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The orange-red sunset was shattered on the sea surface, and the last rays of light were swallowed by the surging waves.

The soft white sand still retains the warmth of the sun's rays during the day.

This Caribbean sea area, unmarked on any civilian maps, has finally entered its own night.

Shen Wanzhou leaned on Chen Yuan's bare left shoulder.

My cheek was pressed against his firm, warm muscles, and I could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat clearly.

The sea breeze, carrying the scent of pine burning in the campfire, blew across the two men's clasped hands.

"Chen Yuan," Shen Wanzhou said softly, her voice as if it had been soaked in warm water, exuding a languid quality.

"Um?"

The man lowered his head, his chin brushing against the top of her head, his calloused fingertips casually stroking the back of her hand.

"It's been four and a half years."

She turned her gaze to the parasol not far away.

Chen Muzhou was fast asleep on the beach chair, sprawled out, a pink hourglass lying beside him. The little girl's belly rose and fell with her breath, and a glistening drop of drool clung to the corner of her mouth.

Chen Nian Shen held the thick holographic circuit diagram book, and with the warm light of the camp's windproof lamp, he flipped through it with complete concentration.

"I could never even picture such a scene in my dreams before." Shen Wanzhou closed her five fingers, her nails gently digging into the lines of Chen Yuan's palm.

For her, the world was once a locked, cold cellar.

Even as the richest woman in Jianghai City, sitting in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Shen Group's building, her stomach would spasm reflexively whenever she heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

If I make eye contact with someone I don't know for more than three seconds, my back will break out in a cold sweat, and I'll feel like I'm suffocating.

"Back then, Gu Ziang and Lin Qinghan were like venomous snakes hiding in the gutter. They were eyeing my money and Shen's shares, testing my limits in all sorts of disgusting ways."

Shen Wanzhou's voice calmed down.

There was no sobbing, only a sense of clarity that comes after emerging from the cocoon like a butterfly.

"Every day I calculate how much longer I can hold on before they drive me crazy. I feel like I'll stay in this windowless financial prison for the rest of my life."

Chen Yuan did not respond.

He grabbed a thin cashmere blanket with a subtle star pattern from the side and wrapped it tightly around Shen Wanzhou.

The temperature difference between day and night on the island is large, and the sea breeze already carries a chill.

He grabbed her wrist with his other hand, forcefully squeezing his five fingers between hers.

Their fingers were interlaced, fitting perfectly together.

The two rings made a soft metallic clinking sound as they moved.

One of them is a pink diamond that reflects the camp lights.

The other ring is a black gold pinky ring representing a trillion-dollar offshore fund pool and the highest authority on the dark web.

The power that the world sees as capable of triggering a global financial tsunami is now just an ordinary accessory that Chen Yuan uses to hold his wife's fingers.

"I've already scattered the ashes of those poisonous snakes."

Chen Yuan's deep, husky voice sounded particularly heavy amidst the sound of the waves, carrying an undeniable arrogance and a sense of reassurance.

"From now on, there will be no dark cellars, no dinner parties where you have to put on a brave face, and no one will dare to raise their voice at you."

He turned his head and pressed his warm lips to her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Only the hot soup served in different ways every day, and these three troublesome little devils that belong only to you."

Shen Wanzhou snuggled closer to him, her toes curling comfortably in the warm sand.

"You're the biggest troublemaker."

She turned her head, her nose brushing against his jawline.

"Who's a kind-hearted guy who takes his wife on their honeymoon and tears a lobster apart with his bare hands on the beach?"

"How much did Boss Shen eat just now?"

Chen Yuan's chest trembled, and he let out a low laugh.

"Who scraped all the shrimp meat out of half a coconut shell? They even took the lime juice."

Shen Wanzhou straightened up and nudged his abs with her elbow. The hard, muscular touch made her elbow go numb.

"That's because the ingredients from the Caribbean are good. I could eat it if someone else grilled it."

"You try it." Chen Yuan's tone suddenly turned cold, carrying a hint of unreasonable possessiveness. "If anyone dares to hand you food, I'll sink them, pot and all, into the Mariana Trench."

Shen Wanzhou was amused by his domineering and possessive behavior towards his food.

She simply turned over and straddled his lap, facing him. The large cashmere blanket enveloped them both in the same warm, enclosed space.

Three years ago, she wouldn't have even dared to think of doing this.

But now, she even dares to reach out and pinch the cheek of this dark web overlord.

"Mr. Chen, as the behind-the-scenes boss of a trillion-dollar conglomerate, can't you be reasonable?"

Shen Wanzhou's fingertips traced his high, straight nose, outlining his deep features.

"Reasoning is a businessman's business." Chen Yuan grasped her mischievous hand, brought it to his lips, and gently bit her fingertip with his sharp teeth. "I'm a cook. A cook's rule is to only feed his own wife."

Chen Nianshen, who was not far away, turned a page of his book and glanced over in their direction.

The three-and-a-half-year-old boy shook his head expressionlessly, put down the circuit diagram in his hand, reached out and grabbed a bath towel, and covered his drooling sister with it.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see," he muttered, moving his beach chair so that his back was to his affectionate parents.

Shen Wanzhou heard her son's mutterings, and her ears instantly turned a light red.

She braced herself on Chen Yuan's shoulders, trying to get off his lap.

However, his waist was firmly held down by a pair of iron arms, rendering him unable to move.

"Don't move." Chen Yuan rested his chin on her shoulder, buried his nose in the crook of her neck, and greedily inhaled the faint scent of orange blossom.

"Let them get used to it. There will be many more scenes like this in the future."

The firewood crackled in the campfire, bursting into a golden spark.

Shen Wanzhou stopped struggling.

She relaxed her body, surrendering all her weight to the man beneath her.

She knew that as long as this person was there...

Even if the sky were to fall, he would hold it up with one hand while peeling shrimp for her with the other.

This is her source of confidence: an absolute sense of security that spans half the globe, from Jianghai City to the Caribbean Sea.

"Chen Yuan".

"Um."

"I want seafood congee for breakfast tomorrow. No scallions."

"Okay. I'll go catch crabs over by the reef before dawn."

The conversation was unremarkable.

Each sentence is like a sturdy steel nail, firmly fixing this down-to-earth and peaceful feeling into the annals of time.

With him around, this world, which was once only black, white, and gray, has come to have vibrant colors.

Night completely enveloped this pristine island.

Starlight scattered like shattered diamonds across the dark sea.

This tranquility even gave the surrounding air a sweet scent.

Just as this peaceful and tender feeling reached its peak.

On a beach chair not far away, the screen of the black encrypted phone that Chen Yuan had casually tossed on his suit jacket lit up unexpectedly.

There was no ringtone, and no vibration indicator.

A cold, eerie blue light pierced the darkness of the lounge chair area.

On the screen, lines of top-secret gibberish that no ordinary person could understand were scrolling wildly.

This is a ghost channel urgent message, the highest level of the dark web.

Only when it involves the core interests of Star Venture Capital, or when someone crosses the red line set by Chen Yuan, will Eagle, based far away in Jianghai City, forcibly activate this channel.

Chen Yuan did not loosen his grip on Shen Wanzhou.

He maintained that tender posture, his chin still rubbing affectionately against his wife's neck.

But the moment his deep black eyes, which were originally full of tenderness, swept over the dark blue screen, he seamlessly switched from a loving husband to a dark web demon.

The warmth in his eyes had not faded, but the killing intent had already frozen into ice.

The garbled text froze on the screen, eventually transforming into several scarlet coordinates representing the headquarters of a certain European conglomerate.

Chen Yuan looked away.

His large hand holding Shen Wanzhou's waist did not tremble at all, and even the frequency of his breathing did not change in the slightest.

He simply held his wife's hand a little tighter.

A hint of disdainful coldness suddenly appeared in the curve of his thin lips.

Shen Wanzhou was completely unaware.

She leaned against her husband, lost in anticipation of tomorrow's seafood congee without scallions. In her eyes, the world remained an absolutely safe haven.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and kissed the top of his wife's head again.

His tone was so gentle, as if he had only seen dust on the dining table that needed to be wiped off with a cloth.

"Looks like there are still a few lingering bugs in Europe that aren't quite dead yet. I'll just go and stomp them out tomorrow."