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

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The bottom of the hardwood cane is covered with thick brass.

The sound of the impact on the polished Persian gray marble in the entryway was dull yet rhythmic.

Each blow felt like a punch to the chest.

He exudes a cold and authoritative aura, as if he has always held a high position.

The door was unlocked and was pushed open from the outside.

The morning breeze, carrying the chill of early spring, rudely poured into the once warm and cozy manor hall.

The wind caused the sheer curtains beside the French windows to billow violently.

Shen Wanzhou was holding a glass and drinking milk.

The sudden sound was like a rip that severed the nerves she had finally managed to relax.

His shoulders shrugged suddenly.

The glass in my hand tilted.

A few drops of warm white milk spilled out, splashing onto the back of her fair hand.

She instinctively wanted to shrink back.

Her social anxiety instincts instantly filled her almond-shaped eyes with panic.

Her long eyelashes trembled uneasily, like a broken butterfly trying to take flight.

Chen Yuan was faster than her.

His large hand steadily supported her wrist as she held the cup.

I gently pressed my fingertips twice on her pulse, conveying a soothing warmth.

With his other hand, he took the glass and placed it on the solid wood dining table.

It made a soft "click" sound.

"Don't be afraid."

He uttered those two low, steady words, swallowing them back down his throat.

Shen Wanzhou felt as if she had found her pillar of support.

Two slender white fingers immediately reached out and grabbed Chen Yuan's clothes tightly.

The knuckles turned bluish-white from the exertion.

Half of her body was hidden behind his broad shoulders.

She only dared to peek out half her face, looking timidly toward the entrance.

An elderly man dressed in a dark gray Tang suit stood in the entrance hall.

Her full head of silver hair was combed meticulously, without a single stray strand.

The wrinkles on his face were deep and etched like knife cuts.

Although his eyes were somewhat cloudy, the glint in them was as sharp as that of a hawk.

He was leaning on a sandalwood cane with a dragon head.

He was accompanied by two bodyguards, both over 1.9 meters tall and muscular, dressed in black.

The person who arrived was none other than the pillar of the Shen family conglomerate.

Shen Wanzhou's biological grandfather, Old Master Shen.

Since the internal strife in the Shen family six months ago, the granddaughter was so frightened that she locked herself in the Cloud Top Manor.

In the past six months, the old man's hair has turned mostly white from worry.

He consulted numerous top psychologists and nutrition experts.

They were all blocked by this tightly closed door.

I heard that the granddaughter doesn't even see the servants and is only kept alive by intravenous nutrition.

He, an old man, couldn't sleep at all, night after night.

This morning, he simply couldn't sit still any longer.

He kept it a secret from everyone and personally led two bodyguards to attack.

He had already prepared himself for the worst.

I expected to see a gaunt, shivering living dead hiding in the darkness.

But now.

The old man's hawk-like eyes were fixed on the center of the hall.

The pupils contracted sharply the instant the scene before them became clear.

What did he see?

That precious granddaughter who wouldn't even see her own grandfather.

The severe claustrophobia patient who would physiologically gag upon smelling the scent of strangers.

At this moment, she was actually wearing a thin silk slip dress.

He was wearing a large shirt that was clearly men's size.

She was obediently sticking close to a strange man.

The most critical thing is...

Her delicate, white hand, which she never let anyone touch.

She was gripping the man's wrist tightly!

Their posture was so intimate, they were practically conjoined twins!

The old man's breathing instantly became heavy.

His chest heaved violently, stretching the buttons of his Tang suit taut.

The color quickly faded from his weathered old face.

Instead, it was a steely blue like the color of a volcano about to erupt.

His sharp gaze, like two steel knives, abruptly shifted away from his granddaughter.

It stabbed hard into Chen Yuan's face.

The man was wearing ordinary gray casual clothes.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and his collar was slightly open.

She looks to be in her early twenties.

He didn't have the slicked-back look of a young master from a wealthy family; instead, he exuded a profound and unfathomable aura.

But in the old man's eyes...

This is a scammer who takes advantage of a vulnerability!

He's a wolf in sheep's clothing, using the guise of caring for a patient to plot against the Shen family's billions in assets!

His granddaughter is simple-minded and has been sick for half a year, so she must not be thinking clearly.

I don't know what kind of sweet talk and underhanded tactics this kid used.

They managed to fool people so much that they lost even the most basic sense of caution.

They even went inside and draped their clothes over each other!

"You bastard!"

The old man squeezed out these four words through gritted teeth.

Every word was filled with the hatred of grinding one's teeth.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out like gnarled tree roots.

The two bodyguards in black behind him sensed their master's anger.

Step forward immediately.

The leather shoes made a dull thud as they stepped on the Persian carpet.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, exuded a fierce killing intent like two guardian deities.

Be ready at any time to take down this reckless bastard.

Chen Yuan stood still, not retreating even half a step.

The broad shoulders completely shielded Shen Wanzhou.

Facing this once influential figure in the business world.

There was not a trace of fear or fawning in his eyes.

It was as calm as looking at a tree by the roadside.

This careless and indifferent attitude only adds fuel to the fire.

This completely ignited the fuse in the old man's heart.

Shen Wanshan lived to be over seventy years old.

In Jianghai City, if you stomp your foot, the ground will tremble.

When did it become the turn of a greenhorn to look at him like that?

The old man slammed his cane down on the marble floor with a deafening thud: "Uncle Fu! You get out here and explain yourself! Where did this wild man come from?!"