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

The desperate howls were left outside the Rolls-Royce's soundproof glass.

The heavy privacy windows were completely rolled up.

It completely isolates the muddy mess outside from the cool world inside the car.

The convoy smoothly drove into the dark passageway of the underground parking garage.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the leather seat.

He casually flipped through the investment reports in his hand.

Those numbers danced in his eyes.

But it couldn't distract him from his extra attention.

5:30 p.m.

The internal senior management meeting of Xingchen Venture Capital ended on time.

The flow of hundreds of billions of dollars.

He finalized the decision with just a few words.

No one dared to utter a single dissent.

The convoy started again and headed towards Cloud Top Manor.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm orange filter over Jianghai City.

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of the black and gold carved gate.

The water droplets in the fountain pool reflected the fragmented light of the evening.

Chen Yuan pushed open the car door.

A cool evening breeze brushed against his forehead.

It carries the fresh scent of grass and trees unique to early spring.

He stepped onto the white marble steps.

We walked up to the heavy front door.

My finger just touched the fingerprint lock's sensing area.

drop--

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Chen Yuan's movements froze in mid-air.

At this time of day, the manor is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

That shy boss must have been wrapped up tightly in the blankets in the master bedroom on the second floor.

But today is different.

A petite figure stood under the warm yellow crystal chandelier in the porch.

Shen Wanzhou did not hide upstairs.

She was wearing a loose-fitting off-white knit sweater.

The soft texture of the yarn gave her a relaxed, homey vibe.

She was wearing those familiar bunny slippers.

She stood at the edge of the Persian carpet in the entryway.

Hands behind the back.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her knitted sweater.

The pinkish fingertips hinted at a slight unease.

But he didn't take a single step back.

"I'm back."

Her voice was very soft.

It was soft and sticky, like a feather brushing against Chen Yuan's earlobe.

A gentle ripple appeared in Chen Yuan's deep eyes.

She shed the cold, ruthless demeanor she displayed in the business world.

"Yeah, it's windy outside."

He closed the door behind him.

It blocked out the chill from outside.

Chen Yuan raised his hand.

He was about to take off his haute couture suit jacket, which was slightly dusty.

Shen Wanzhou suddenly took a small step forward.

Two fair and delicate hands reached out.

He accurately pinched the edge of the suit jacket.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Chen Yuan in the eye.

Her eyelashes fluttered like two startled butterflies.

The breathing rate noticeably increased.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

With a stiff upper lip, he followed Chen Yuan's movements as he took off his clothes.

He took the suit jacket.

The man's body heat still lingered on the dark fabric.

It was mixed with that clean and refreshing soap scent.

It enveloped her instantly.

Shen Wanzhou held the suit jacket in her arms.

The blush on her cheeks spread all the way to the base of her neck.

Even the tips of her ears were flushed with a ripe blush.

This set of movements is nothing out of the ordinary for most people.

Like a wife waiting for her husband to come home from get off work.

But for her, a socially anxious person who hasn't dared to even see her maid for the past six months.

These few seconds of physical contact and proactive greeting.

It took her an entire afternoon to mentally prepare herself.

They even rehearsed in front of the mirror several times.

Chen Yuan looked at her, who seemed to want to bury her face in her clothes.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

The vibrations in my chest were particularly clear in the quiet entryway.

He didn't expose her little scheme.

I changed into cotton slippers and walked calmly into the house.

What do you want to eat tonight?

He rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt as he walked.

His strong forearm muscles are on full display.

"I spent half the day at the company looking at reports."

"I just passed by the seafood market and asked Eagle to buy some live shrimp."

Shen Wanzhou followed behind him, carrying the suit jacket.

I walked forward, stepping on his shadow.

"I want to eat shrimp paste..."

Her voice came out muffledly from behind the suit fabric.

"Add tomatoes and simmer for a while longer."

"I want it to be sweet and sour."

They've become increasingly adept at making requests when ordering food.

The trepidation I felt the first time when I slipped Monka through the crack in the door was completely gone.

"OK."

Chen Yuan stopped and turned to look at her.

"Shrimp paste is only chewy when it's handmade."

"Will you peel garlic for me?"

Shen Wanzhou's eyes lit up.

He nodded slightly.

"it is good."

The two walked one after the other down the corridor toward the kitchen.

The conversation was accompanied by the soft patter of slippers on the floor.

It slowly disperses in the air.

In the shadows at the corner of the first-floor lobby.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, stood pressed against the cold wall.

She was holding a fruit platter that she hadn't had time to send to the kitchen yet.

He looked like a petrified sculpture.

They remained frozen in place, completely motionless.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the backs of the two figures that walked into the kitchen.

The water in his eyes was visibly rising.

My vision was quickly blurred by tears.

The sound of running water from the kitchen tap could be heard.

There was also Chen Yuan's whisper as he instructed Shen Wanzhou to peel garlic.

Occasionally, there were soft gasps of surprise from the girl because of her clumsiness.

The sound of garlic peels falling into the trash can was clearly audible.

This lively, everyday sound is like a heavy hammer blow.

It struck Uncle Fu's heart, which was full of vicissitudes.

He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down onto the mahogany chair in the corner.

His hand, covered in age spots, tightly covered his mouth.

I was afraid I would burst into tears.

It disturbed the hard-won tranquility in the kitchen.

half year ago.

Ever since the earth-shattering internal strife in the Shen family.

This Genting Manor has become a lifeless tomb for the living dead.

Back then, the master bedroom on the second floor never saw a ray of sunlight.

The gaps in the heavy curtains were all sealed tightly with tape.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The floor was littered with IV drip bottles containing nutrient solution and broken porcelain bowls.

Even the slightest sound.

Heart-wrenching screams would then erupt from inside the door.

The Shen family heir who was invincible in the business world.

Locking myself in endless darkness, I couldn't even swallow a drop of water.

He was so thin that he was just skin and bones.

They could leave silently at any time in the dead of night.

Uncle Fu stood outside that tightly closed mahogany door countless times.

Listening to the suppressed breathing inside.

I'm so worried that my hair is falling out in clumps.

She even drafted a will for the old man.

But now.

That young lady who once sealed herself in a shell.

She was wearing an ordinary knitted sweater and standing at the front door waiting for a man to come home.

He would awkwardly accept the coat.

They would follow people around, haggling over whether to eat tomato and shrimp paste.

They're even willing to stand in a bright kitchen.

Use the same hands that sign contracts worth hundreds of billions to peel a clove of garlic.

Two overlapping silhouettes were reflected in the glass door of the kitchen.

Chen Yuan seemed to be teaching her how to peel the garlic skins completely.

Shen Wanzhou stood very close to him.

Her shoulder was almost touching his arm.

That kind of relaxation and dependence that comes from the heart.

This was a scene that Uncle Fu had never dared to dream of in the past six months.

A warm evening breeze blew into the hall through the half-open window.

Carrying the fragrance of the soil from the manor.

It dispelled the last lingering gloom that had been weighing on Uncle Fu's heart.

He placed the fruit plate on the low table next to him.

He shakily pulled a neatly folded, pure white handkerchief from the pocket of his tuxedo.

His calloused fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He took off his reading glasses.

Press the handkerchief to the corner of her red eyes.

Tears quickly soaked through the pure cotton fabric.

My shoulder is twitching.

The anxiety and fear that had been suppressed for half a year completely collapsed at this moment.

The sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes being stir-fried in a pan wafted from the kitchen.

That's the true taste of a living person.

Uncle Fu took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, his voice choked with sobs, unable to speak: "May the old master's spirit in heaven bless her, Miss... she's finally like a normal, living person again!"