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

The low, husky voice still lingered in my ears.

Warm breath swept across Shen Wanzhou's neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Forty-eight hours later, a Gulfstream G650ER passenger plane with a subtle star-shaped logo pierced through the clouds over the Caribbean Sea.

Outside the porthole was a sapphire, like one set in deep blue velvet.

The exact coordinates of this sea area cannot be found on a world map.

The landing gear landed smoothly on the dedicated runway, the tires rubbing against the ground, bringing up a wave of heat with a salty, humid sea breeze.

The hatch opened, and the blinding sunlight poured onto the gangway without any obstruction.

The blinding white light without a flash.

There were no media reporters with their long lenses and microphones.

There are no assassins lurking in the shadows on the dark web, ready to fire a sneak attack at any moment.

Wow! What a huge sandpit!

Chen Muzhou was wearing a bright yellow one-piece swimsuit with ruffles and clutching a small pink plastic hourglass in his hand.

She kicked off her sandals and, barefoot, was the first to rush down the gangway.

The fine, soft white sand, as fine as refined flour, instantly enveloped her chubby little feet.

The little girl was so excited that she jumped up and down on the spot, kicking up clouds of sand.

Chen Nianshen, dressed in a black children's sun protection outfit, followed slowly behind.

The three-and-a-half-year-old boy's cold gaze swept over the dense coconut grove around him, his little hands habitually tucked into his pockets.

"The wind is blowing from the southeast, the sand is loose and soft, and the view is wide open."

He muttered in a low voice, like a miniature security captain. "No blind spots for snipers, safe."

Shen Wanzhou stepped off the plane wearing woven flat sandals.

The sea breeze lifted the hem of her moon-white beach skirt, the silk fabric clinging to her calves and outlining her slender figure.

After four years of tension, my nerves completely relaxed when I smelled this pure, unadulterated sea breeze.

Within a three-nautical-mile radius, in areas invisible to the naked eye, Star Venture Capital's armed yachts have completed a comprehensive blockade.

This sea area, this primitive island, now belongs solely to the Chen family.

"Only hermit crabs live in shallow waters."

Chen Yuan walked over, stepping on the white sand.

He casually tossed his six-figure Savile Row haute couture suit jacket onto the beach chair.

Shen Wanzhou had just taken off her sun hat when her vision was momentarily burned by the sight before her.

Chen Yuanzheng was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

The hand-sewn white shirt slid down along the lines of his taut muscles and was casually tossed aside.

He was now wearing only a pair of black military quick-drying shorts.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist.

The perfect inverted triangle shape gleamed with a honey-colored sheen in the sunlight.

The muscles honed through years of life-or-death battles contain terrifying explosive power in every inch.

The crisscrossing old scars on his back did not detract from his beauty; instead, they exuded a wild and deadly masculinity.

Shen Wanzhou hurriedly looked away.

She picked up the iced lemonade from the small table and took a big gulp.

The icy liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't quell the burning sensation that was rapidly rising in his ears.

Even the fingers holding the glass couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Chen Yuan turned his head, his dark eyes catching his wife's evasive gaze.

He strode closer, exuding a sun-baked aura of hormones, and stopped in front of her.

"Honey, what do you want for lunch today?"

His deep voice held a hint of deliberate teasing.

Shen Wanzhou placed the glass on the table one after another, splashing a few drops of water onto the back of her hand.

"I'll eat vegetarian food." She turned her head and stared at the coconut tree not far away.

The little girl in the shallows nearby raised her hand.

"Zhouzhou wants to eat a big bug! A big bug with its shell on!"

Chen Yuan chuckled.

"Okay, we'll grant our little princess's wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, looking like a black panther that had caught the scent of its prey.

Start, accelerate.

Long, slender legs created a trail of white splashes on the water's surface.

He plunged into the azure sea.

They didn't even bring the most basic diving equipment.

Ripples spread across the water's surface, then quickly returned to calm.

Thirty seconds passed.

A minute passed.

Shen Wanzhou picked up the cup again, her fingertips pressed firmly against the cold glass.

His gaze was fixed on the sea where Chen Yuan had disappeared.

Just as she couldn't help but stand up.

"Splash!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Chen Yuan emerged from the water.

Clear seawater dripped down his sharp jawline, slid over his angular pectoral muscles, and finally disappeared into the edge of his quick-drying pants.

He held a Caribbean spiny lobster, as long as an adult's forearm, in his left hand like an iron clamp.

He was holding three wild purple sea urchins, each about the size of a fist and covered in black spines, in his right hand.

Lunch is ready.

Chen Yuan casually flicked the water droplets off his hair and strode onto the beach.

Half an hour later.

A campfire was lit on the white sand beach.

The orange flames licked the dry coconut branches, making a crackling sound.

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged beside the fire.

The "Mad Dog" advanced tactical knife, which had once sliced ​​open the throats of countless enemies on the dark web, was now in his hand.

The heavy black blade slid precisely into the gap in the lobster's shell.

With a slight twist of his wrist.

"Click."

The hard shell was perfectly peeled off, revealing the snow-white, translucent shrimp meat inside, which was still trembling slightly.

There are no complicated seasonings.

He crushed a fresh lime with one hand, and the juice dripped evenly onto the shrimp meat.

Chen Yuan used the tip of his knife to pick up the fattest piece of shrimp meat and brought it to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

"Try it. The meat from this area is the sweetest because it hasn't been polluted by industry."

The smoky aroma of grilled seafood mixed with the refreshing scent of lime forcefully assaults the nasal passages.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth and took a bite.

The sweet and juicy shrimp meat exploded on her tongue, and the natural freshness made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

Beside them, Chen Nian was using a twig to precisely pry open the roasted sea urchins on the edge of the fire.

"Dad, the blood groove design of this knife is not conducive to cutting creatures with hard shells."

Chen Nian stared intently at the tactical knife in her father's hand and gave a fair assessment.

"It was originally intended for bloodletting."

Chen Yuan's knife moved swiftly, dividing the remaining shrimp meat into two portions and stuffing them into cleaned coconut shells.

"But as long as you have enough control over your wrist, a bleeding knife can still be used to cut sashimi."

He handed the coconut shell to his son.

"Remember, tools are inanimate. Who wields the knife and what it's used for is up to you."

Chen Nian nodded thoughtfully.

He took the coconut shell, used a small silver spoon to scoop out a piece of shrimp meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly and elegantly, as if he were eating at a Michelin three-star restaurant.

Chen Muzhou had already eaten until his mouth was greasy.

She was holding half a coconut shell, chewing and calling out indistinctly.

"Daddy's the best! Daddy's Superman! He defeated the giant bug!"

Chen Yuan put down his tactical knife, took out a wet wipe, and went over to carefully wipe away the food residue from his daughter's mouth.

"Eat slowly, there are plenty more in the sea. Nobody's going to take them from you."

Time slips away quietly as the waves wash over us.

The sun slowly sank below the horizon.

The entire sea surface was dyed a brilliant orange-red, like a huge brocade spread out.

Waves crashed against the distant reefs, creating ethereal echoes.

After eating and drinking her fill, Chen Muzhou fell asleep on the recliner, clutching her little hourglass.

Her little mouth was slightly pouting, and she occasionally smacked her lips twice.

Chen Nian Shen sat under the parasol next to her sister, holding a thick book, "Holographic Circuit Diagrams," and reading it intently by the light of a beach lamp.

Shen Wanzhou leaned on Chen Yuan's broad shoulders.

The sand beneath me still retained the warmth of the day, making me drowsy.

She looked at her sleeping daughter and her son quietly reading a book not far away.

The defensiveness and coldness that had enveloped her since she was old enough to understand things vanished completely that evening.

Her eyes and brows rippled with an intoxicating gentleness.

Chen Yuan held her hand.

Her calloused thumb gently caressed the wedding ring on her ring finger.

In this moment of tranquility, so quiet that you could almost hear time flowing by.

A barely perceptible red light suddenly flashed from the miniature communicator behind Chen Yuan's ear.

"drop--"

The faint hum of electricity was only audible to him.

He stopped stroking Shen Wanzhou's fingers.

One second he was a gentle and doting husband.

The next second, all the tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by the ghostly presence on the dark web, a figure who looked down on life and death.

Chen Yuan raised his head, his gaze passing over the calm sea surface to the reefs shrouded in night three nautical miles away.

There, several shadowy black speedboats without lights were silently approaching under the cover of night.

"Honey, you take the kids back to the villa and pick out rooms first."

Chen Yuan stood up and casually picked up the tactical knife stuck in the sand.

The blade spun skillfully in his palm, gleaming with a chilling light.

He looked down at Shen Wanzhou, his voice carrying a chilling, bloodthirsty edge:

"A few pieces of 'trash' that don't know their place have floated on the sea. I need to clean them up."