754: Chapter 749: Scale Has No Upper Limit

"However, your health is most important. We'll talk about it once you've fully recovered."

His voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against the tip of her heart.

Liu Hui gave a happy hum in response and closed her eyes to rest.

She didn't see it.

The moment she closed her eyes, a flash of cunning amusement flickered in Shen Yan's gaze.

Late that night, once Liu Hui and the child were both fast asleep,

Shen Yan walked into the suite's study and dialed Chen Guangke's number.

"Boss."

On the other end of the line, Ning Ke's voice was as calm as ever, sounding almost devoid of emotion.

"I want to hold a wedding."

Shen Yan spoke, getting straight to the point.

There was a two-second silence from Chen Guangke's side, as if he were processing this massive leap in instructions.

"Time, location, scale?"

"Time: one month from now. Location... that private Mediterranean island under my name, what was it called again?"

Shen Yan frowned slightly; he had too many assets under his name and sometimes couldn't remember their names.

"Elysium Island, Boss. The one you traded 5% of the 'prometheus' project's carried interest for last year," Chen Guangke answered immediately.

"Right, that's the one."

"Scale... no upper limit."

Chen Guangke's breathing seemed to hitch for half a second.

"Boss, you mean..."

"I mean, I want a wedding unique in all the world. My wife deserves the best."

"I don't care what method you use or how much money you spend."

"I want the wedding designer Vera Blanc to personally design a wedding dress for my wife."

Chen Guangke sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Boss, Vera Blanc announced her retirement five years ago, supposedly for family reasons. She doesn't do favors for anyone."

"Then find her reason and solve it," Shen Yan's tone brooked no argument.

"Everyone has a price, or a weakness. Ning Ke, that's your specialty."

"...Yes, Boss."

"And the ring."

Shen Yan continued, "I want that pink diamond called the 'tears of the starry sea'."

For the first time, a hint of difficulty entered Chen Guangke's voice.

"Boss, the 'tears of the starry sea' is in the private collection of a Middle Eastern royal family. They never show it to anyone, much less sell it."

"Then create a deal they can't refuse."

"Tiangong Technology's personal flight vehicle, the 'Skylark'—haven't they been wanting the authorization for the civilian version?"

"Tell them I'll trade the permanent usage rights for ten 'Skylarks' for that stone."

Chen Guangke was completely stunned.

The 'Skylark' flight vehicle was an epoch-making product capable of changing the landscape of future urban transportation, with each unit costing hundreds of millions of dollars to manufacture.

Using ten 'Skylarks' to trade for a diamond?

This was no longer just luxury.

This was using a nation's strategic resources to trade for a woman's smile.

"Finally," Shen Yan's voice paused, "and most importantly."

"The entire matter must be kept absolutely secret from Liu Hui."

"She currently thinks we're just going to register our marriage in a month and then have a meal."

"I don't want her to suspect anything."

"Understood?"

"...Understood, Boss."

Chen Guangke hung up the phone and stood in his safehouse atop a Swiss snow mountain, feeling a layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead.

He had followed Shen Yan for so many years, from when he had nothing to his current state of being wealthy enough to rival nations.

He had witnessed the Boss's thunderous methods in the business world and executed secret orders capable of causing earthquakes on Wall Street.

But he had never received a task so crazy, yet so... romantic.

Over the next month.

In the top-floor suite of Jingzhou United Family Hospital, everything was peaceful and quiet.

Shen Yan pushed aside almost all social engagements and meetings.

His daily life revolved around Liu Hui and his son, Shen An.

He personally prepared postpartum meals for Liu Hui, with the nutritional content of every dish analyzed by the system, precise to the milligram.

With the help of the system's "God of Cooking Crash Course," his culinary skills improved at a breakneck pace, soon surpassing the chefs of five-star hotels.

He accompanied his son while listening to Mozart, did baby massages, and conducted early childhood enlightenment.

Before him, those world-class early childhood education experts all became like elementary school students.

Because Mr. Shen could always propose parenting theories they had never heard of, yet were scientifically effective.

He even composed a dedicated lullaby based on Shen An's brainwave activity.

The effect was outstanding.

But beneath the calm surface, the entire world was operating frantically for a secret wedding.

Within a week, Elysium Island in the Mediterranean was transformed into a dreamlike Garden of Eden by an engineering team from a European royal construction crew.

Tens of thousands of top-tier "Century Queen" tulips, flown in from Keukenhof Park in the Netherlands, covered the entire island overnight.

The long-retired legendary designer Vera Blanc, after Shen Yan's private foundation covered all the treatment costs for her daughter's rare heart disease, flew to Jingzhou full of gratitude. Without alerting anyone, she secretly took Liu Hui's measurements to tailor the dress.

She told Ning Ke: "What I am designing is not a wedding dress, but a piece of art. And this Mrs. Shen is the only woman I've ever seen who is worthy of my work. Please tell Mr. Shen that I will not take a single cent for the dress."

After receiving the ten 'Skylark' flight vehicles and experiencing three minutes of supersonic low-altitude flight, the Middle Eastern royal family sent the dazzling 'tears of the starry sea' via private jet that night, along with the most precious jewels from their entire vault, to the location Shen Yan specified.

On the accompanying letter, the old Prince wrote in gold-leaf script: "Respected Mr. Shen, it is our honor to add the finishing touch to your great love."

Wu Ya sent an email to Shen Yan.

[President Shen, Zhou Yi from Singularity Intelligence has signed the agreement. Our AI project 'pangu' can enter the second stage. When will you return to the company to preside over the meeting?]

Shen Yan replied.

[Let Chen Guangke take full responsibility. I am currently on paternity leave.]

Wu Ya stared at the phrase "on paternity leave" for a long time without speaking.

Looking out at the heavy traffic of the CBD through the floor-to-ceiling window, she suddenly felt that the distance between her and that man was further than the distance from here to the moon.

A month's time passed in a flash.

Liu Hui's body had recovered very well, and she looked even more radiant than before her pregnancy.

Shen An had also filled out, white and chubby, looking like a New Year's painting baby.

On the day she finished her postpartum confinement, the weather in Jingzhou was exceptionally good.

Shen Yan said with a smile,

"I've booked a restaurant. I'll take you two to have a good meal first to celebrate your 'release from prison'."

Liu Hui was amused by him and gave him a light punch.

"You and your glib tongue."

Nearby, Wang Jie and several caregivers all had smiles in their eyes.

They had never seen such a thoughtful and attentive husband and father.

Mr. Shen's love for his wife and child wasn't just lip service; it permeated every single detail.

The motorcade was already waiting downstairs.