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

Chen Yuan extended his large, well-defined hand.

Rough fingertips pressed against the borosilicate glass bottle.

A slightly cool sensation travels through your palm.

He didn't reply, his dark eyes calmly sweeping over the empty baby bottle.

"Mr. Chen, please use this."

The eagle stood three steps away, holding a precision instrument that gleamed with a cold, silvery light in its hands.

The heavy tactical boots made no sound at all on the floor tiles.

"This is a quantum temperature-controlled formula dispenser that was just airlifted from the German headquarters."

"With a built-in nano-level temperature sensing chip, the error can be locked within one hundredth of a degree."

The instrument's LCD screen was flashing a blue standby light.

It represents the pinnacle of modern technology in the maternal and infant field.

Simply press a button and the machine will automatically adjust the water temperature.

"Take it."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and cold, carrying an unyielding and uncompromising quality.

He didn't even glance at the machine that cost tens of millions.

"The sensor probe contacts the water flow and then transmits the data to the motherboard, which requires a delay of 0.2 seconds."

Chen Yuan gripped the neck of the baby bottle.

Slightly rotate your wrist.

"This 0.2-second temperature difference is enough to kill the most vulnerable probiotics in the milk powder."

"My son's stomach can't tolerate the delays and imperfections caused by this machine."

The eagle's hand, holding the instrument, froze in mid-air.

He silently took two steps back and placed the machine on a metal cart to the side.

In Mr. Chen's mind, machines can never compare to his hands, which have been tempered by countless life-and-death experiences.

On a sterile, temperature-controlled platform.

There were two custom-made crystal glass jugs on the table.

The one on the left is filled with boiling purified water at 100 degrees Celsius, and white steam is billowing out of the spout.

The one on the right is ice water that has undergone twelve reverse osmosis filtrations and been cooled to four degrees Celsius.

The kettle wall was covered with a layer of fine, transparent condensation droplets.

Chen Yuan stepped forward.

A plain black casual shirt clung to his broad back.

He stretched out both hands at the same time.

Hold the kettle of boiling water in your left hand and grab the kettle of ice water in your right hand.

He held the handles of the two crystal teapots firmly in his palms.

No thermometer was used.

The wrist tilts in mid-air at the same time.

"Splash!"

Two streams of water, one cold and one hot, traced two perfect parabolas in the air.

The high-temperature steam carried by boiling water collided violently with the cold air emitted by ice water in mid-air.

A thick white fog instantly billowed up.

The two streams of water met precisely 10 centimeters above the bottle opening.

Chen Yuan dropped the kettle.

His right hand transformed into a black afterimage, instantly scooping up the empty baby bottle from the kitchen counter.

It steadily caught the converging jets of water.

Not a single drop of water spilled out of the bottle.

Just as the water flowed into the bottle.

Chen Yuan's right hand, which was holding the baby bottle, instantly bulged with muscle definition.

The shirt cuffs were stretched taut.

A hidden force originating from ancient Chinese martial arts, flowed down his wrist and into the glass bottle without reservation.

"Buzz—"

The water inside the bottle emitted a low-frequency vibration.

Under the powerful physical vibration, water molecules formed a high-speed rotating, silent vortex.

Scalding hot and icy cold were instantly crushed and fused together in this violent tearing.

Chen Yuan's left hand covered the bottom of the baby bottle.

His large, rough palm pressed tightly against the glass.

This is the same right hand that once blindly sliced ​​Wensi tofu at the Grand Theatre in Paris.

This is the killing hand that typed out the code to destroy conglomerates on the dark web keyboard.

At this moment, it transforms into the most precise and sensitive thermometer in the world.

The heat seeped through the glass, penetrating layer by layer into the nerve endings in his palm.

Thirty degrees.

Thirty-four degrees.

Thirty-seven degrees.

A focused, cold light flashed in Chen Yuan's deep black eyes.

Slightly withdraw your left palm outward by half a millimeter.

It cut off the continuous conduction of heat.

"stop."

As the low, hoarse word fell, the hidden force in his wrist instantly tightened.

The swirling water inside the bottle stopped abruptly, returning to a calm, mirror-like state.

Su Qingqing stood to the side.

My palms were sweaty, and the medical gloves on my palms were sticky.

Unconvinced, she picked up the medical-grade infrared thermometer gun next to her.

The red laser dot landed steadily on the glass of the baby bottle.

"drop."

The temperature gun emitted a crisp beep.

A row of green numbers appeared on the backlit display screen.

37.50 ° C.

Not a bit more, not a bit less.

Su Qingqing's fingers lost their strength.

The expensive thermometer slipped from her fingers and fell onto the anti-static floor.

It made a dull thud.

Her gold-rimmed glasses slid down half an inch down her nose, but she forgot to even reach out to steady them.

Using the body to sense temperature, resisting the physical thermodynamics of water molecule fusion.

Are the nerve endings of this man made of liquid metal?

Chen Yuan ignored the fallen instruments beside him.

He picked up the custom-made milk powder can from the side.

Upon opening the sealed lid, a rich and mellow aroma of milk filled the air.

It diluted the originally cool smell of medical disinfectant in the room.

A pure silver measuring spoon is inserted into the jar.

The movements were swift and efficient.

Three spoonfuls, perfectly even, with not a single bit of excess powder.

Pour into warm water.

Put the silicone anti-colic cap on the baby bottle.

Chen Yuan did not sway up and down like an ordinary person.

Shaking it up and down will mix air into the liquid, creating tiny bubbles.

Once those air bubbles enter a baby's delicate stomach, they can trigger colic.

He placed the bottle flat between the palms of his hands.

Use your wrist to generate force.

He held the bottle between his palms and began to rub it rapidly horizontally.

"Shh shh shh".

The bottle spun rapidly in my palm, like a high-speed spinning top.

Centrifugal force causes the milk powder to quickly settle and dissolve in warm water.

Three seconds.

Chen Yuan stopped with both hands.

The liquid inside the bottle turned into a pure, flawless milky white pool.

Silky smooth and thick, it clung to the glass wall without producing even a tiny air bubble.

It's as perfect as a freshly made work of art.

He was holding the bottle of milk, which had a temperature of 37.5 degrees.

He turned around and took a long stride.

The leather shoes made no extra sound as they stepped on the floor.

He walked steadily to the two temperature-controlled cradles in the center of the room.

In the cradle on the left.

Chen Nianshen wearing a light blue cotton bodysuit.

Her eyes were closed, and her little mouth was opening and closing.

Like a starving baby bird, it made rapid "ah ah" sounds.

Two chubby little hands were scratching haphazardly in mid-air.

Chen Yuan's tall body bent slightly.

The hard jawline melted into a gentle curve the moment she approached the cradle.

He placed his left hand behind his son's neck, gently lifting the soft little body at a slight angle.

Holding the bottle in her right hand, she brought the soft silicone nipple to the little one's lips.

Xiao Nian Shen instinctively took the pacifier into her mouth.

"Glug, glug."

The rhythmic sound of swallowing echoed in the quiet nursery.

The milk slid smoothly down his esophagus without him swallowing a single drop of air.

The little guy's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he happily hugged Chen Yuan's thick index finger with both hands.

After feeding my older brother.

Chen Yuan followed the same method and fed his younger sister, Chen Muzhou, a bottle in the cradle on the right.

The little girl eats slowly.

While drinking, her peach blossom eyes were half-open, gazing at her father with watery eyes.

At the end, a drop of milk spilled from the corner of my mouth.

Chen Yuan pulled out a soft cotton towel from the side.

The movement was as light as wiping a fragile snowflake.

Little by little, he sucked the moisture off her chin.

In the master bedroom next door.

The door was left with a gap about two fingers wide.

The warm orange glow of the wall lamp shone through the gaps and onto the carpet in the corridor.

Shen Wanzhou lay on her side on the large hydraulic bed.

She was wearing a beige silk nightgown.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow.

Having just given birth, her body still felt weak and limp.

But those beautiful peach blossom eyes remained open.

I peered through the crack in the door and quietly watched the tall figure in the nursery.

Watching him bend down to breastfeed the children.

Watching him use those hands that had typed destructive code to wipe the milk stains from the baby's mouth.

Shen Wanzhou's heart felt as if it were soaking in a jar of warm honey.

It's sour and bloated, and so sweet it makes you want to cry.

She shifted her body slightly.

The silk quilt surface rubs together, making a soft rustling sound.

Chen Yuan's hearing was incredibly sharp.

He placed the two empty, fully emptied baby bottles on the tray.

She turned and walked out of the nursery.

Push open the door to the master bedroom.

The clean, cool scent of soap, mixed with a faint milky aroma, enveloped Shen Wanzhou's breath.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Chen Yuan sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his large hand on her shoulder, which was exposed outside the blanket.

The warmth of his palm instantly soothed the slight coolness on her skin.

"Wait for you."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was soft and sweet, filled with a deep sleepiness.

She moved closer to Chen Yuan.

She buried her face in his waist, like a cat craving a heat source.

"Is the baby full?"

"They've eaten and are all asleep."

Chen Yuan lay down and wrapped his long arm around her, pulling her into his embrace.

His chin rested on the top of her head.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Shen Wanzhou pressed against his hard chest.

Listen to that steady and powerful heartbeat.

The fatigue and postpartum weakness of the past few days were completely soothed at this moment.

A faint smile played on her lips, but her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

She drifted off into a sweet dream.

Night was falling.

The entire Genting Manor was shrouded in a deathly darkness.

The thick bulletproof glass blocked out the cold wind.

Inside the medical center's ventilation ducts, the filtration system emitted a soft hissing white noise.

The electronic clock on the wall ticked silently until 2 a.m.

Inside the nursery, only the floor lamp in the corner emitted a faint red light.

In the constant-temperature cradle, two little lives slept peacefully.

Sudden.

This tranquility was broken by an unusual restlessness.

After the two little ones had drunk their fill of milk, they fell into a sweet sleep. But in the middle of the night, in the originally quiet nursery, the older brother, Chen Nianshen, suddenly let out a clear cry that pierced the night sky, and began to wriggle in his swaddling clothes with his eyes tightly closed.