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

Clenched tightly by those calloused hands, Chen Yuan could even feel the intense trembling emanating from his thin shirt.

Uncle Fu's eyes were red, and turbid tears slid down his wrinkled cheeks.

pat.

Tears fell onto the expensive cashmere carpet, instantly creating dark ripples.

"Mr. Chen, my young lady... she actually ate meat?!"

The old man's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

Every word was filled with an almost manic ecstasy and disbelief.

Chen Yuan lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the spotless white porcelain plate on the tray.

Not a single drop of sweet and sour sauce was left; it was so clean you could see your reflection in it.

"Just a simple home-style sweet and sour pork ribs dish."

He spoke calmly, casually transferring the empty tray to his other hand.

His upright figure appeared composed under the dim light of the corridor.

"When the cooking time is right and the flavor is perfect, it will naturally make you want to eat more rice."

Uncle Fu's lips trembled violently as he shook his head repeatedly.

Her withered fingers gripped even tighter, as if afraid that Chen Yuan in front of her would suddenly fly away.

"No, Mr. Chen, you don't understand the significance of this plate of meat at all!"

The old man loosened his grip and hastily wiped his face with the cuff of his expensive tuxedo.

He tried to calm the violent heaving in his chest.

"The young lady suffers from severe anorexia nervosa, accompanied by severe social phobia."

A wisp of cool air blew out from the central air conditioning in the corridor.

Uncle Fu's voice seemed to carry a chilling coldness and heartache.

"For six whole months, she hasn't been able to eat any solid food."

"Just seeing those dishes causes severe physiological gagging."

"They're barely hanging on by the skin, relying entirely on Dr. Su to administer a high-concentration IV drip every day!"

Chen Yuan raised his brow slightly.

The image of that hand that had just peeked out from under the door flashed through my mind.

No wonder that hand was so pale it was almost sickly transparent.

It turns out that it wasn't just the paleness of a place that never sees the sun.

It is also due to extreme weakness caused by long-term severe malnutrition.

"I thought this high-priced recruitment would end in failure, just like the previous dozens of times."

Uncle Fu looked up at Chen Yuan, his eyes filled with the same way he looked at a savior who had descended from the heavens.

"Mr. Chen, from today onwards, there will be no upper limit on the budget for the kitchen."

"If you're willing to ask, I'll even go and buy you dragon meat from heaven!"

Chen Yuan patted the old man on the shoulder, without saying any of those insincere pleasantries.

He simply gave a curt "okay".

As Uncle Fu watched Chen Yuan's departing figure, the heart that had been in his throat finally settled down.

He shakily pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket and issued the highest-level procurement order to the bodyguards downstairs.

Any ingredients that Mr. Chen needs, even if they are freshly caught from the deep Pacific Ocean, must be delivered to the estate within two hours.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was completely blocked from the corridor by the heavy velvet curtains.

The room was dimly lit and quiet.

Chen Yuan leaned back on the leather sofa in the lounge, his legs stretched out and crossed.

The phone screen emitted a faint blue light.

On the screen, the stock called "Green Vine Pharmaceuticals" was firmly locked at the daily limit up.

Hundreds of thousands of buy orders piled up like mountains, unstoppable.

With an initial investment of 100,000 yuan, a considerable profit was made in just half a day.

Chen Yuan tapped the sofa armrest with his fingertips.

Enjoying the ultimate thrill of having complete control over wealth.

Just then, the deathly silence in the corridor outside was broken.

rustle.

A slight scraping sound came from the smooth mahogany floor.

The sound was so quiet it was almost negligible.

It looked like a tiny cat's paw nervously scratching at the door panel.

Chen Yuan immediately locked the screen and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

I got up, walked quietly to the end of the corridor.

The indestructible double mahogany door remained tightly closed.

Even the door lock didn't make a sound when it turned.

But at the bottom of the door, a striking dark gold glittered.

A black card with a dark gold border is being pushed outwards little by little.

The card-pushing motion is slow.

There was even a tentative pause.

It pushed out two inches, then, as if hearing the noise in the corridor, quickly retracted half an inch.

It's just like a frightened young animal testing the level of danger in the outside world.

It was afraid that a hand would suddenly reach out from outside the door and grab it.

Chen Yuan could even picture her crouching behind the door, biting her lower lip in a conflicted way.

Chen Yuan stood quietly a meter away from the door.

His hands were in his pockets, and he didn't make a sound.

He waited patiently for the card to completely slide out of the gap.

It provided a great psychological safety zone for the person with severe social anxiety behind the door.

A full minute passed.

The black card, along with a pink sticky note underneath, was finally fully exposed on the carpet.

A soft rustling sound of slippers coming from inside the door immediately followed, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

The footsteps were clattering and disordered.

It's as if you can see a girl in oversized pajamas, blushing and clutching her chest, frantically running back to her bed.

A low, muffled laugh escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

Bend down.

The well-defined knuckles touched the top-tier black card with its exaggeratedly frosted texture.

Centurion Black Card.

There is no spending limit.

The number of people in the entire Jianghai City who possess this type of card is absolutely very small.

It felt heavy in my hand, and the metal edges even retained a trace of body heat.

It was obvious that she had been mentally prepared for a long time while being held in someone's grasp before finally mustering the courage to hand it over.

Chen Yuan's gaze shifted downwards and landed on the pink sticky note.

You can even smell a very faint peach scent on the paper.

Her handwriting is beautiful.

However, the turns in the strokes show a noticeable tremor.

Even on one radical, the ink from the fountain pen bled out as a small black dot because the pause was too long.

Clearly, the person writing was in a state of extreme tension, with sweaty palms.

"Lunch was delicious, thank you."

The brief opening remarks revealed a lack of social skills and awkwardness.

"Buy whatever you need for the kitchen anytime, and ask me for more if you still need it."

Looking at these few lines of text, Chen Yuan felt a sense of absurd amusement.

This tone doesn't sound like that of a billionaire tycoon who is decisive and ruthless.

She's more like a two-dimensional little girl who's beholden to adults and desperately tries to use her pocket money to please them.

This is the extreme contrast of using the highest level of wealth to do the most humble and ingratiating things.

She's infinitely better than that arrogant and entitled ex.

Thinking of the female CEO writhing in stomach pain, a hint of extreme indifference flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

Lin Qinghan would simply enjoy the code he wrote while staying up all night.

Even when he was sick with a fever, they would only complain that he hadn't prepared breakfast on time.

And this socially awkward girl is just one door away.

It was just a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs made with leftovers.

That would make her hand over the black card, which symbolized unlimited wealth, without hesitation.

This is the most extreme difference between people.

Chen Yuan shook his head, a pure smile appearing in his eyes.

Feeding such a possessive and obedient rich woman is a treatment he's never imagined.

He held the black card, his fingertips gently tracing the embossed numbers on its surface.

Just as he was about to put the black card in his pocket and turn around to prepare dinner for his sugar daddy.

His gaze suddenly stopped at the very bottom of the note.

The warm glow of the spotlights from the ceiling of the corridor shone directly on the bottom right corner of the sticky note.

There was also a line of tiny, delicate handwriting.

So small that if you don't look closely, you might mistake it for a random horizontal line.

Chen Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The knuckles holding the note turned slightly pale.

A subtle, tingling sensation suddenly shot up my spine for no apparent reason.

It felt like a soft feather gently brushing against the deepest barrier of my heart.

At the very bottom of the note was a line of text so small it was almost invisible: "Buy whatever ingredients you want... The password is your birthday on your resume."