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

The glistening green grapes brushed against the edge of the white porcelain.

It fell onto the thick Persian carpet without making a sound.

Shen Wanzhou pushed open the slightly ajar solid wood door.

The brass handle made a crisp "click" sound.

The hardcore teaching in the toy room came to an abrupt end.

Chen Yuan looked up, still clutching the black fountain pen with the tungsten steel needle hidden in his hand.

Shen Wanzhou carried the fruit platter over.

The heavy steps of the flat slippers on the carpet seemed to be an outburst of emotion.

The white porcelain plate was placed heavily on the glass coffee table, making a harsh scraping sound.

She bent down and grabbed the titanium alloy skeleton model covered in red markings.

It felt icy cold to the touch and was incredibly heavy.

Shen Wanzhou gritted her teeth and dragged it behind her with one hand.

"Mr. Chen." Shen Wanzhou's chest heaved, and the knuckles of his fingers, gripping the edge of the model, turned bluish-white.

"Li Dong's grandson just learned to recite the Three Character Classic today."

She looked at Chen Nianshen sitting on the cushion, and then pointed to the confiscated titanium alloy skeleton.

"And you? You're teaching your three-and-a-half-year-old son how to stab someone along their ribs with a pen?"

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa armrest, fiddling with the fountain pen.

The pen tip twirled nimbly between his slender fingers, leaving a black afterimage.

"The Three Character Classic won't save your life. This trick will."

The calm tone made it sound like they were discussing whether to have West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce or Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs for dinner.

Shen Wanzhou felt a throbbing sensation in her temples.

Chen Muzhou, who was standing next to her, dropped the Rubik's Cube in his hand, crawled over on all fours, and grabbed Shen Wanzhou's leg.

"Mom isn't angry."

The little girl tiptoed and stretched out her chubby little hands to reach for the sun rose on the coffee table.

"Dad just taught Zhouzhou how to make noodles."

Shen Wanzhou rubbed her throbbing temples.

She picked a peeled grape and put it into her daughter's mouth.

"Make noodles?" She looked at Chen Yuan with a cold face.

Chen Yuan coughed lightly and silently put away the pen in his hand.

"Jiquan acupoint," Chen Nianshen added from the side, arms crossed, his small face resembling Chen Yuan's.

"It can dislocate an adult's arm instantly. That's all my little sister knows, she's too weak."

The three-and-a-half-year-old boy's eyes revealed a deep sense of disdain.

Shen Wanzhou closed her eyes.

The white mist from the humidifier sprayed onto the back of my hand, bringing a cool sensation.

She really didn't know whether to complain about her daughter's "making noodles" or her son's professional jargon that would make even an adult bodyguard break out in a cold sweat.

"Go wash your hands and eat grapes. Five grapes each, then go back to your room to sleep."

Shen Wanzhou issued an ultimatum.

The two little ones looked at each other.

Chen Nianshen took her sister's hand, avoided the scattered Lego bricks on the ground, and obediently walked towards the adjacent restroom.

Only two people remained in the toy room.

Chen Yuan stood up and patted the fine fuzz off his suit trousers.

He took a step forward, his tall figure blocking the crystal chandelier overhead and casting Shen Wanzhou into shadow.

Shen Wanzhou took a half step back, her lower back pressing directly against the edge of the glass coffee table.

There was no way to retreat.

"Don't come any closer. You'll sleep in the guest room tonight." She turned her head away, avoiding his deep and aggressive eyes.

Chen Yuan ignored this utterly ineffective threat.

With a long arm, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his large hands gripping her lower back, and with a little force, he pulled her directly into his embrace.

The familiar scent of cold pine rained down, overwhelming and domineering, yet mixed with a hint of subtle flattery.

"Wife, I was wrong."

A deep voice sounded close to her ear, and warm breath swept across the skin of her neck.

They admit their mistakes faster than anyone else, but they'll definitely do it again next time.

This is the ultimate survival rule that the dark web overlord figured out over four years in front of this female billionaire.

Shen Wanzhou struggled twice, but the iron arm around her waist tightened even more.

Annoyed, she reached out and punched his hard chest muscles.

"You're raising your son like a professional killer? He's only three and a half! What kind of father uses popping a balloon as a metaphor for crushing someone's throat?"

Chen Yuan grasped her hand that was pounding.

He lowered his head and enveloped the small hand, red from exertion, in his broad, dry palm.

"You saw what happened at the amusement park this afternoon."

Chen Yuan suppressed his smile, rested his chin on her neck, and his voice turned cold.

"The fat woman's hand was less than ten centimeters away from Zhouzhou's face."

Shen Wanzhou stopped resisting.

"Star Capital's influence is too great. Those shady rats on the dark web, and those remnants overseas ready to retaliate at any moment, are all eyeing the Chen family."

Chen Yuan's fingers ran through her long hair, gently stroking her back.

"I can protect you, and so can the Eagles. But even the best-laid plans can have a flaw."

He paused for a moment, a flash of bloodlust, the kind that belonged to the Asuras of the Dark Web, appearing in his eyes.

"The Chen family bloodline cannot be hothouse flowers. They must grow claws and fangs that can tear apart the enemy."

The toy room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

In the scent of chamomile, Shen Wanzhou's stiff shoulders gradually softened.

She was well aware of how many eyes were watching her children.

If Chen Yuan hadn't reacted quickly, that heavy slap would have landed on Zhouzhou's delicate face during what happened at the amusement park today.

She wasn't unaware; she just felt sorry for him.

Her heart ached for her husband, who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and now he had to personally hand his three-year-old child a knife to save his life.

Shen Wanzhou wrapped her arms around Chen Yuan's narrow waist, pressing her cheek against his warm chest.

"But Chen Yuan, I don't want them to be like you were before."

Her voice was muffled and thickly nasal. "I'm on edge every day, even sleeping with one eye open to guard against assassination."

"No." Chen Yuan turned his head and kissed the top of her head.

"I taught them how to kill so that they would have the confidence to live a peaceful life as ordinary people. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on me, I'll chop off their hand."

Shen Wanzhou didn't speak, but buried her face even deeper.

She could feel his strong heartbeat.

This is the only escape route she always guards behind her when making ruthless decisions in the business world.

"Did I anger you?" Chen Yuan chuckled, the vibration of his chest traveling through the fabric to Shen Wanzhou's face.

She gave a muffled "hmm".

"Taking care of these two little devils is more tiring than holding a three-day, three-night multinational merger and acquisition meeting."

Shen Wanzhou raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears, and glared at the culprit in front of her.

"One of them is always thinking about how to stab someone in the ribs, and the other is always looking for someone's ticklish spots. Chen Yuan, if you keep teaching like this, they won't even graduate from kindergarten and will be expelled."

Chen Yuan gently wiped away the slight redness at the corner of her eyes with his fingertips, his deep black eyes brimming with an intense and overwhelming doting affection.

The sound of the water stopping came from the bathroom.

The two little ones will be out soon.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and pressed his thin lips precisely to her slightly furrowed brow.

The warm touch offered a sense of comfort, yet also revealed an inherent strength.

His large hand gently stroked her back; those hands, which had been wielding knives for years and could unleash a bloodbath at any moment, were now filled with nothing but endless indulgence.

He pressed his lips to hers, his low, husky voice carrying an undeniable domineering authority.

"Since Mr. Shen feels too tired lately, the private island I just bought in the Caribbean can be used to give our family a change of pace."