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

Ye Qingcheng held a gold-embossed business card between her long, slender fingers and pushed it across the table in front of Chen Yuan.

"Handsome, interested in working for me? Or... I'd be happy to work for you."

Chen Yuan lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the business card bearing the Sequoia Capital logo.

The gold lettering gleamed alluringly in the warm light of the coffee shop.

Any man in Jianghai's financial sector would probably be speechless by now.

The olive branch extended by the president of Sequoia Capital Asia Pacific, coupled with this undisguised and ambiguous hint.

A shortcut to instant success is right in front of you.

Chen Yuan, however, found it utterly boring.

He didn't even lift a finger, leaving the business card lying alone on the table.

"I appreciate Mr. Ye's kind offer."

Chen Yuan's voice was flat and indifferent, conveying a sense of disdain for the entire world.

"I'm very comfortable with my current employer and don't want to change jobs."

Ye Qingcheng's smile froze for a moment.

This was the first time she had ever been outmaneuvered by a man.

"Comfortable? How comfortable can it be to serve tea and water to others?"

Ye Qingcheng leaned forward slightly, her chest almost spilling out.

"Come to me, and you can control all the funding, connections, and resources."

"Don't let your extraordinary talent go to waste for a few tens of thousands of dollars in fixed salary."

"Follow me, and half of Jianghai City will be yours."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a screeching sound of tires rubbing erupted from the street below the coffee shop.

squeak--!

The sharp screech of brakes shattered the tranquility of the IFC financial center.

Three pure black bulletproof Maybachs, like three pitch-black steel behemoths.

They arbitrarily occupied the main road directly below the coffee shop.

Dozens of bodyguards in black suits opened the car door and uniformly set up a cordon.

The area around the coffee shop was completely blocked.

Passersby instinctively covered their mouths, afraid of making any noise.

This pomp and circumstance exuded an aura of absolute power, as if it held the power of life and death.

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked down through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the 68th floor.

Although there is a vertical distance of tens of meters between them.

But he recognized the middle car at a glance.

That was the most bulletproof car in the underground garage of Cloudtop Manor.

Before leaving home today, Uncle Fu asked him where he was going.

He casually remarked, "I'm meeting with a woman in the investment circle to discuss some business."

It seems that the news has reached the ears of the boss on the second floor exactly as it was told.

The doors of the Maybach were closed.

The bodyguards in the two cars in front and behind shielded the middle car from view.

No one dared to approach and disturb the people in the back seat.

Several seconds later, the privacy window of the middle car slowly lowered a gap about two fingers wide.

Behind the gap, a face was hidden tightly covered.

A large black mask covered most of his face.

A pair of large sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

Even the hood of his sweatshirt was pulled tightly over his head.

He was wrapped up like a heavily wanted criminal who couldn't be seen in the light of day.

But Chen Yuan still keenly caught the gaze behind the sunglasses.

That gaze pierced through all obstacles, fixed intently on the window seat on the second floor of the coffee shop.

To be precise, his eyes were fixed on Ye Qingcheng, who was smiling at Chen Yuan from the opposite side.

Even from this distance, Chen Yuan could still imagine what she looked like.

It must be huddled in the corner of the large leather seat.

She gripped the pillow tightly with both hands, her lips were bitten until they turned white, and even her breathing became erratic.

Ye Qingcheng followed Chen Yuan's gaze.

She certainly saw those three extremely arrogant Maybachs as well.

"You can't find many places in Jianghai City with this kind of extravagance."

Ye Qingcheng picked up her coffee and took a sip, her tone somewhat nonchalant.

"What, Mr. Chen, do you know any important figures among us?"

As she spoke, she reached out her hand, painted with bright red nail polish, toward the water glass that Chen Yuan had placed on the table.

The intention was to use this seemingly unintentional physical contact to shorten the distance between the two people.

Her fingertips were only one centimeter away from Chen Yuan's water glass.

Inside the Maybach downstairs.

The air was so cold it was almost freezing.

Shen Wanzhou stared intently at the remote monitoring screen on the tablet.

That was the interior of the coffee shop captured by the bodyguard using a high-definition camera.

When he saw the woman in the deep V-neck suit reach out her hand to Chen Yuan.

Shen Wanzhou's shoulders twitched suddenly.

She ripped off her sunglasses, revealing her captivating, watery eyes.

A faint red tinge of grievance and anger rose at the corners of her eyes.

That housekeeper was someone she bought for 100,000 yuan!

I make her sweet and sour pork ribs every day and heat up her meals.

She's even bought out his escape route, so why should other women get so close to him?

Normally, she would tremble with fear if anyone even glanced at her.

But now, I see women trying to seduce my personal butler.

The territorial instinct in this socially anxious kitten instantly overwhelmed its fear.

Shen Wanzhou's fair fingers gripped the specially made military-grade tablet tightly.

The knuckles turned pale from excessive force.

She bit her lower lip and switched to the surveillance footage.

It directly opened the highest-level operating terminal of the Shen family conglomerate.

Deal with people who dare to covet what belongs to her.

The thought process of a socially anxious girl is incredibly simple and straightforward.

Long, slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

Da da da.

Lines of financial instructions, each carrying terrifying destructive power, were input.

"Initiating the acquisition of Sequoia Capital's Asia-Pacific parent company."

"There is no upper limit to the funds; we will cut off all of their escape routes."

The cutthroat competition in the financial world depends entirely on the degree of her jealousy at this moment.

Billions of dollars flowed through her hands as casually as game currency.

Shen Wanzhou looked at the confirmation button on the screen.

Without even a second's hesitation, he pressed down hard.

After pressing the button, she acted like a child who had done something wrong.

He quickly pressed the window button and closed the gap.

She shrank back into the deepest part of the seat, covering her burning cheeks with her hands.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

But the thought of that red-lipped woman's humiliated expression made a slight smile involuntarily curl up at the corners of his mouth.

Inside the coffee shop.

Chen Yuan did not let Ye Qingcheng touch his cup.

He picked up the glass and drank the remaining ice water in one gulp.

The bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound.

"She's not a big shot."

Chen Yuan put down his cup, his voice carrying a hint of indulgence that even he himself didn't realize.

"She's a little cat who's too scared to even leave the house, but she's fiercely protective of her food."

Ye Qingcheng's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

The doting tone in those words was so strong that it made her feel a pang of jealousy.

"Mr. Chen, I advise you to think this through carefully..."

Om-!

Om-!

Ye Qingcheng hadn't finished speaking.

The phone on the table suddenly started vibrating violently, as if it had gone crazy.

The distinctive red alarm bell pierced the eardrums.

This is the highest-level emergency communication from Sequoia headquarters.

Ye Qingcheng frowned, her heart skipping a beat.

She picked up her phone and swiped to answer.

"This is Ye Qingcheng. What happened?"

What came from the other end of the phone was the almost out-of-control roar of the chairman of Sequoia Capital's headquarters.

"Hey, Ye Qingcheng! Which deity have you offended?!"

"Just one minute ago, an immeasurable amount of hot money flooded into the market!"

"Our defenses didn't even last ten seconds!"

The sound was so loud that even Chen Yuan, who was sitting opposite him, could hear it clearly.

The color drained from Ye Qingcheng's face the moment she heard those words.

It has faded completely.

Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her eyes, which were originally full of a desire to conquer, were now wide open.

It was filled with unbelievable panic.

The bone china coffee cup was knocked over by her elbow.

Brown coffee liquid spilled all over the table and dripped onto the expensive Hermès bag.

She, however, remained completely oblivious, like a wooden doll.

Ye Qingcheng's phone suddenly vibrated wildly. When she answered, her face turned deathly pale, and she screamed, "What did you say?! Our venture capital parent company was just forcibly acquired by the Shen Group?!"