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

Chen Xingye closed the heavy manuscript.

The heavy leather cover cast a dark shadow on the mahogany desk.

His chest heaved violently as he inhaled a breath of cold air.

He murmured to himself as he looked out the window at his grandfather trimming roses for his grandmother.

"Grandpa's methods of spoiling his wife back then were so outrageous that they made my scalp tingle."

The wind swirled up the red rose petals outside the window.

It spun in mid-air.

As your gaze follows these fallen petals, you are drawn into a vortex of reversed time and space.

The surrounding scenery was peeling away inch by inch.

It has reverted to the style of Genting Manor from decades ago.

late at night.

The core control room is located on the second basement level.

The cold, bluish light shone on Chen Yuan's hard jawline.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of ozone from the high-speed operation of the liquid-cooled servers.

On a huge curved screen.

Hundreds of overseas "red" IPs attempting to breach Star Venture Capital's defenses are like a swarm of piranhas that have smelled blood.

It frantically tore at the edges of the firewall.

These long-oppressed black money groups attempted to take advantage of Chen Yuan's absence during childbirth to seize a piece of the pie.

Chen Yuan braced himself against the edge of the metal control panel with one hand.

The right index finger is hovering above the Enter key.

His dark eyes held no extraneous emotions, only the indifference of looking at a pile of dead objects.

He slammed his fingers down.

"Smack."

A crisp clanging sound rang out from the shafts.

The green code on the screen transformed into a giant, meat-grinding net.

A swift counterattack.

The last three hacker nodes hidden in North American deep-water ports went black on the spot.

The alarm data stream, representing physical meltdown, relentlessly flowed back along the undersea fiber optic cable.

All that remained was a screen full of gray-white gibberish, a sign that the system was dead.

Those scoundrels who hide in the shadows and do dirty tricks.

He didn't even get to the edge of the rooftop before he was prematurely sent to the cyber graveyard.

The cold light from the screen dimmed.

The only sound in the entire computer room was the low hum of the exhaust fans.

Chen Yuan stood up.

His tall, imposing figure stirred up a gentle breeze carrying an aura of killing intent.

He walked into the separate decontamination room next to the central control room.

The sensor faucet dispenses warm water.

It crashed into the steel water tank with a splash.

He squeezed out a large amount of unscented hand sanitizer.

The pads of the fingers, the space between the thumb and index finger, and the crevices between the nails.

It was scraped back and forth three times by a rough nylon brush.

The fine white foam carried away all the hostility he had picked up in the digital world.

The skin on the back of my hand was rubbed until it turned a raw, reddish blush.

After confirming that only a clean, cool, natural soap scent remains on your fingertips.

Chen Yuan turned off the water valve.

I grabbed a pure white towel and wiped every drop of water clean.

He casually tossed the towel into the recycling bin.

Push open the heavy, soundproof oak door.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

The indoor temperature is kept constant at 26 degrees Celsius.

The scent of chamomile aromatherapy was like a soft net, instantly catching the lingering chill and hardness around him.

Chen Yuan slowed his pace.

The thick cashmere carpet absorbed all his footsteps.

The retro wall lamp by the bedside was turned to its dimmest warm orange light.

It illuminated a small area in the center of the bed.

Shen Wanzhou lay on her side in the middle of the bed.

She was covered with that soft silk quilt.

My belly was already quite large in the second trimester, like a round little hill, supporting a corner of the blanket.

She was fast asleep.

Long, black hair lay scattered on the pillow.

Thick eyelashes cast two crescent-shaped shadows beneath fair eyelids.

Her breathing was steady and long, with a hint of warm sweetness.

Even in one's sleep.

One of her hands rested on the empty pillow beside her.

Her fair fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the lace edge of the pillowcase.

It was as if she was searching for a source of warmth that could completely put her at ease.

Chen Yuan stood on the edge of the bed.

A large, well-defined hand reached out and tucked the blanket back into her shoulders.

The movement was as light as a feather falling, without stirring up the slightest breeze.

He lifted the blanket on the other side.

I lay down smoothly inside.

The mattress did not show any noticeable sagging.

He deliberately suppressed his breathing, afraid of disturbing the sleepy cat who was pregnant with her baby.

I had only been lying down for less than half a minute.

The girl sleeping soundly next to me seemed to have a precise thermal radar installed.

Following the cool, soapy scent emanating from him.

They moved over little by little.

Shen Wanzhou loosened her grip on the pillowcase.

Two soft little hands groped around in mid-air.

He accurately grabbed Chen Yuan's arm that was draped around his waist.

She hummed softly, her voice thick with dependence.

The little head naturally pressed against his warm chest.

Those fair and delicate hands grasped Chen Yuan's large palms.

Moving downwards.

It was placed directly on her protruding belly.

Through a thin silk nightgown.

Chen Yuan's palm pressed perfectly against that warm, smooth skin.

The surface felt soft to the touch and incredibly warm.

In that very instant.

A small lump suddenly appeared on my belly, beneath my palm.

"Bang."

A faint, yet extremely clear, pulse.

It struck straight up, following the lines of his palm.

Like a little fish blowing bubbles at the bottom of the water, it playfully flicked its tail.

It's like a tender sprout breaking through the soil, pushing open its hard outer shell.

Chen Yuan's breathing.

It came to a complete standstill in that second.

His body, forged in the hail of bullets and as hard as a rock, suddenly stiffened into an iron plate.

His pupils suddenly dilated under the dim light of the wall lamp.

The heart that had been beating in my chest for thirty years felt as if it had been squeezed hard.

Blood rushed backward, straight to the top of the head.

That ruthless ruler who kills without blinking an eye on the dark web.

That demon who swept away Wall Street's century-old tycoons like garbage.

now.

This slight fetal movement shattered all pretense and armor.

Even my fingertips started to tremble slightly and uncontrollably.

"Bang. Bang."

The little one under the belly seemed to feel the warmth of his father's broad palm.

He kicked it twice more in succession.

The force was even greater than before.

Through the amniotic fluid and skin, we truly had our first interaction with his palm.

A layer of scalding hot steam.

Uncontrollably surging and gathering deep within his dark eyes.

More than 20 years ago.

That snowy winter night in Jianghai City.

The cold wind scraped against my cheeks like blades.

He was abandoned by his biological father outside the cold iron gate of the orphanage.

Snowflakes pelted his face, freezing his hands and feet.

It also froze all the longing for family affection in his bones.

That year, he didn't even have the strength to cry out loud; all he felt was coldness and despair.

He thought he was destined to be a lone wolf wandering alone in the night.

Nothing belonged to him.

There was no blood relation between him and anyone else in this world.

But now.

The throbbing sensation in my palm was a vibrant, burning pulse of life.

That was his flesh and blood.

It was the anchor point that he and the girl in his arms left together in this world.

Chen Yuan's fingers trembled.

Those hands, steady as a mountain when wielding a knife, capable of blindly cutting out white jade peonies.

At this moment, even touching that layer of silk fabric was done with great care.

I was afraid that if I used too much force, I would hurt the little life inside that was stretching.

He slowly lowered his head.

His tall and upright body curled up in an unprecedentedly soft arc on the bed.

A slightly cool sensation on my cheeks, through the thin nightgown.

Gently place it on the girl's warm abdomen.

ear.

Apart from Shen Wanzhou's steady breathing.

He could almost hear that strong, powerful little heartbeat.

That is a wealth far more substantial than any mountain of gold or silver.

A drop of scalding liquid slid down Chen Yuan's cheek.

It landed on the light pink silk fabric.

A small patch of dark water instantly spread out.

He pulled his arms around Shen Wanzhou and the unborn child, holding them tightly in his embrace.

Chen Yuan's eyes instantly welled up with a rare crimson. He gently pressed his face against the girl's warm abdomen, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Wanzhou...can you feel it? This is our bloodline."