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

On the other side of the holographic screen.

The white tycoon stared intently at the reflection of the black walnut wood tabletop.

The red blood vessels in his eyes were spreading outwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It almost completely swallowed those light blue irises.

His dry, withered mouth was open.

A hissing sound came from his throat, like the broken bellows being pulled, but he couldn't piece together a complete syllable.

On that expensive wooden tabletop, polished to a mirror shine.

It clearly reflects a ball of soft, pink, top-quality cashmere yarn.

There are also two silver-white knitting needles.

In the hands of this man who just wiped out the centuries-old foundations of several major European families with a single sentence.

The two needles were skillfully moving back and forth, picking up threads.

The movements were skillful and steady.

Even the most elite royal tailors in Europe couldn't find a single flaw in it.

The old man's fingers, gripping the pure gold cane, trembled violently.

The cane slammed onto the Persian carpet in the conference room with a thud, then rolled away from his grasp.

His proud capitalist empire.

The humiliation and compromises paid to preserve one's lifeline.

In the eyes of this Eastern man, the pink sweater, no bigger than his thumb, didn't even rank as a priority.

Inside the main hall of Genting Manor.

Chen Yuan slightly turned his wrist and neatly put away the last needle.

She carefully placed the cardigan, which was missing a sleeve, on her lap.

He finally raised his right hand.

He pulled out a pure black Montblanc pen from the inside pocket of his suit.

Remove the pen cap.

The metal clanged together, producing a crisp "click" sound.

In the quiet hall, the sound was like a death knell cutting off all escape routes.

He pulled the hundreds-of-pages-long, multinational merger and acquisition agreement, involving hundreds of billions of euros, to his face.

I didn't look at any of the complicated terms and conditions.

The pen tip landed on the signature area on the last page.

A soft rustling sound rang out as the signature, penetrating the paper, was completed in one smooth motion.

On the other side of the holographic screen.

The three European financial tycoons seemed to have had the last bit of bone marrow drained from their spines.

They all slumped into the leather seats.

Their century-old family glory has been reduced to a single piece in the puzzle of Star Venture Capital's empire at this moment.

Chen Yuan did not put the pen cap back on.

Just as he was about to push the agreement to Wang Kai next to him.

"Eeya—da da..."

A soft, indistinct baby voice was accompanied by the muffled sound of a little hand patting the carpet.

It came from the side of the sofa.

Chen Muzhou wearing a pink bunny onesie.

It was using both hands and feet to quickly crawl up the thick wool carpet towards the main seat.

The little girl had just woken up, and there was still a stubborn tuft of hair sticking up on her head.

Those bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes stared intently at the cold-looking fountain pen in Chen Yuan's hand.

She crawled to Chen Yuan's feet.

Two chubby little hands clung tightly to the hem of Chen Yuan's trousers.

Using the force, he wobbled to his feet.

"Beep beep..."

The little guy spat out a glistening bubble of saliva and tried to reach it with his little hand.

Chen Yuan exuded a cold and fierce aura that suppressed the entire scene.

Upon hearing this indistinct call.

It was like encountering the blazing midday sun, instantly melting away completely.

With a swift and gentle motion, he lifted his daughter up.

She placed it steadily on her strong thighs, cleverly avoiding the half-knitted sweater.

"You want this?"

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and mellow, exuding an unyielding indulgence.

He waved the Montblanc in his hand that represented a multi-billion dollar business deal.

Little Mu Zhou nodded vigorously, her little hands reaching for Chen Yuan's shirt cuffs.

"draw!"

Her pronunciation is still unclear.

But that domineering demand was made perfectly clear.

Wang Kai, standing to the side, twitched the fat on his chubby face.

I was just about to turn around and get some clean sketch paper.

Chen Yuan acted faster.

He grabbed the newly signed €100 billion acquisition agreement.

With a flick of the wrist.

The heavy document was flipped directly to the back.

The back cover is completely blank.

The European tycoons on the other side of the holographic screen widened their eyes in surprise.

It felt like my heart had been hit hard by a hammer.

That was the most important legal document that could determine the life and death of their entire family!

Chen Yuan wrapped one arm around his daughter's soft waist.

He held the Montblanc pen in his other hand.

His deep black eyes were fixed intently on the little chubby dumpling on his leg.

He didn't even glance at the screen.

The pen tip landed directly on the back cover of the multi-billion dollar contract.

There is no cold-blooded cunning.

Only endless patience and gentleness.

"Shh—shh—"

Smooth black lines were quickly sketched on expensive paper.

Less than ten seconds.

A chubby cartoon duck with a big head, a small body, and an adorable appearance.

It was clearly displayed on the back of the contract.

The ink wasn't completely dry yet, and it had a slightly moist sheen.

"Duck."

Chen Yuan tapped his daughter's pert little nose, his voice deep and gentle.

Xiao Muzhou laughed happily.

Two little hands waved happily in mid-air.

She suddenly leaned in and left a glistening drool mark on Chen Yuan's cold, handsome profile.

On the other side of the holographic screen.

The old white man looked at the high-definition image coming from the screen.

The chubby cartoon duck is grinning with its flat beak.

It was as if they were shamelessly mocking the dignity of their century-old family.

The foundation they built through generations of hard work and dedication.

The bottom line that must be carefully considered at the negotiating table.

In the eyes of this Eastern man.

He really only deserves to be a piece of scrap paper for his one-year-old daughter to doodle on.

The extreme humiliation and powerlessness turned into a lump of blood that blocked his chest.

The old white man made a gurgling sound in his throat.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the conference chair.

The assistant rushed over and pinched his philtrum in a panic, causing chaos on the other side of the screen.

Chen Yuan ignored the chaos and confusion.

He reached out and pressed the control panel.

The pale blue holographic beam vanished instantly, and the hall was restored to bright natural light.

He casually tossed the multi-billion dollar contract, which featured a picture of a little duck, into Wang Kai's arms.

Time is like the white spray left by a cruise ship.

It surged forward rapidly without anyone noticing.

The vintage wall clock ticked away, and the pages of the calendar had turned for more than half a year.

The biting cold winds of winter have receded, and Jianghai City is welcoming the warmth of early summer.

In the living room on the second floor of Genting Manor.

Sunlight streamed through the large French windows, warming the thick cashmere carpet.

The air was filled with a faint, calming chamomile scent.

It dispelled all distracting thoughts.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a soft beige knitted long dress.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually tied back with a sandalwood hairpin.

She sat on the carpet with her bare, white feet bent.

Scattered in front of me were a pile of brightly colored soft rubber building blocks and talking toys.

Chen Nianshen and Chen Muzhou, who are almost a year and a half old, are lying on the carpet.

The two little ones were wearing matching light-colored rompers.

Chen Nian Shen Zheng, the older brother, was focused on putting two building blocks together.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his serious and focused expression was exactly like a replica of Chen Yuan when he was thinking.

The younger sister, Chen Muzhou, was hugging a plush bunny and happily rolling around on the soft cushion.

Shen Wanzhou picked up a rattle with colorful beads and gently shook it in front of Chen Muzhou.

The clear sound of bells echoed in the quiet living room.

The aloofness in her eyes that once kept strangers at bay.

Over the past year or so, the warmth and life around us have transformed into the gentlest spring water.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with a smile of serene contentment.

Just as she was about to reach out and hug her daughter who was rolling around on the carpet.

"Mother."

A clear, unexpected, and childlike voice.

It suddenly rang out in the air.

The sound was crisp and clear, without any unclear or indistinct noise.

The bell in Shen Wanzhou's hand stopped in mid-air.

The bell emitted its last faint echo before fading into utter silence.

Her outstretched hand froze in place.

Time flies, and more than half a year has passed. On a warm afternoon, Shen Wanzhou was sitting on the carpet playing with her two babies when suddenly, a clear and unexpected childish voice made her freeze in mid-air.