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

A large, heavy hand slapped down on his shoulder with great force.

Chen Yuan did not shy away from it, allowing this business magnate to brand him with official recognition.

The old man leaned on a sandalwood cane.

He strode out of the main hall of Cloudtop Manor, accompanied by the two bodyguards in black.

They came with a thunderous rage, ready to demand an explanation.

He left with a beaming smile, and even his back was straighter than usual.

The black and gold gate closed again.

The tense and oppressive atmosphere in the hall completely dissipated.

Uncle Fu, who was hiding in the backyard, heard the commotion and quickly ran out.

I just happened to see the old man get into that extended version of the Hongqi sedan.

His weathered face instantly blossomed into a smile even brighter than the old man's.

Over the past six months.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense day and night, finally settled down completely at this moment.

The old man was someone who couldn't tolerate any wrongdoing.

The weight of being able to have him personally call you "grandson-in-law" is heavier than ten marriage certificates.

Uncle Fu turned his head.

My gaze swept across the hall and landed on the semi-transparent glass door to the kitchen.

Chen Yuan had already put the pure black apron back on.

Fresh ingredients are being prepared at the kitchen counter.

The tap was running loudly.

Shen Wanzhou's frightened cat is still hiding in the kitchen and hasn't come out.

A small silhouette can be faintly seen.

It was pressed against Chen Yuan's back, peeking out with its little head and staring at the cutting board.

Uncle Fu stroked his chin.

A shrewd glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Since the old man has spoken...

The process of turning raw rice into cooked rice cannot be delayed any longer.

He beckoned over and summoned several of his most clever servants.

He lowered his voice, his tone conveying a swift and decisive air.

"Go and pack up everything in the butler's suite on the first floor."

The servants were taken aback.

"Manager Fu, Mr. Chen has been fired?"

Uncle Fu slapped the talkative servant on the back of the head.

"Fire him my ass! He's the new son-in-law!"

"Move everything to the master bedroom upstairs!"

"Don't forget a single piece of clothing or a charging cable!"

The servants' eyes widened instantly, and they covered their mouths to chuckle.

I quickly and swiftly ran towards the butler suite at the end of the first-floor corridor.

In the kitchen.

The scallions and garlic in the oil released an enticing aroma.

Chen Yuan held the handle of the frying pan with one hand.

With a steady flick of the wrist, fry a grouper in the pan until both sides are golden brown.

Shen Wanzhou was standing less than an arm's length away from him.

I ran in, embarrassed by what the old man said.

The blush on her cheeks hadn't completely faded.

The blush extended all the way to the base of her fair ears.

With both hands gripping the edge of the marble countertop, like a quail waiting to be fed.

"Go sit at the dining table; there's a lot of cooking fumes there."

Chen Yuan placed the fried fish onto a plate and turned to her, saying something.

Shen Wanzhou shook her head.

Instead of leaving, it boldly took half a step closer.

The sweet aroma of peaches mingled with the smell of cooking in the kitchen.

It burrowed straight into Chen Yuan's nasal cavity.

"Was Grandpa...too fierce just now?"

She bit her lower lip, her voice as soft and sweet as a cotton candy.

They were afraid that Chen Yuan would harbor resentment because of the old man's initial attitude.

"Not fierce."

Chen Yuan picked up the spice jar next to him.

"He truly cares about you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders finally relaxed completely.

She looked at the man's profile as he focused on cooking.

His sharply defined jawline, bathed in the warm kitchen light, possessed a fatal attraction.

That title, "grandson-in-law," kept playing uncontrollably in her mind.

My heart started pounding wildly again.

She dared not stay any longer.

She was afraid that Chen Yuan would hear her unruly heartbeat.

She left with the words "I'm going to wash my hands" and ran towards the restaurant, lifting her coat hem.

Half an hour later.

A sumptuous meal of four dishes and one soup was served on the table.

Shen Wanzhou had an unusually good appetite today.

For the first time ever, I ate a whole bowl of rice, and even drank all the soup.

The socially awkward billionaire, well-fed and watered, is like a satiated cat.

I snuggled up on the leather sofa in the living room, hugging a Pikachu plush pillow while watching cartoons.

Chen Yuan finished cleaning up the kitchen.

Take off the apron and wipe the water off your hands.

I'm going back to the butler's room to change my clothes and finish running the remaining code for the ghost base station.

He walked down the spacious corridor on the first floor to the door of the room at the end.

I just put my hand on the metal doorknob.

Click.

The doorknob was pressed down.

But the door remained completely still.

Chen Yuan frowned.

Press down again.

It still won't open.

He never locks this door.

Even when Uncle Fu comes to clean, he will leave a crack.

Why is it locked from the outside today?

"Mr. Chen, are you looking for your keys?"

At the corner of the corridor.

Uncle Fu walked out with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

The expression on his face was even more radiant than when the Shen family's stock hit its daily limit back then.

Chen Yuan loosened the doorknob and turned around.

"Is the door lock broken?"

Uncle Fu shook his head and walked to the door.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out a large bunch of keys from the inside pocket of his tuxedo.

It waved twice in front of Chen Yuan.

It made a clanging, metallic sound.

"The door wasn't broken; I locked it."

Uncle Fu lied through his teeth without batting an eye.

"There's a problem with the waterproofing in this butler's room; it needs major repairs."

"I've already had it emptied out."

Chen Yuan's gaze passed over Uncle Fu.

It landed on the tightly closed door.

His hearing was far beyond that of ordinary people; there was no sound of water leaking in the room.

Even the faint electrical hum that usually emanates from the workstation's main unit is gone.

It was as empty as a bare, unfinished house that had never been lived in.

"Where are my things?" Chen Yuan asked.

Uncle Fu's face was all wrinkled from laughing so hard.

He pointed to the direction of the second floor above his head.

"Mr. Chen, rest assured, your clothes, computer, and even your old slippers will be safe."

"They've all been moved up to the second floor and placed in Miss's master bedroom."

Chen Yuan was stunned for half a second.

A hint of helpless astonishment flashed in his deep eyes.

This old butler is even more efficient than Shen's acquisition team.

The father-in-law had just called his granddaughter's husband.

He immediately moved the bedding roll into the master bedroom.

This isn't even a single evening to spare for that socially anxious cat.

Does she know?

Chen Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose.

I remembered how embarrassed Shen Wanzhou looked in the kitchen just now, unable to lift her head.

If only I had known I was moving in tonight.

I reckon I'd suffocate in bed.

"Miss was engrossed in watching cartoons and didn't notice the noise of moving things."

Uncle Fu rubbed his hands together, adopting a nonchalant attitude.

It's obvious they're forcing us to do it.

"Mr. Chen, the old master gave a strict order before he left."

"The Shen family's estate is so large, we can't let the new son-in-law be forced to sleep on the floor on the first floor."

Uncle Fu locked the door to the housekeeper's room on the first floor tightly and casually stuffed the key into his inner pocket: "Mr. Chen, the bed upstairs is already warmed up. If you sleep on the sofa again tonight, the old man will beat me with his cane."