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

Shen Wanzhou looked at the piece of fish belly meat in the bowl, which was covered with bright red sauce.

Her long eyelashes fluttered twice, and a hint of confusion lingered in her clear, peach-blossom eyes.

Bankrupt?

These two words were as foreign to her as some kind of alien language, as she was a chaebol heiress who had grown up at the top of the pyramid.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Yuan opposite her.

The man's well-defined profile exuded a sense of ease, but his deep eyes held no hint of a joke.

Shen Wanzhou didn't ask anything.

She obediently lowered her head and bit into the piece of fish.

Who cares who goes bankrupt? As long as I can still taste this crispy, sweet and sour fish skin, that's all that matters.

Even if the sky were to fall in the outside world, this man on the other side would be there to hold it up.

She chewed slowly, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

Seeing her so focused on preparing the food, Chen Yuan's hardened heart softened like a pool of spring water.

The afternoon sun had a touch of languor.

The Digital Port near the University Town in Jianghai City was bustling with activity.

The warm breeze of early spring blows through the streets, carrying with it the scent of street food and the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

Chen Yuan walked out of the revolving door of an office building, one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

In his other hand, he was carrying a solid black shockproof metal box.

This contains top-of-the-line server components that he just had custom-made by an acquaintance.

Although the Lin family's firewall was destroyed.

But he himself needs to build a completely new dark web defense hub.

It was used to hold the huge flow of funds in his offshore accounts.

"Senior Chen Yuan?"

A woman's voice, deliberately high-pitched, suddenly rang out from the side and behind.

It has a cloyingly sweet and somewhat pungent smell, like cheap perfume.

Chen Yuan stopped and turned around.

What catches the eye is a young girl wearing a white pleated skirt and knee-high socks.

Qin Xue.

A junior from the Finance Department of Jianghai University.

Back when Chen Yuan was helping Lin Qinghan write code in the school's computer lab, this junior student always liked to come over and borrow her lesson plans.

On the surface, he pretends to be innocent and harmless, but in reality, he's a womanizer who casts countless nets.

Qin Xue, wearing a pair of white chunky sneakers, jogged up to her.

The hem of her skirt fluttered in a deliberate arc in the spring breeze.

"Senior, it really is you! I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."

She raised her face, which was covered in a delicate, natural-looking makeup, and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

His gaze, however, swept over Chen Yuan quickly, like a radar.

Chen Yuan was still wearing the same butler uniform.

Although well-tailored, it lacks any obvious luxury brand logos.

A barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed across Qin Xue's eyes.

It had already spread throughout the circle that Lin Qinghan dumped Chen Yuan on the day they got their marriage certificate.

This senior, once considered a genius by his finance professor, has now fallen so low as to work as a nanny in a wealthy neighborhood.

"What's up?"

Chen Yuan's voice was as flat as water, not even bothering to add a single extra punctuation mark.

Qin Xue didn't feel awkward at all and closed the distance between them on her own.

The air between the two was less than half a meter.

The cheap perfume smell went straight into Chen Yuan's collar.

"Senior, I've heard about what happened between you and Senior Lin."

Qin Xue put on a heartbroken expression, her eyes slightly red.

"Senior Lin is going too far. You're so good to her, how can she not cherish you?"

As she spoke, she turned and ran toward the popular bubble tea shop with the pink sign behind her.

That's the hottest chain brand in the university town right now, "Sweetheart Love".

Less than two minutes later, Qin Xue ran back carrying two beautifully packaged pink milk teas.

The cup also has two red hearts printed on it, joined together.

This is definitely a special edition for couples.

"Senior, you must be thirsty after standing here for so long?"

Qin Xue stretched out her hand, which was painted with glittery nail polish, and forcefully shoved one of the strawberry boba milk tea cups into Chen Yuan's hand.

Chen Yuan flicked his wrist, avoiding her touch.

The cup of milk tea hung in mid-air, neither to be handed over nor to be taken back.

Qin Xue bit her lower lip, putting on a wronged expression.

"Senior, are you still heartbroken over Senior Lin?"

Actually... I think you're doing pretty well now.

She took a step forward, her body almost touching Chen Yuan's arm.

"Being a housekeeper may not sound nice, but a man who knows how to take care of people is the most considerate."

"I recently opened a financial studio."

"Senior, if you're not happy with your job, why don't you become my personal assistant?"

Across the street.

A Maybach with a completely black privacy film was parked quietly under the shade of a tree.

in the driver's seat.

Uncle Fu was holding a thermos and a DSLR camera with a telephoto lens.

Click.

The shutter made a faint sound.

In the shot, Qin Xue is looking up, her pink couple's milk tea almost touching Chen Yuan's chest.

Uncle Fu snorted coldly.

His withered fingers tapped the camera screen a few times.

The photos were sent intact to an encrypted cloud album.

"You little brat, don't you know your place? How dare you try to steal our young lady's boyfriend in the street?"

In the completely dark master bedroom on the second floor of Cloud Top Manor.

The cold light from the phone screen shone on Shen Wanzhou's fair face.

In the center of the screen was the high-definition candid photo that Uncle Fu had just sent back.

In the photo, the girl in the pleated skirt is smiling broadly.

The milk tea in my hand, with its red heart print, was extremely glaring.

Shen Wanzhou's breathing instantly became erratic.

My chest felt tight, like a saturated sponge had been stuffed inside.

She regarded the Pikachu plushie in her arms as her imaginary enemy.

The fair, delicate index finger repeatedly and firmly poked Pikachu's forehead.

A layer of paleness appeared on his knuckles.

"They're giving away milk tea...and pink of it..."

She muttered softly, biting her full lower lip.

A deep tooth mark was left on her lower lip, which was flushed with a hint of grievance.

That housekeeper belongs to her.

He made food that she could eat alone, and he absolutely could not accept anything from anyone else!

Once the socially awkward kitten's territorial instincts are triggered.

The consequence is a pure crushing defeat due to financial power.

Shen Wanzhou threw away the innocent-looking pillow.

He grabbed the military-grade tablet computer from the bedside table.

Fair fingers danced wildly across the screen.

"Check out the parent company of the 'Sweetheart Love' milk tea shop in the photo."

"I need to see the full acquisition contract within five minutes."

"Tell them that from now on, all stores of this brand must immediately cease operations for rectification."

"Exclusively supplied to Genting Manor".

The moment the command was issued.

An invisible hurricane swept through the entire commercial network of Jianghai City.

The Shen family conglomerate's acquisition team was like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood.

With an endless cash flow, they smashed open the door to the headquarters of that milk tea brand.

Digital Port Street.

Qin Xue is still putting on a show of her devoted and affectionate persona.

"Senior, I've actually been following you ever since I first entered university."

Her voice was so soft it seemed to melt your heart.

Those innocent, droopy eyes stared intently at Chen Yuan's cold profile.

"I don't mind your current status, nor do I mind that you've been married before."

"I just want you to give me a chance to take care of you..."

boom!

The glass door of the milk tea shop was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

The welcoming wind chimes hanging on the door emitted a series of chaotic and mournful screams.

A middle-aged man in a store manager's uniform rushed out, covered in sweat.

He was running so fast that he stumbled and almost knelt on the steps.

There wasn't even time to straighten the glasses that were crooked.

He spotted Qin Xue standing at the bottom of the steps, holding a cup of strawberry milk tea in her hand.

The store manager rushed down the steps in three quick steps.

He snatched the pink milk tea from Qin Xue's hand.

The rough handling caused a few drops of milk tea to spill, splashing onto Qin Xue's white pleated skirt.

Qin Xue screamed in fright and took two steps back.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

Qin Xue glared angrily at the store manager, her carefully maintained ladylike image instantly shattered.

"I paid for this! Believe me or not, I'll file a complaint against you!"

The store manager hastily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with the terror of surviving a disaster.

He didn't even glance at Qin Xue, his hands tightly gripping the cup of milk tea.

Just as the female student was about to confess her feelings, the bubble tea shop manager rushed out, sweating profusely, and snatched the cup away: "Sorry, our brand was just fully acquired by the Shen Group, and now we only supply to Yunding Manor!"