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

The chilling, top-level command, carried by encrypted radio waves, tore through the stratosphere at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Less than ten minutes.

Thirty heavily armed helicopters, painted in jet black, descended over the primitive mountain range, where even roads had not yet been built, like a swarm of steel bees that blotted out the sky.

The propeller whipped up a violent gust of air, snapping the withered branches of the century-old tree.

The fully armed tactical squad rappelled down.

They were not carrying guns.

Wearing temperature-controlled sterile gloves, fingertips carefully parted the thorny bushes.

They were searching for that one wild plum in the sun, with the purest color and the perfect acidity.

This elaborate display, enough to start a small border war, was done simply to satisfy a pregnant woman's sudden craving.

Three hours later.

Genting Manor, Master Bedroom.

A wild sour plum covered with cold white frost is placed on a white jade carved porcelain plate.

It was brought to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

She bit through the thin, purplish-red peel.

A strong yet pure natural fruit acid, mixed with the crispness of alpine fir, explodes on the tip of the tongue.

The nausea that had been weighing on my chest all day was forcefully suppressed by this sour feeling.

She exhaled a long breath, and her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Chen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and used a tissue to wipe away a drop of juice that had gotten on her fingertips.

Seeing her finally relax as she slept, the man's hard jawline melted like spring water.

He threw the used tissue into the trash can.

It made a very light, crisp "click" sound.

But life in this manor is peaceful and serene.

But on the other side of the world, in the world of capital, a level twelve financial tsunami, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, was unleashed.

New York, Wall Street.

Under the dome of the Nasdaq trading floor, large electronic screens flashed wildly in alternating red and green.

"Buy! Buy the world's leading fresh food cold chain stock regardless of the cost!"

A blond trader ripped off his red tie.

He slammed his hands on the keyboard, knocking over the coffee cup and spilling brown liquid all over the carpet.

"Star Ventures' overseas account just forcibly acquired three major high-altitude orchards in South America at a premium!"

"They even bought out three intercontinental routes!"

The first hour after the news broke.

The top actuaries on Wall Street were all buried in data models, trying to decipher Star Ventures' "grand strategy".

"They must be planning a global monopoly on high-end agriculture!"

"This is a devastating blow to the food supply chain in Europe and America!"

Dozens of executives from wealthy families, dressed in bespoke suits, were arguing fiercely in the conference room.

until.

A front-page article in the Wall Street Journal was like a depth charge, shattering everyone's financial worldview.

Shocking! The Truth Behind Strange Movements at Star Capital: The Empress of the Shen Conglomerate is Pregnant!

The accompanying image is a blurry photo of a hospital road closure, along with a screenshot of Star Ventures' massive air freight purchase orders.

The entire Western financial world fell into a deathly silence for ten minutes upon seeing this news.

Goldman Sachs' top-level risk control center.

Chief analyst Jones stared at the large screen.

Cold sweat dripped down his high, straight nose and landed on his bow tie.

With trembling hands, he overlaid the recent two-week funding flow of Star Venture Capital with Shen Wanzhou's "pregnancy timeline".

The two curves overlapped at an astonishing 100%!

"Last Wednesday, Ms. Shen complained about the noise from the helicopter..."

Jones swallowed hard, his throat making a hoarse, gurgling sound.

"Star Ventures swept up all the shares of the world's top three silent environmental protection materials companies in half an hour."

"The entire soundproofing building materials sector hit its daily limit up on that day."

"The day before yesterday, Ms. Shen experienced severe morning sickness and was sensitive to the smell of seafood..."

Another vice president's legs went weak, and he slumped into his chair.

"Star Ventures forced the closure of several of Europe's largest deep-sea fishing grounds, causing the stock prices of seafood companies to plummet by 40 percent."

"And today!"

Jones pointed to the red candlestick line that shot straight up into the sky on the screen.

"Just because Ms. Shen wanted to eat a bite of unpolluted wild plum."

"The market capitalization of the global organic fruit sector and the high-precision climate satellite company tripled in two hours!"

absurd.

funny.

Yet it carries a chilling sense of capitalist crushing power.

This group of Wall Street tycoons who consider themselves to control the lifeline of the world economy.

He racked his brains and used supercomputers to simulate countless business plans day and night.

in the end.

It turned out to be just the occasional frown and pregnancy symptoms of that Eastern woman living in the manor in Jianghai City!

One of her sneezes.

That could completely wipe out a massive multinational industry.

Her appetite.

They were able to elevate a niche sector on the verge of bankruptcy to the top of the world.

Jianghai City, Xingchen Venture Capital Headquarters Building.

Wang Kai slumped in the leather sofa.

His 200-pound body was trembling like an electric sieve.

He held two hot business phones in his left hand.

The incoming call notification sounded like a death knell.

"Mr. Wang! Seven top investment banks on Wall Street called, wanting to know what Chairman Shen would like to eat for breakfast tomorrow!"

The assistant scrambled into the office, forgetting to even knock.

"They said they'd pay a billion US dollars to buy Chairman Shen's daily meal plans!"

Wang Kai slapped himself on the forehead.

It made a crisp "snap" sound.

"Screw the recipe!"

The fat man stared at the stock market index, which was completely red, on the screen, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"How am I supposed to know what my sister-in-law wants to eat tomorrow? Brother Yuan won't even let me near the kitchen door now!"

Genting Manor, Master Bedroom.

There are no harsh telephone rings here.

There is no candlestick chart with alternating red and green lines.

The only sound was a slight hissing sound as the humidifier emitted a fine, cool mist.

Chen Yuan sat on a soft stool on the edge of the bed.

He was wearing a soft, dark gray cashmere sweater.

Her long, slender legs stretched out freely.

He held a sharp silver ceramic knife in his right hand.

I'm peeling a green Australian apple that just arrived by air.

The fruit peels formed a thin, even line that hung down to the edge of the trash can.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the headboard piled high with pillows.

With the sour plum in his mouth, his complexion finally regained some vitality.

She looked down at the man's profile as he focused on peeling fruit.

Those cold, hard eyes melted into a tenderness that could drown you, under the warm yellow wall lamp.

"Is it tasty?"

Chen Yuan put down the knife.

Take out a wet wipe and wipe the juice off your fingers.

He kept his voice very low, afraid of disturbing her nerves which had just calmed down.

"It's sour."

Shen Wanzhou pouted.

A bright smile appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

She shrank deeper into the blankets, her two soft, white feet gently rubbing against his leg under the covers.

"But my phone just sent a notification saying..."

She picked up the tablet next to her and swiped her finger across the screen.

"Because of this sour plum, fruit futures prices in Europe have gone crazy."

"Chen Yuan, am I being too extravagant?"

Her voice was soft, with a touch of sleepy innocence.

She is clearly a female tyrant who controls a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

At this moment, she resembled a little girl who had stolen some candy and was afraid of being scolded.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

The vibrations in the chest cavity were transmitted through a layer of air.

He reached out and took the tablet from her hand.

The screen was placed face down on the bedside table.

"The money is printed so you can squander it."

He leaned forward slightly.

His warm breath brushed against her small earlobe.

It stirred a subtle shiver.

"Even if you want to buy the moon tomorrow and play with it like marbles, I'll have Wang Kai calculate the cost of orbital deflection."

They are so domineering that they have no bottom line.

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks instantly flushed with a vibrant sunset glow.

A blush spread from behind the ears all the way to the collarbone.

She bit her lower lip, pulled the corner of the blanket over her face with both hands, and covered the lower half of her face.

Only a pair of eyes, curved like crescent moons, were visible.

"Then I want to eat a green apple..."

She made her request in a muffled voice.

"it is good."

Chen Yuan picked up the sliced ​​apple pieces.

It was held firmly to her lips with a pure silver fruit stick.

The couple peacefully shared a piece of fruit in their bedroom.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

The advanced financial research center on Wall Street has completely descended into madness.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Hundreds of top Wall Street financial analysts.

Delete all the "Federal Reserve interest rate hike models" and "non-farm payroll data analysis libraries" that have been used for decades with a single click.

Chief Analyst Jones stood in front of the control panel.

His bespoke suit, worth over a hundred thousand US dollars, was soaked with cold sweat and clung stickily to his spine.

His blond hair was turned into a bird's nest.

His eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.

My fingers are frantically typing in the brand new code box.

"Quick! Input the weather satellite data into the model!"

Jones roared in a hoarse voice.

"The temperature in Jianghai City will drop by two degrees tomorrow; pregnant women may feel cold!"

"Immediately invest heavily in stocks of the world's top cashmere and underfloor heating equipment companies!"

One of his deputies, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the carpet.

"Sir, Star Venture Capital just acquired an Indonesian island known for its bird's nests..."

"Chase!"

Jones slammed his hand down on the mug, shattering it and spilling coffee everywhere.

"Close all short positions and go all in on the high-end health supplement sector!"

He looked up.

Looking at the newly created data trend chart on the big screen.

The label is densely covered with absurd indicators such as "temperature", "pregnancy nausea index", and "noise level".

This is not finance at all.

This is speculating on the will of the gods.

Jones's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the expensive Persian carpet in the hall.

Tears mixed with cold sweat streamed down his high, straight nose.

He stared intently at the agricultural product K-line chart, which had been revived because Shen Wanzhou had eaten a sour plum.

Watching the market's wild fluctuations, a top Wall Street financial analyst burst into tears and revised his risk management model: "My God! From today onwards, our investment compass will no longer be the Federal Reserve, but Ms. Shen's pregnancy mood!"