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

"Chen Yuan...can you eat with me today?"

The small hand clutching the hem of the suit jacket was white at the knuckles.

Through the fabric, her fingertips crumpled Chen Yuan's once-smooth hem into a deep crease.

The warm light from the corridor shone on Shen Wanzhou's flushed cheeks.

Her eyelashes trembled nervously, betraying the turmoil of anxiety in her heart.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on her misty, peach-blossom eyes.

That usually hidden smile slowly spread across the corner of his eyes.

Even he himself didn't realize that his voice had softened several degrees.

"it is good."

He nodded, holding the steaming French soufflé in one hand.

With his other hand, he gently pushed open the mahogany door, a symbol of absolute defense against social anxiety.

Shen Wanzhou, like a frightened little animal, immediately turned half her body to the side.

Make way for Chen Yuan to enter the house.

As you step over that threshold, a sweet, refreshing peach aroma wafts towards you.

This private bedroom of Jianghai City's richest woman was completely unexpected by Chen Yuan.

There are no luxurious European crystal chandeliers, no cold art sculptures.

The heavy blackout curtains completely blocked out the outside light.

Only a few warm yellow ground lights remain, creating a sense of security and isolation from the world.

The custom-made display cases on all four sides of the room are filled with rare and out-of-print anime figurines.

The carpet was piled with anime-themed body pillows of various sizes.

There were even a few half-opened snack boxes scattered casually next to the leather sofa.

Chen Yuan walked to a small round table covered with a white cashmere blanket and put down the baking dish.

The golden-yellow crust of the soufflé still exudes a rich milky aroma.

Shen Wanzhou followed closely behind him, always keeping a distance of about two steps.

She slowly moved across the round table and sat down, wearing bunny slippers.

His hands were neatly placed on his knees, and his back was ramrod straight.

Like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to give out candy.

Chen Yuan pulled out a chair, sat down, and handed over a small pure silver spoon.

"Eat it while it's hot, otherwise it'll just be unbearably sweet."

Shen Wanzhou glanced at him quickly, then lowered her head and took the spoon.

The tip of the metal spoon pierced the golden-yellow skin.

The soft, cloud-like cake base inside, steaming hot, bursts out.

She scooped out a small spoonful and put it in her mouth.

The moment her tongue touched that melt-in-your-mouth sweetness, her eyes lit up instantly.

It's like two tiny stars are hidden inside, even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seems to come alive.

The soft flesh on both sides of the cheeks bulged slightly from chewing.

One spoonful after another, his movements were as fast as a hamster hoarding food.

She completely forgot the nervousness she felt when inviting Chen Yuan into the house, and her attention was entirely focused on the food.

Chen Yuan sat opposite him, resting his chin on one hand.

His gaze fell on the corner of her mouth, which was smeared with a little sugar, and he didn't say anything to disturb her.

Shen Wanzhou reluctantly put down her spoon only after the baking dish was empty.

"Is it good?" Chen Yuan suddenly asked.

Shen Wanzhou was startled, and her fingers tightened abruptly as she gripped the spoon.

She swallowed the cake in her mouth hastily and nodded repeatedly.

The blush at the base of her ears spread down her neck.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Chen Yuan picked up the glass on the table and poured her a glass of warm water.

The glass was pushed to her side.

Shen Wanzhou picked up the cup, covering half of her face, only revealing her eyes as she secretly sized him up.

Chen Yuan didn't eat a single bite of the late-night snack, yet he felt his stomach was completely full.

The satisfaction of quietly feeding the animals is more reassuring than earning billions.

The next morning.

The early spring sunlight filters through the French plane tree leaves of the Cloud Top Manor.

Dappled shadows fell on the carpet.

Chen Yuan had just brewed a pot of black coffee and carried the white porcelain cup to the open-air balcony on the second floor.

Before he could even take the first sip...

A series of harsh curses came from the heavy, black and gold carved iron gate surrounding the manor.

The sound was shrill, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, shattering the tranquility of the morning.

"Get out of my way! Do you know who I am?"

"That little bastard Chen Yuan is hiding inside! Tell him to get out here and see me!"

Chen Yuan's hand, holding the cup, froze in mid-air.

I lowered my eyes and looked in the direction the sound came from.

Outside the iron gate, a ride-hailing car covered in mud was parked.

Wang Guilan, wearing a wrinkled dark red trench coat, was pointing at the manor gate and cursing loudly.

Her usually proud, elegant updo was now disheveled and plastered to her scalp.

A few strands of dry, yellow hair flew wildly in the wind.

Her high heels splashed dirty water all over her legs as she stepped into the muddy puddle left from last night.

Two burly bodyguards in black stood like two walls blocking the entrance.

Wang Guilan stood with her hands on her hips, spitting everywhere.

Through the crack in the iron gate, she greedily peered at the fountain and French-style lawn in the manor.

Jealousy burned in her eyes.

"Chen Yuan! You ungrateful wretch who eats your own flesh and blood!"

"Our Lin family has provided you with food and shelter for five whole years!"

"Now that the company's run into a little trouble, you just pack your bags and come running to be someone else's dog?"

"Have you forgotten how well Qinghan used to feed you?!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing across the empty manor avenue.

It was as if they were afraid the neighbors wouldn't hear them.

"You lowly scum, do you even deserve to live in Cloud Top Manor?"

"Qinghan is so sick he can't even get out of bed! And you've ruined the company, it's almost bankrupt!"

"Fix that lousy code right now!"

"Take out another 20 million in cash and send Qinghan to the best hospital!"

"Did you hear me! Don't think you can hide inside like a coward and get away with it!"

These words exuded an air of self-righteousness and condescension.

It was as if Chen Yuan owed the Lin family a blood debt from eight generations ago.

Chen Yuan leaned against the European-style stone railing on the balcony.

A gentle breeze ruffled the collar of his black shirt.

He stared blankly at the woman below, who looked like a clown jumping around.

I can't even muster the energy to refute a single word.

The Lin family's mindset is forever stuck on taking and giving orders.

Even when facing death, he still couldn't shake off that arrogant and condescending attitude.

He picked up his coffee cup and took a slow, deliberate sip.

The bitter liquid slid down his throat, and his eyes were as cold as stones in an ice cellar.

Twenty million in cash? To fix the code?

Lin Qinghan spent 100 million on the dark web to beg someone yesterday, and today she sends an old woman to cause trouble here.

What a disgusting farce.

Wang Guilan cursed outside the door for a long time, but Chen Yuan on the second-floor balcony didn't even give her a proper look.

He was so angry that he trembled all over, his nails digging into his palms.

"Stop pretending to be dead! You think you can get away with hiding inside?"

"There's definitely illicit money in this house! If you don't give me the money today, I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

The two bodyguards in black standing at the gate exchanged a glance, their eyes full of disdain.

"Ma'am, this is private property. Please get out of here immediately."

The bodyguard's voice was cold and hard, carrying an undeniable warning.

When she heard the bodyguard call her an old lady, Wang Guilan completely lost her temper.

"You lackey! Who do you think you are to dare insult me?"

"Open the door right now! Can you afford to compensate us for delaying the Lin family's important event?!"

Wang Guilan reached out to push the bodyguard in the chest, attempting to force her way in.

Just as her hand was about to touch the bodyguard's suit.

The manor's large iron gate suddenly emitted a dull electronic unlocking sound.

The small door was pushed open.

A large, calloused hand emerged from the side like an iron clamp.

Security captain Eagle strode out of the access control room.

He was nearly two meters tall, and his muscles made his black suit bulge.

The scar on his face, running from his brow bone to the side of his cheek, exuded a bloody aura that made one's legs go weak.

"Noisy."

The eagle didn't even glance at her.

A large, fan-like hand precisely grabbed Wang Guilan by the back of her neck.

The collar of that dark red trench coat was instantly torn into a ball.

The fabric made a tearing sound as it struggled to withstand the strain.

Wang Guilan's usually well-maintained neck had a noticeable red mark left by rough fingers.

"Ah—! What are you doing! Let go!"

Wang Guilan let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The eagle's arm muscles bulged suddenly as he exerted force with one hand.

Wang Guilan, who weighs over 100 pounds, was lifted up by him as if she were an old hen waiting to be slaughtered.

His feet instantly left the ground, kicking futilely in mid-air.

One of her high heels fell off during the struggle and hit the iron gate.

"Help! Murder! You lawless bastards!"

Wang Guilan's face turned purple as she desperately tried to grab the eagle's arm with both hands.

The hand with long fingernails scratched several white marks on the back of the eagle's hand.

But the eagle's arm was as hard as a steel plate, and it didn't budge.

The suffocating feeling in her neck left her too weak to even curse.

It could only open its mouth wide, like a dead fish suffocating on the shore.

A hissing sound came from his throat.

Chen Yuan stood on the second-floor balcony and quietly watched the whole farce unfold.

The coffee in the cup was empty.

He turned around, not giving the people downstairs another second glance.

Seeing too many scoundrels like this only pollutes the air of the manor.

Staying here will only affect his mood to make breakfast for the boss.

The ride-hailing driver was so frightened that he hid behind the steering wheel, not daring to even breathe.

He didn't care whether the crazy woman lived or died, and stepped on the gas, driving the car ten meters away.

Eagle carried Wang Guilan and strode to the roadside outside the gate.

The muddy puddles left by last night's heavy rain still gleamed with a murky yellow light.

A few rotten leaves and cigarette butts floated in the puddle.

It emitted a foul, fishy odor.

Looking at the puddle, Wang Guilan finally revealed genuine fear in her eyes.

She shook her head desperately, making muffled pleas for mercy.

But there was no pity in the eagle's eyes.

He stretched his arm back, gathering all his strength.

He suddenly swung forward.

The eagle, like throwing a sack of stinking garbage, slammed Wang Guilan heavily into the muddy puddle outside the door: "If you dare to dirty the threshold of the manor again, I'll break your legs."