pure black apron and was concentrating intently on preparing the ingredients.

The storms outside cannot disturb even a speck of dust here.

The premium South African abalone, with its soft-boiled center, has been soaked in the broth until it is plump and round.

Sea cucumbers from Liaoning in Northeast China have thick, fleshy flesh that gleams with an enticing sheen.

Top-grade yellow croaker maw, bone sticks from Jinhua ham, old hen, and dried scallops.

Chen Yuan raised his knife and brought it down with fluid, graceful movements.

The blade struck the cutting board with a rhythmic thud.

This is a personal showcase for the culinary master.

All the top-quality ingredients were precisely proportioned by him.

They were stacked layer upon layer into an old-fashioned Shaoxing wine jar.

Chen Yuan heated oil in a wok and fried the old hen and pig's trotters until they were golden brown.

The salty and savory flavor of the ham is brought out to its most original taste.

Pour in boiling water to make a thick, white broth.

Skim off the foam and slowly pour the broth into the wine jar until it covers the top layer of ingredients.

Finally, pour in a whole bottle of aged Shaoxing wine.

Chen Yuan sealed the mouth of the jar tightly with fresh lotus leaves and put the lid on.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and cook slowly.

Time is the best catalyst for this dish.

Five whole hours.

Chen Yuan sat at the kitchen counter, flipping through a book.

Occasionally, I would get up and check the cooking time.

Over time.

The rich aroma began to penetrate the lotus leaves and spread freely throughout the kitchen.

It's the exquisite aroma produced by the perfect fusion of the fresh sweetness of seafood and the richness of meat, catalyzed by Shaoxing wine.

Gudu, Gudu.

The wine jar emitted a deep, enticing bubbling sound.

The aroma was overwhelmingly strong.

They slipped out through the crack in the kitchen door.

They crawled into the central air conditioning vents and slowly climbed up the entire villa along the pipes.

At the end of the second-floor corridor.

Behind the heavy mahogany door.

Shen Wanzhou, who was wrapped in a blanket and working on documents in front of her computer, suddenly twitched her nose.

A faint fragrance wafted through the air, like a small hook.

It precisely hooked onto her stomach, which had just been partially healed.

The mouse in her hand stopped.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, and he swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva.

It smells good.

It's a hundred times more delicious than the ribs from last night.

Shen Wanzhou threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the blanket.

Like a kitten drawn by the smell of meat, she pressed herself against the door and sniffed hard.

My stomach let out a long, unpleasant rumble.

Outside in the corridor, the faint thud of a food cart wheel rolling over the carpet could be heard.

Chen Yuan has arrived.

Chen Yuan pushed the food cart and stopped in front of the mahogany door.

Instead of using the usual silver tray, he placed the scalding hot wine jar directly on the heat-resistant mat.

The moment the lotus leaf was lifted.

The aroma, which had been sealed for five hours, suddenly exploded.

The golden broth simmered gently in the jar, with an enticing layer of gelatinous substance floating on the surface.

Chen Yuan pushed the wine jar to the front of the gap at the bottom of the door.

Then, as usual, he took three steps back.

His gaze remained calm as he looked at the door.

This time, the people inside didn't keep him waiting too long.

Click.

The sound of the door lock popping open was crisp and pleasant.

Immediately afterwards, the mahogany door was pulled open halfway, which was unprecedented!

It no longer only revealed a small gap as before.

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

The light behind the door was dim.

But he clearly saw the slender figure half-hidden behind the door frame.

Shen Wanzhou was still wearing that oversized nightgown.

Her jet-black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the door frame tightly, her fingertips pale with tension.

She only peeked out from under the covers.

One of the exposed peach blossom eyes was staring intently at the wine jar on the carpet.

His eyes gleamed with an undisguised longing.

When she caught a glimpse of Chen Yuan looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

Her fair cheeks visibly flushed red.

The blush spread all the way down to her slender neck.

She lowered her head in a panic, not daring to meet Chen Yuan's gaze.

But that alluring aroma was simply too irresistible.

Shen Wanzhou bit her full lower lip.

Suddenly, she stretched out her two fair arms and grabbed the edge of the scalding hot wine jar.

Because the jar was too heavy.

As she dragged herself backward, she staggered and even let out a soft gasp.

Chen Yuan subconsciously took half a step forward, wanting to help.

But as soon as he made a move...

Shen Wanzhou was like a startled rabbit.

Unleashing astonishing potential, he dragged the wine jar into the room, half-pulling it along.

boom.

The mahogany door was quickly closed, followed by the sound of the lock clicking shut.

Chen Yuan stopped mid-air and brought his foot back.

Looking at the empty corridor, he couldn't help but shake his head, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes.

It seems this food-guarding habit won't be broken anytime soon.

Chen Yuan turned and walked towards the lounge.

For a butler to reach this level, he is truly exceptional.

No need to listen to the boss's nagging, no need to read the boss's expression.

She only needs to cook to have people completely obedient to her.

Back to the butler suite.

Chen Yuan sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of warm water.

Five hours of slow cooking actually took a lot of his energy.

But when he thought of that figure half-hidden behind the door, he felt it was all worth it.

Ding dong.

The old cell phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up and emitted a crisp text message notification sound.

Chen Yuan put down his water glass.

I reached for my phone and casually swiped to unlock the screen.

It was a notification from the bank.

Since he got that black card, his private account has been mostly inactive.

Chen Yuan glanced at the screen casually.

The moment my eyes fell on the notification bar.

His back straightened instantly, and a long string of zeros was reflected in his deep eyes.

Chen Yuan's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the payment notification on his phone screen: "Your account ending in 7788 has received 1,000,000 yuan. Message: The soup was delicious, and you got a raise."