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

Looking at her payslip, which showed only 800 yuan left after deductions, Lin Qinghan completely broke down in tears: "He even felt it was pointless to torment me; he just treated me like a money-making machine..."

Suppressed howls echoed in the cramped, moldy storage room.

The dripping sound of water from the sink seemed to mock her wishful thinking.

The scene then cuts back to Cloud Top Manor, thirty kilometers away.

The midday sun shone warmly on the French-style floor-to-ceiling windows.

The spacious and bright open kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of creamy mushroom soup.

Chen Yuan was wearing that pure black fitted shirt.

The cuffs were neatly rolled up on his strong forearms.

Wearing an apron around her waist, she was bending down and slowly putting the sliced ​​Australian scallops and shrimp paste into the frying pan.

The butter in the pan sizzled softly.

The shrimp meat quickly turns from transparent to an enticing pinkish-white color when exposed to high temperatures.

Shen Wanzhou's appetite has been getting better and better these past few days.

Her originally thin cheeks have also developed some soft, plump collagen.

He has to find creative ways to replenish the lost nutrients.

The fountain square outside the gate was originally quiet and peaceful.

Rumble—!

A violent roar of engines brutally shattered the tranquility of the manor.

Even the glass door to the kitchen trembled slightly from the vibration.

Chen Yuan paused for half a second with the spatula in his hand.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The security around the manor is personally overseen by Eagle; normally, not even a fly can get in.

The commotion today clearly indicates that this is a tough nut to crack.

Outside the gate.

Six fully armed black Land Rover G-Class vehicles formed an arrogant convoy.

They completely ignored the speed bumps at the entrance and forced a stop next to the fountain.

The lead car had a glaringly red "京A" license plate, indicating it was a privileged vehicle.

This is not something that the nouveau riche in Jianghai City can get their hands on.

This is a talisman for the top elites in the capital.

The car doors opened in unison.

Twelve bodyguards, dressed in black tactical vests and with bulging muscles, filed out.

Each of them had a cold and hard expression, and their waists were bulging, exuding a chilling aura that made them unapproachable.

Eagle and the manor's security team immediately took over.

Two groups of people faced off on the white marble steps outside the hall, their tension palpable.

The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

"Who goes there? This is private property!"

Eagle reached for the baton on his lower back and warned in a low voice.

The door of the middle Land Rover slowly opened.

A pair of long, beautiful legs in red-soled high heels stepped out first.

Chu Mengyao was wearing a flamboyant burgundy haute couture suit.

He was wearing large sunglasses that covered most of his face.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a strikingly beautiful face.

Unlike the gentle and graceful women of Jiangnan.

She exuded an arrogance that came from being immersed in power since childhood.

The eldest daughter of the Chu family, the most prestigious family in the capital.

With a stomp of his foot, he could send shivers down the spines of most of the business community in the north.

"Get out of the way."

Chu Mengyao parted her red lips slightly, not even glancing at the eagle.

"I'm looking for Chen Yuan."

The eagle didn't move, blocking the entrance like an iron wall.

"I won't see anyone without an appointment."

Chu Mengyao scoffed coldly.

Her bodyguard immediately stepped forward and placed his hand directly on the hard object at her waist.

Conflict is imminent.

"Eagle, let her in."

A calm, cold voice came from the hall.

Chen Yuan tore off a clean, dry towel and slowly wiped his hands.

Walk from the kitchen to the center of the hall.

He didn't even take off his apron.

He stood there, a dozen meters away, coldly watching the scene outside the door.

The eagle withdrew its paw and stepped aside to make way.

Chu Mengyao walked into the ten-meter-high hall in her high heels.

Bodyguards followed closely behind, lining up on both sides of the hall.

She looked around at the luxurious furnishings of the manor.

Finally, his gaze settled on Chen Yuan.

That "Abyss" that manipulates the dark web and crushes the Lin family like ants.

That culinary master who made a state banquet master kneel down on the spot with a bowl of medicinal cuisine.

He was actually wearing an apron and cooking in a woman's house.

A strong desire to conquer flashed in Chu Mengyao's eyes.

This is a man with extraordinary abilities who is content with a simple life.

They're much more interesting than those spoiled rich kids in Beijing who only know how to race cars and throw money around.

"You're Chen Yuan?"

Chu Mengyao walked to the sofa and sat down without any hesitation.

Her legs were crossed gracefully.

"Great God of the Abyss, you've kept this disguise very well."

She casually tossed her sunglasses onto the glass coffee table, making a crisp sound.

"I don't like beating around the bush."

She gestured to the bodyguard behind her.

The bodyguard immediately handed over a black leather folder.

Chu Mengyao took it and slammed it onto the table.

With a "snap".

"Take a look."

Chen Yuan didn't even move his feet.

He remained standing in the same spot, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the folder.

"Not interested."

Three words, crisp and concise.

Chu Mengyao's smile froze for a moment, then she resumed her aloof demeanor.

She extended her fingers, which were painted with red nail polish.

Open the folder.

Inside lay a property ownership certificate with gold lettering.

The image above depicts a top-tier courtyard house within Beijing's Second Ring Road.

This kind of courtyard is priceless on the market; it's something money can't buy.

Beside it, there was a blank check stamped with the Chu family seal.

"Just nod your head."

"This courtyard house will be transferred to your name immediately."

Chu Mengyao pointed at the blank check.

"You can fill in as many zeros as you want in these numbers."

"The wealth of my Chu family can absolutely satisfy all your appetites."

She leaned back on the sofa, like a queen surveying her territory.

"The Shen family wields immense power in Jianghai City."

"But they are no match for the Chu family in the capital."

"All Shen Wanzhou can give you is a meager salary and the title of housekeeper."

"Follow me, and the position of CEO of the Chu family's core venture capital department is yours."

These words revealed an undisguised arrogance and predatory nature.

She didn't take Shen Wanzhou seriously at all.

In her view, men are all pragmatic.

Faced with absolute power and even greater wealth.

No one would spend their whole life with a female tycoon who has a mental illness.

Moreover, Chu Mengyao believed that she had both good looks and a good background.

They can leave Shen Wanzhou far behind.

The lobby was so quiet that only the faint sound of the central air conditioning could be heard.

Chen Yuan looked at the things on the table as if they were a pile of cheap waste paper.

A slight, mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was just about to tell the eagle to throw the group out.

Chu Mengyao thought he was hesitating.

She stood up and walked up to him in her high heels.

An expensive perfume scent wafted over me.

Chu Mengyao crossed her arms and held her chin high: "Leave Shen Wanzhou and come with me. The money and power she can give you, my Chu family will give you three times as much!"