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

The blond, blue-eyed chef knelt on the marble floor.

With those hands that have held expensive Western-style kitchen knives for years.

Carefully cradling that delicate, translucent white radish peony.

I was afraid that if I breathed too heavily, I would blow this work of art away.

The fat on Liu Furong's face twitched violently.

His face went from ashen to a deep liver color.

He originally intended to use this dish to put the Shen family in a bad light.

As a result, the three-Michelin-starred chef he had spent a fortune to hire actually knelt down before the man behind Shen Wanzhou.

The slap was loud and crisp.

The big bosses around them exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Liu Furong now carried a hint of schadenfreude.

"Stop playing tricks!"

Liu Furong slammed his hand on the table, making the silver cutlery on it rattle loudly.

He pointed to the plate of cold-cooked bluefin tuna.

"What good are good knife skills? The essence of this dish lies in the rarity of the ingredients!"

"This is top-grade bluefin tuna that I airlifted back from the deep sea off Norway at great expense!"

"Even if your Shen family is wealthy, you couldn't possibly acquire this kind of high-quality goods!"

Chen Yuan stood at the edge of the open kitchen.

He took a clean white towel and slowly wiped his knuckles.

Upon hearing this, a cold mockery flashed in his deep eyes.

"Top-grade bluefin fin from the Norwegian deep sea?"

Chen Yuan casually tossed the towel onto the kitchen counter.

He strode over to Liu Furong.

Looking down at the fat man covered in sweat.

"Boss Liu, the muscle fibers in this fish are loose after it's been cut open."

"The edges even had faint dark red blood spots accumulated."

"This is a typical example of near-shore aquaculture, a substandard product grown using antibiotics and fast-growing feed."

Liu Furong's pupils suddenly contracted.

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, rolling down his sparse scalp.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to use the volume to cover up his guilty conscience.

Chen Yuan didn't even bother to refute it.

He leaned down slightly, placing his hands on the edge of the dining table covered with a lace tablecloth.

The oppressive feeling was like a tangible weight pressing down on Liu Furong's face.

"Not only is the fish fake."

Chen Yuan spoke very slowly, each word piercing to the heart.

"Your 'Shengrong Catering' has had its supply chain in Europe for the past three years."

"They rely entirely on smuggling cheap frozen meat, labeling it with top-quality organic tags, and selling it to those high-end restaurants."

"Those suppliers' secret transaction records."

"It's in a hidden folder on that black, encrypted computer you always carry around."

The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The rustling sound of the sea breeze blowing through the curtains was clearly audible.

As if electrocuted, Liu Furong abruptly clutched the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

His face was beyond just looking ugly.

His face was deathly pale, like that of a dead person.

This was his top secret, the one he used to save his life.

To prevent leaks, he even spent a lot of money to hire international hackers to implement level 10 encryption.

How did this man know?

"Who...who are you?"

Liu Furong's voice trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

My legs went weak, and I slumped into the chair.

The arrogance and domineering attitude from before vanished completely, leaving only fear of the unknown.

The business tycoons around me are all shrewd and calculating.

Seeing Liu Furong's bizarre reaction, there was nothing else that couldn't be understood.

This old man is really swindling money by smuggling inferior ingredients!

Many of the people present also own high-end chain restaurants.

The thought that it might have been a counterfeit product that had been sold by Liu Furong was unbearable.

My stomach churned violently, and I looked at him as if he were a pile of stinking garbage.

"Mr. Liu, our previous cooperation agreement is null and void."

"Remove Sheng Rong's plates from my hotel immediately!"

Several big bosses acted decisively and immediately drew a line between themselves and the company.

I was afraid that if I was even a second too late, I would get splashed with mud in this mess.

Liu Furong slumped in the chair.

All I could hear were the urgent cries of business partners terminating their contracts.

He knew that his career in the catering industry was completely over.

Chen Yuan didn't look at him again.

This kind of clown isn't even worth wasting a second of his breath on.

He turned and walked toward the seat of honor.

Shen Wanzhou was sitting obediently in the chair.

Those sparkling, peach-blossom eyes stared at him without blinking.

It was filled with unreserved adoration and scattered smiles.

The suffocating feeling that had made her tremble was nowhere to be seen.

As long as this man is there.

Even this rocking cruise ship has become the safest fortress in the world.

Chen Yuan walked to her side.

His large, well-defined hand reached out and naturally grasped her cold little hand.

The warmth from the palm was instantly transmitted to it.

"This dish of garbage is giving me a headache."

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the plate of spoiled cold meat on the table.

His voice carried an undisguised disdain and a deep affection for the person in his arms.

He helped Shen Wanzhou to her feet.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of all the industry leaders present.

"She doesn't like this kind of food, so I took her home to eat hot noodle soup."

There were no explanations, no small talk.

So domineering that it leaves no room for compromise.

Shen Wanzhou let him lead her.

I followed half a step behind his broad back.

When passing by Liu Furong.

Her eyes, which had always been afraid to look people in the eye.

He gave the limp, fat man a cold glance.

There wasn't a single superfluous expression, yet it exuded the unapproachable aura of someone at the helm of a conglomerate.

That was her personal chef.

He is a man to whom even a master of state banquets would kneel and acknowledge as his teacher.

Why make things difficult for her with this kind of trash?

That's a joke.

The two figures walked through the magnificent banquet hall.

Those bosses who are usually high and mighty.

They all made way for each other, creating a wide passage, and even deliberately slowed their breathing.

Everyone understands.

The richest woman in the Shen family is not someone to be trifled with.

The ferocious beast standing beside her could tear the entire Jianghai City to shreds at any moment.

A sea breeze blows in my face.

Carrying the slight chill of an early spring night.

Chen Yuan took off his suit jacket and draped it over Shen Wanzhou's thin shoulders.

He enveloped her completely in his aura.

We walked down the red-carpeted gangway onto the cruise ship.

Chen Yuan led Shen Wanzhou down the cruise ship deck, his cold, sharp voice drifting back to the lobby: "Who said she's soft-tempered and easy to bully? I, Chen Yuan, am the reason she can walk sideways."