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

The Maybach's V12 engine let out a deep roar.

The heavy vehicle rolled over a deep pothole at the edge of the road.

The black rubber tires cut through the puddles without mercy, splashing up a cloud of murky mud half a person's height.

Splash!

The cold, foul-smelling muddy water splattered all over Lin Qinghan's face.

Mud and sand filled her eyes and trickled down her pale cheeks.

She knelt in the torrential rain, too weak to even lift her hand to wipe it away.

My vision was blurred by the muddy water, turning into a murky, dark yellow.

The two scarlet taillights cast two afterimages in the rain.

It didn't even turn on its brake lights before disappearing completely at the end of the street.

It took away the last bit of warmth she could rely on in this world.

cold.

The cold air felt like rusty steel saws, cutting back and forth between her bones.

The cramping pain in her stomach made her curl up in agony.

She lay prone in the mud, her fingers digging desperately into the rough asphalt.

A fingernail broke, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed into the iron grate of the sewer.

The man who once cherished her so much that he was afraid of dropping her didn't even brake when he ran over a puddle next to her.

This is true detachment, a disregard that doesn't even deign to give hatred.

Despair was like an airtight black net, tightly strangling her neck.

Lin Qinghan opened her mouth and vomited a mouthful of acidic bile.

The spasms in her stomach drained her of her last bit of strength.

Suddenly everything went black, and she collapsed unconscious on the cold road like a tattered rag.

Occasionally, passing vehicles would splash up even more mud and water.

Not a single car was willing to stop for this disheveled woman.

In Jianghai City, a place rife with fame and fortune, losing wealth and powerful backers means being worse off than a stray dog ​​on the street.

The night at Genting Manor is so quiet that you can hear the rustling of the falling plane tree leaves.

Unlike the raging storms outside, the temperature here is constant and the humidity is constant, exuding a sense of tranquil seclusion.

Chen Yuan pushed open the door to the butler's suite.

He placed a black briefcase filled with top-of-the-line server components on the solid wood desk.

The metal latch popped open, revealing neatly arranged microchips inside.

These accessories are enough for him to set up a ghost base station on the dark web that no one can find.

It can not only intercept all malicious attacks targeting the Shen family conglomerate.

They can also follow the clues to directly counterattack those hackers hiding in the shadows.

This was a return gift he was preparing to give to the boss upstairs.

Since she's been living off someone else's money, she should at least protect her from those unclean online snoops.

Chen Yuan took off his slightly damp suit jacket and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

Loosen the tie and unbutton the top two buttons of the shirt.

His broad shoulders cast a cold, hard silhouette under the warm-colored wall lamp.

I was just about to go to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

The old cell phone lying on the bedside table buzzed twice.

The screen lit up, casting a small patch of cold white light in the dimly lit room.

Chen Yuan walked over and picked up his phone.

The sender was still that encrypted number without a profile picture.

The message contained only one line of text, without even a single punctuation mark.

"I want to eat a French black truffle Napoleon cake, now."

It was even followed by an angry kitten emoji, which was quite unusual for it.

Chen Yuan looked at the words on the screen and the emoji with a claw waving, his brows slightly raised.

Normally, this socially anxious cat would spend ages mentally preparing himself before ordering even a simple fried egg.

Today, for the first time ever, she took the initiative to order food, and her words revealed an unreasonable and spoiled attitude.

French black truffle Napoleon.

This stuff requires three hours of repeated folding and refrigeration just for the puff pastry step.

The layers of dough and butter need to be precise to the millimeter.

In addition, there's the complicated process of making black truffle custard.

Making such a request in the middle of the night is clearly just making things difficult for people.

The scene from earlier that day on the roadside in the university town flashed through Chen Yuan's mind.

The junior student in the miniskirt handed me a cup of hot milk tea in a sweet voice.

Although the bodyguard immediately snatched the milk tea and threw it into the trash can.

But this food-grubbing cat clearly saw the whole thing from inside the Maybach.

I'd been holding my anger in all afternoon, and now I finally couldn't take it anymore and it exploded.

This is using this as an excuse to assert sovereignty.

Chen Yuan leaned against the headboard, a low, muffled laugh escaping his throat.

This possessiveness is actually adorably domineering.

My fingers flew across the screen a few times.

"It's too late, and the puff pastry is all butter; it's hard to digest."

I'll make it for you tomorrow morning, go to sleep early.

Click send.

He placed his phone face down on the bedside table, turned, and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, and the warm water washed away the chill that had seeped into my bones.

Water droplets slid down his muscular abs and landed on the tiles.

I was still thinking about where to buy black truffles tomorrow.

This rich woman's tastes are getting more and more discerning.

However, this nurturing, feeding-like feeling isn't bad at all.

After taking a shower, Chen Yuan changed into a loose gray loungewear set.

He walked towards the outer living room while drying his still-dripping hair with a towel.

In the stillness of the night, you could hear a pin drop in the manor.

As he reached the suite door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Chen Yuan's five senses are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Through the heavy solid wood door, he caught a subtle sound that didn't belong in this room.

Suck.

It sounded like someone was trying hard to hold back a sneeze.

It also sounded like someone trying to suck back their snot.

The voice was very soft and intermittent, revealing an overwhelming sense of grievance.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the carpet, it was stuck to the outside of his door panel.

Chen Yuan casually draped the towel he was using to dry his hair around his neck.

His gaze fell on the tightly closed door.

This thief has gotten really bold, sneaking into the doorway of his butler's suite to steal food?

He tiptoed to the door.

Long, slender fingers gripped the cold metal doorknob and pressed down sharply.

Click.

The door opened inwards.

The dim light from the wall lamps in the corridor poured in, illuminating the carpet outside the door.

Chen Yuan looked down, and his hands froze completely.

In the shadows at the corner of the corridor, a soft, pink dumpling was crouching.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a flannel pajama set with a peach pattern.

The thick downy fur wrapped her already petite body tightly.

The hood of the onesie pajamas hung loosely on her head, and her two pink ears drooped softly.

She was clutching the giant SpongeBob SquarePants pillow tightly in her arms.

The knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the bluish veins on the back of the hand were faintly visible.

She curled up into a small ball, her chin resting on the edge of the cushion.

Upon hearing the door open, the pink dumpling visibly trembled.

She slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were red and swollen, like those of a rabbit that had suffered a great injustice.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, her vision already blurred by them.

The tip of his nose was also red from the cold.

Golden beans were falling one after another.

It hit the SpongeBob SquarePants yellow smiley face pillow.

Dark water stains spread out, and even the plush of the cushion was soaked into clumps.

This is a female billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of billions, known for her ruthless and decisive actions in the business world.

At this moment, I feel like a little girl in kindergarten who didn't get any candy.

She bit her lower lip, desperately trying not to cry out.

Because he was holding it in so hard, his thin shoulders twitched and his breathing trembled.

Looking at her miserable appearance, Chen Yuan felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by a soft hand.

There's not a shred of a housekeeper's principles and bottom line left.

The rationality I had just expressed in the text message—refusing to make a late-night snack—instantly shattered into pieces in the face of these sweet words.

This girl usually doesn't even dare to leave her room.

Today, I actually walked through the long corridor, found my way to his door, and squatted down to cry.

Chen Yuan sighed, squatted down, and brought his eyes to her level.

"What are you doing here? Don't you know the carpet is cold?"

Chen Yuan took the towel off his neck and casually draped it over her thin shoulders.

The towel still carried the warmth and scent of soap from his recent shower.

He spoke very softly, afraid that if he raised his voice, he would scare the cat, which was made of water, away.

Shen Wanzhou sniffed her bright red nose.

Her voice had a strong nasal tone and was so soft and sweet that it trembled slightly.

"I'm hungry..."

She buried her face halfway in the cushion, only her wet eyes showing as she looked at him.

A tear, about to fall, still clung to the corner of her eye.

"I want to eat a Napoleon."

Chen Yuan watched as her white knuckles gripped the pillow tightly.

"Didn't I say I'd make it tomorrow morning? Eating something high in sugar and fat in the middle of the night will only cause stomach pain tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wanzhou's eyes welled up with tears.

She puffed out her cheeks and shook her head repeatedly.

"The milk tea from outside isn't clean; it'll give you a stomachache if you drink it."

This seemingly random sentence brought the grudge from earlier that day into the open.

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but reach out and rub the hood of her pajamas.

"The bodyguards threw away all the milk tea they didn't drink; didn't you see?"

Shen Wanzhou paused for a moment.

She secretly glanced up to observe Chen Yuan's expression.

She noticed a smile in his eyes, indicating that he didn't think she was being unreasonable.

Two delicate white fingers grabbed SpongeBob's corner and tugged hard.

"That person is too close to you..."

She muttered under her breath, with a hint of pushing her luck.

"And you didn't even look at me in the car today."

As she spoke, she gently rubbed her head against the soap-scented towel.

This subconscious act of intimacy seems to be a declaration of a certain exclusive territory.

This straightforward grievance ignited the flame of indulgence within Chen Yuan.

It turns out this girl not only gets jealous, but she also holds grudges later.

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't speak, tears welled up in her peach blossom eyes again.

Her lips trembled slightly, and tears were ready to spill over again at any moment.

Chen Yuan finally understood.

This isn't some aloof tycoon; this is clearly a little devil who's figured out his weaknesses.

Taking advantage of their inability to refuse, they're trying to cheat when ordering food online.

They had it figured out perfectly.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his rough fingertips.

The skin touched by her fingertips was scalding hot, causing Shen Wanzhou's eyelashes to tremble violently a few times.

Chen Yuan sighed helplessly and reached out to pinch the back of her pajamas collar: "Stop pretending to cry, go to the dining room and sit properly, I'll go knead the dough now."