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The deep roar of the V12 engine echoed through the VIP garage in the basement of the Star Venture Capital Building.

The tires rolled over the epoxy resin floor, producing a short, sharp friction sound.

The black bulletproof Maybach was parked steadily in the parking space, its body reflecting the cool white lights from the roof.

Eagle strode forward and pulled open the heavy armored vehicle door.

A cold draft blew into the 24-degree Celsius car through the door cracks, carrying the distinctive smell of engine oil from the underground parking garage.

Chen Yuan took a long stride, his leather shoes making a crisp "tap" sound on the ground.

He steadily supported Chen Muzhou, who was wearing a pink princess dress, with his left hand.

Chen Nianshen, with a custom-made suit jacket tucked between his right arm and a blank expression, stood there.

The two babies, weighing less than 60 pounds combined, hung on either side of his broad shoulders.

The pure black haute couture suit jacket was open, and the hem of the jacket stirred up a sharp gust of wind with each step.

That aura of ruthless savagery that once roamed the dark web, and the two little dumplings hanging on his body.

This creates an absurd and striking sense of dissonance.

The reception hall on the first floor of the building.

The gleaming marble floor clearly reflected the man's tall and imposing figure.

The receptionists at the front desk were looking down and checking the visitor list.

Hearing the mechanical sound of the private elevator, the group looked up sharply.

The professional fake smile was only halfway out before it froze on his face.

The receptionists' legs went weak, their hands pressed tightly against the table, and even a greeting got stuck in their throats.

That living devil who struck fear into the hearts of Wall Street.

At this moment, an expensive silk tie is being tightly gripped by a little dumpling.

"Daddy, Tangtang..."

Chen Muzhou's soft, sweet voice echoed clearly in the hall.

Her small hand gripped the tie and pulled it down, causing Chen Yuan's shirt collar to tighten slightly.

Chen Yuan did not shake off the mischievous little hand.

He lowered his head slightly, his hard jawline revealing a hint of helplessness.

"If you stop making a fuss after you finish eating, I'll take away your toys."

His deep voice was soft and gentle, without a trace of his usual coldness.

Top floor, conference room number one.

The air was filled with the strong, bitter smell of black coffee and the faint smell of ozone emanating from electronic screens.

This was a top-level board meeting involving the restructuring of 300 billion yuan in overseas assets.

Twelve top financial tycoons, poached from Wall Street and London with lucrative salaries, sat upright.

On the projection screen, a red and green candlestick chart of cross-border mergers and acquisitions was displayed.

The risk control director in charge of the report was trembling with the laser pointer in his hand, the red dot flickering wildly on the screen.

"Bang."

The heavy mahogany double door was kicked open from the outside.

The heavy door panel slammed into the soft cushioning, making a dull thud and causing the mural on the wall to tilt slightly.

The sound in the conference room was instantly cut off.

A dozen or so bright heads turned around in unison.

Breathing collectively stopped for a second.

Chen Yuan casually stepped across the threshold, one hand in his pocket.

The two little ones in my arms, their eyes darting around, were curiously observing the room full of strangers in suits and ties.

The chilling air, which was enough to make ordinary people's legs go weak, was shattered by those two innocent "ee-ya" sounds.

Chen Yuan walked to the head seat of the three-meter-long black walnut wood conference table.

Pull out the leather boss's chair.

He didn't sit down, but instead placed Chen Nianshen and Chen Muzhou steadily on the large table.

These two little dumplings have taken their place at the decision-making center that determines the life or death of several industries worldwide.

Chen Yuan loosened his tie, which his daughter had pulled askew, and pulled the 300 billion yuan acquisition deal document from the table.

"continue."

His voice was cold and hard, and he didn't even raise his head.

The risk control director opened his mouth, and a dry swallowing sound came from his throat.

He had just read out two figures.

Sitting at the table, Chen Muzhou stared at the crystal chandelier above him with his big eyes, and suddenly his small mouth pursed.

Her eyes quickly filled with tears that were about to fall.

Her shimmering, peach-blossom eyes were exactly the same as Shen Wanzhou's when she was wronged.

"I want... Mama..."

The little girl pointed at the horse-shaped logo on the projector and whimpered in a tearful voice.

This sent chills down the spines of all the executives in the conference room.

Did you make the little princess cry?

This is even more fatal than messing up a deal worth 100 billion!

If the president's hands, which were holding the pen, were to stop, everyone present would have to go and fill the Pacific Ocean.

That actuary who returned from Wall Street with two Harvard doctorates and is usually cold-blooded and ruthless.

Reacting faster than the brain.

He pushed the chair away abruptly, the movement so forceful that it knocked over the coffee cup beside him.

The brown liquid spilled on the table, but he didn't even glance at it.

The handmade trousers, worth over ten thousand yuan, were suddenly placed on the Persian carpet with a thud.

He was on all fours, his tie dragging on the ground.

He pressed his hands on the carpet, raised his head, and plastered a fawning smile on his face.

"Little princess, Mama's here!"

The actuary blushed and crawled around the large desk.

He let out a utterly undignified "whoosh."

As he climbed, he kept swinging the tie around his neck, making it look like a horse's tail.

Chen Muzhou instantly held back the tears welling up in his eyes.

Two chubby little hands clapped until they were red, and then burst into clear, giggling laughter.

The silvery voices of children echoed in the somber conference room, dispelling all the oppression.

the other side.

Young Master Chen Nianshen had a face that looked remarkably like Chen Yuan's.

He extended his short finger and tapped it on the document on the table that bore the label of confidential financial statements.

His obsidian-like eyes were fixed on the investment director in charge of overseas mergers and acquisitions.

That ruthless killer who just drove three European CEOs to their deaths yesterday.

He was covered in sweat at that moment.

With trembling hands, he tore off the candlestick chart showing the fluctuations of billions of dollars in assets.

"Sizzle—"

His rough fingers folded and flattened the thick coated paper.

Her fingertips slid quickly along the edge of the paper, afraid that she might upset the young master if she was too slow.

In less than ten seconds, a paper airplane with a streamlined tail appeared in his hand.

"Young Master, what do you think of this J-20?"

The investment director bent over, handed over the paper airplane with both hands, and smiled so much that his face was all wrinkled together.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the carpet, spreading out as a small water stain.

Chen Nianshen took the paper airplane and played with it in her hand for a moment.

He nodded reluctantly.

With a flick of her chubby little hand, the paper airplane traced an arc in the air above the conference room.

It landed steadily next to the spilled coffee.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his leather chair.

His well-defined fingers gripped the pen, and he signed his name in a flamboyant, elegant style at the end of the document.

The pen tip rubs against the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the sight of this group of top global elites reduced to high-class companions.

As long as Shen Wanzhou can go to the beauty salon for a spa treatment and relax for a day.

These executives, earning tens of millions in annual salary, are simply fulfilling their duty to do somersaults on the conference table.

The heart of the entire Star Empire.

At this moment, it has completely transformed into a luxurious daycare center with an incalculable cost.

Sunrise and sunset, time flies like an arrow.

Dust particles in the sunlight floated slowly in the air.

This absurd yet strangely heartwarming scene was captured in a faded Polaroid photograph.

The camera moves like a fast-forwarded film reel, rapidly traversing the interplay of light and shadow.

Twelve years, fifteen years...

Exactly twenty years later.

Chen Family Old Residence, Jianghai City.

The early autumn sunlight streamed through the window, scattering fragments across the rosewood desk covered with ancient books.

A faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air.

Twenty-year-old Chen Xingye was wearing a loose white linen shirt.

His facial features closely resembled Chen Yuan's back then, exuding a natural coldness and arrogance.

He sat in a large armchair.

Two long, slender legs were crossed and rested on the edge of the table.

The heel of the leather shoe tapped against the corner of the mahogany table with a soft thud.

Two slender fingers on his right hand were holding a slightly yellowed and brittle old photograph.

The corners of the photo are curled up, and the colors on the photographic paper have a grainy feel to them, a result of the passage of time.

But he could still see everything in the picture clearly.

The Wall Street actuary, revered as a god in finance textbooks, is now on all fours.

The investment guru, known for his cold-bloodedness, was bending down and handing over a paper airplane.

And in the very center of the picture is the boss's chair.

His grandfather, Chen Yuan, was holding a cup of coffee, watching all of this with a calm expression.

Chen Xingye's Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, making a soft "gulp" sound.

The fingers holding the photo had white knuckles from excessive force.

He always thought that his grandfather had no bottom line only towards his grandmother.

Even her father, Chen Nianshen, was trained through grueling training from a young age.

Who would have thought that this insurmountable mountain once had a ridiculous era when it turned its billion-dollar conference room into an amusement park?

A gust of wind blew through the half-open window of the study.

The wind rustled the pages on the table, carrying a hint of autumn coolness.

Chen Xingye lowered his legs from the edge of the table and leaned forward.

The scene shifts like a fast-forwarded film reel, instantly leaping to over a decade later. Twenty-year-old Chen Xingye sits in the study of the Chen family's old mansion, clutching a yellowed old photograph. Pointing to a photo of a high-ranking official kneeling on the floor, letting a baby ride on his back, he gasps in astonishment, his lips twitching: "So my dad was also spoiled this horribly by my grandfather when he was little?"