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

Chen Xingye leaned back in the mahogany armchair.

The yellowed Polaroid photo in his hand had been creased into several fine lines by his hand.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

The photo is pixelated, but its visual impact is comparable to a nuclear bomb.

That cold-blooded CEO on the top floor of the Star Capital Building, whose mere glance could make hundreds of multinational executives tremble with fear.

His biological father, Chen Nianshen.

In this old photo from twenty years ago.

She was wearing overalls with a bear pattern printed on them.

The chubby little hands held the original document of the multi-billion dollar merger deal, stamped with the highest-level official seal of the European Union.

He was folding that document, which could determine a country's energy lifeline, in half, and then in half again.

It was folded into a paper toad with one wing longer than the other!

And at his father's feet.

The white actuary who was named "Wall Street's most ruthless capitalist crocodile" by Time magazine.

He was on all fours, lying face down on the thick Persian carpet.

He was wearing a tie around his neck.

He had a chew toy in his mouth and was trying his best to imitate a horse's neigh.

Chen Xingye felt a sudden rush of cold air into his lungs.

It choked him, causing him to cough violently.

He took a picture and placed it on the black walnut wooden table.

His fingers flipped through the thick manuscript haphazardly.

The pure cowhide cover rubbed against the table, making a dull sound.

Chen Xingye touched his buttocks, where he could still feel a faint ache.

When he was seven years old, he had only accidentally spilled paint on his dad's tablet.

Chen Nian Shen then threw him directly into a wilderness survival summer camp in Africa.

I ate tree bark and compressed biscuits for half a month.

My father's exact words were: "Men of the Chen family shed blood but not tears, and cannot be distracted by trivial matters."

"So you were playing with multi-billion dollar contracts like origami when you were a kid."

"This double standard must be inherited across generations!"

Chen Xingye gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling once again on the powerful, vigorous handwriting in the manuscript.

Between the lines, it's all about his grandfather Chen Yuan's unreasonable favoritism and protectiveness.

A cool breeze of early autumn wafted into the study through the half-open carved window.

It carries a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

The wind blew up the yellowed pages of the manuscript.

Splash!

The crisp sound of pages turning echoed in the silent space.

My gaze followed the turning pages and was suddenly drawn into a vortex filled with the sweet scent of candy.

The gears of time are turning back in a frenzy.

Let's go back to Jianghai City in early summer, twenty years ago.

Starry Night Amusement Park.

The early summer sun shines through the colorful stained glass dome.

It cast patches of colorful light on the ground.

This is a super amusement park that cost tens of billions to build.

Today, the sign reads "Internal Maintenance".

The 500-acre park was free of noisy crowds and long queues.

The air was filled with the enticing sweet aroma of caramel popcorn and grilled sausage.

A gentle breeze rippled across the artificial lake.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and simple black casual pants.

Freed from the constraints of wearing suits and ties.

His tall and upright figure exuded a rare air of relaxed homeliness.

He held Shen Wanzhou's hand with his left hand.

Shen Wanzhou wore a floral French-style long dress today.

Her long, smooth hair was casually tied back with a pearl hair clip.

Her fair cheeks had a healthy rosy glow.

Those bright, sparkling eyes were gazing tenderly at the two little ones taking their first steps.

"Slow down, Mu Zhou."

Shen Wanzhou's soft voice carried a hint of urgency.

She wanted to let go of Chen Yuan's hand and chase after him.

But the man gripped her tightly in the opposite direction, holding her firmly in his palm.

"You won't fall."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and steady, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

"Three layers of high-density shock-absorbing silicone were laid on the ground."

"Even if you roll it twice, it won't break the skin at all."

In front.

On the colorful walkway in the dedicated children's play area.

One-and-a-half-year-old Chen Muzhou is wearing a pink overall dress.

Two soft, white feet, clad in soft-soled shoes, looked like a waddling little penguin.

They ran forward with a clattering sound.

As he ran, he made indistinct giggling noises.

Her older brother, Chen Nianshen, followed behind her.

She was wearing a custom-made, small-sized black shirt.

The little hands were behind her back.

His taut, round face exuded a mature and composed air.

His eyes followed his younger sister's retreating figure closely, like a dutiful little bodyguard.

"Baba! Tangtang!"

Chen Muzhou suddenly stopped.

Two chubby little hands pointed at a huge cartoon cart in front of them.

Saliva instantly dripped down her pink lips.

The drool dripped onto the pocket of the clothes.

Inside the stroller.

An old-fashioned cotton candy machine is spinning rapidly.

Pink sugar strands, like clouds, are wrapped around the bamboo skewers.

It exudes an irresistible sweet strawberry aroma.

Chen Yuan led Shen Wanzhou over.

With his large, well-defined hand, he pulled a black gold card from his pocket.

It pressed down on the marble tabletop of the cart.

"I want the biggest one."

He spoke to the stall owner in a low voice.

Chen Muzhou clung to the glass cover of the cart.

She stood on tiptoe, her bright, almond-shaped eyes shining with an astonishing brilliance.

She even stuck out her tiny tongue and licked her lips.

All I could see was that ever-growing pink cloud.

You can only eat half.

Chen Nian Shen stood next to her sister and coldly added a sentence.

"Eating too much will cause your teeth to rot."

Chen Muzhou turned around and glared at his brother.

She pouted and looked at Chen Yuan behind her with a wronged expression.

"Beep beep..."

This weak cry for help shattered Chen Yuan's last shred of principle.

"Let her go out and have fun today."

Chen Yuan said calmly, and gently patted his daughter's head with his large hand.

Chen Nianshen pursed her lips.

He turned his head to the side and stopped talking.

But those eyes were still secretly fixed on the cotton candy machine.

The pink marshmallow is finally rolled up.

It was even bigger than Chen Muzhou's two small heads, like a huge pink cloud.

The stall owner smiled and held the bottom of the bamboo skewer.

He reached over the glass cover and handed it to the little girl whose face was full of anticipation.

Chen Muzhou excitedly raised his two small, fair hands.

Her eyes sparkled with the gleam of someone who had gotten what they wanted.

My fingertips were about to touch the bamboo skewer.

In that split second...

A strong, pungent chemical perfume scent forcefully dissipated the sweet aroma of strawberries in the air.

Accompanied by a series of rough and rapid stomping sounds of high heels.

A massive shadow loomed over us from the side.

Back then, at the Starry Night Amusement Park, the sun was shining brightly, and a family of four was playing in the children's area. Just as little Mu Zhou was eagerly reaching out his hand, waiting for the giant pink cotton candy, a chubby hand wearing an expensive diamond ring reached out from the side and snatched the cotton candy away.