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

"Who gave you the audacity to yell at her on my turf?"

The chilling question exploded in the hall.

Chen Yuan's large, well-defined hand gripped Shen Tiancheng's wrist tightly.

The man's voice was completely flat.

Yet it carried a chill that seemed to penetrate the eardrum.

Click.

The cracking sound of bones being forcibly dislocated could be clearly heard in the spacious living room.

Shen Tiancheng's chubby face twitched violently.

"ah--!"

He let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The half-smoked Cohiba cigar he was holding between his fingers slipped from his hand and fell onto the Persian carpet.

The expensive wool was burned with a black hole that was emitting white smoke.

Shen Tiancheng's facial features contorted in pain.

Cold sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead, obscuring his meticulously styled slicked-back hair.

"You lowly butler! Let go of her!"

He was in so much pain that he jumped up and down, desperately trying to pry Chen Yuan's finger bones with his other hand.

Chen Yuan's fingers, however, remained as still as cast steel hoops.

"What are you all standing there for! Kill him!"

Shen Tiancheng cursed loudly at the bodyguards behind him.

Two burly bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward.

The leather shoes stomped heavily on the floor tiles.

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly.

His unfathomable black eyes swept over the two bodyguards.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor was the volume increased.

That oppressive feeling of someone who has long held a high position and is decisive in killing.

It was like an invisible mountain, pressing down straight down.

The two bodyguards froze, stopping abruptly halfway down the road.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he didn't even have the courage to take the second step.

The man reeked of blood even more than the blood they had accumulated in the ground.

Seeing that the bodyguards dared not move, Shen Tiancheng was so angry that he cursed loudly.

"Who do you think you are! A mere servant who pours tea and water for the Shen family!"

"I am the vice chairman of the Shen Group! I'm this girl's second uncle!"

"If you dare touch me, I'll make you vanish from Jianghai City tomorrow!"

Chen Yuan listened to these desperate threats, but his eyes remained completely unmoved.

He slightly turned his wrist.

He casually tossed it aside.

Shen Tiancheng's massive body, weighing over 200 pounds, resembled a sack full of stinking garbage.

He was thrown back five or six steps.

He slammed his lower back against the back of the leather sofa and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Two buttons on his suit jacket popped off and rolled into the corner.

He clutched his swollen right wrist, wincing in pain.

And behind Chen Yuan.

Shen Wanzhou huddled tightly in the corner of the sofa.

The oversized off-white knit sweater wrapped around her petite figure.

The suffocating and terrifying feeling that group of people had just brought.

The tide miraculously receded the moment Chen Yuan stood in front of her.

A man's back is broad and upright.

That clean, cool soap scent is like an impenetrable defense.

It kept all the stench and scheming out.

Her trembling toes slowly relaxed on the cashmere blanket.

Tender, white fingertips quietly extend.

He grabbed the black apron strap tied around Chen Yuan's waist.

Only half of her face was visible, but her peach blossom eyes were full of dependence and security.

"A mentally ill person who only dares to hide under the covers!"

Shen Tiancheng was helped up by his subordinates and continued to hurl insults at Shen Wanzhou, pointing his finger at her nose.

"How can someone who can't even see a person be in charge of billions of assets?!"

"I'm getting my hands on the CEO's seal today!"

"You, a lousy cook, really think you can protect her?"

Chen Yuan dusted off non-existent dust from his cuffs.

"The Shen family's assets?"

His voice was deep and laced with a chilling mockery.

"Are you talking about the three billion that was transferred to the Cayman Islands last month?"

"Are they still those six shell companies you registered in South Africa?"

Shen Tiancheng's curses caught in his throat.

It felt like an invisible hand was tightly gripping my throat.

His face visibly changed from flushed red to deathly ashen.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he stared at Chen Yuan in terror.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

His tongue began to tie itself in knots, and his voice trembled like a leaf falling in the wind.

These clandestine fund flows were all facilitated by multi-layered encrypted springboards he commissioned from top international hackers.

They thought they had done it perfectly.

Even the most rigorous auditing team within the Shen family couldn't find a single clue.

How could a housekeeper who's just flipping a wok in the kitchen possibly know?!

Chen Yuan was too lazy to waste words with him.

He turned and walked to the lower level of the coffee table next to him.

There was a manila envelope that he had just printed out that morning.

His large, well-defined hand picked up the file bag.

Tear open the seal.

He suddenly flicked his wrist.

Snapped!

A thick stack of A4 paper looked like a resounding slap in the face.

It landed squarely on Shen Tiancheng's old face.

The sharp edge of the paper grazed his cheek, leaving a red mark.

The documents scattered, covering the carpet beneath his feet like snowflakes.

Shen Tiancheng looked down.

I could only make out the topmost page.

His legs felt as if all the bones had been removed instantly.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees amidst the pile of shredded paper.

The bank statements of the overseas shell companies were clearly printed on it.

Even the IP address he used to issue money laundering instructions every time he logged into the dark web.

Everything was accurate to the second, clearly marked.

This level of top-secret data would take even transnational police several years to investigate!

"Who...who are you...?"

Shen Tiancheng raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with a ghostly fear.

Large drops of cold sweat rolled down my forehead and stung my eyes.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The once arrogant and domineering Second Master of the Shen family was now like a lump of mud.

The few trusted shareholders he brought were also completely terrified.

They secretly glanced at the irrefutable evidence of forgery on the ground, and each of them was drenched in sweat.

Fearing that the fire would spread to him, he involuntarily moved his feet toward the door.

Chen Yuan had one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers.

Looking down at the man slumped on the ground.

"You took advantage of her vulnerability to avoid people and manipulated the company's accounts."

"They fabricated the illusion of continuous losses and brought people here today to force us to resign."

Chen Yuan's voice echoed in the deathly silent hall.

Every word is piercing to the heart.

"That deficit of three billion is enough to put him in jail for life."

Shen Tiancheng trembled like a leaf.

He lunged forward, grabbing the documents from the ground with both hands, trying to tear them to shreds.

"Fake! You forged all of these!"

"Don't even think about slandering me! I'm a member of the Shen family, the police won't believe you!"

He screamed hysterically, making his final, desperate struggle.

Looking at his crazed and ugly state, Chen Yuan didn't even have the energy to refute him.

Just then.

On the road halfway up the mountain in Yunding Manor.

Woo-woo-woo

A loud siren shattered the afternoon tranquility.

The red and blue flashing lights refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room.

It struck Shen Tiancheng's pale face.

It's like a death warrant issued by Yama, the King of Hell.

The screeching of police car brakes echoed outside the manor's black and gold iron gates.

The paper in Shen Tiancheng's hand slipped and fell to the ground.

He opened his mouth, but no syllable could be uttered from his lisping throat.

She collapsed completely onto the carpet, utterly drained of the strength to even get up.

The piercing sound of police sirens rang out outside the manor. Chen Yuan coldly looked at Shen Tiancheng, who was slumped on the ground: "I've already reported you to the Economic Crime Bureau. Second Uncle, go to jail and live out your old age in peace."