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

"The young lady said that by buying out all your escape routes, you will have no excuse to go back, pack your bags, and resign."

Uncle Fu couldn't hide his smile, and the rag in his hand made a barely perceptible rustling sound as he wiped the blue and white porcelain vase.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on Chen Yuan's shoulders, carrying the warmth unique to early spring.

Chen Yuan glanced down at the expensive carpet at his feet and let out a short, soft laugh.

shook his head.

This possessiveness of food is truly a trait inherited from the chaebol, and it's clumsy yet somewhat endearing.

"Alright, please tell the boss I'm thanking him."

Chen Yuan pulled his hand out of his pocket and turned to walk towards the butler's suite.

"But consider the money for the apartment as her investment, and I will repay her with interest later."

Uncle Fu stopped wiping and looked at Chen Yuan's tall and straight back, a hint of admiration flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Back in his room, Chen Yuan locked the door behind him.

He pulled back the heavy curtains, and light instantly filled the entire room.

He pulled out the gaming chair and sat down in front of the top-of-the-line workstation.

The fingers with distinct knuckles rested on the cold mechanical keyboard, producing a crisp click.

The pale blue light from the screen illuminated his cold, handsome features.

His counterattack has only just begun.

The stock "Green Vine Pharmaceuticals," which was bought with all available funds, remains firmly locked at the daily limit, indicating that the funds are as stable as a mountain.

Chen Yuan didn't waste a single second of his gaze on it.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up another black trading interface.

That's the large-scale technology sector where Lin Qinghan's Lin Group is located.

Without its underlying code and firewall, the Lin Group is now just an empty shell, utterly defenseless.

He didn't even need to personally do anything to discredit them.

The market-savvy capitalists had already smelled the blood.

At this moment, Lin's stock was hanging like a long green waterfall, plummeting all the way down.

But that's not fast enough.

Chen Yuan wanted to make it fall through the earth's core.

He skillfully typed code, pouring all the leveraged funds he had just withdrawn from other short-term operations into the options pool for shorting the Lin family.

The short-selling orders transformed into strings of invisible data, like poisoned daggers, piercing the already riddled arteries of the Lin Group.

Every second, the market value of the Lin Group is evaporating in millions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Jianghai City, a red Porsche was like a wild beast out of control, recklessly speeding through the torrential rain.

The tires rolled over the flooded road, splashing up high sprays of muddy water.

Lin Qinghan gripped the steering wheel tightly, her fingernails almost digging into the leather cover.

The windshield wipers swept frantically across the windshield, but they couldn't clear her increasingly blurry vision.

The Lin Group has completely ceased operations.

Those executives who usually fawned over her were now all packing their personal belongings, preparing to leave.

The investors' withdrawal agreements piled up on her desk like death warrants.

She must find Chen Yuan.

This was her only lifeline.

The Porsche screeched to a halt in front of a dilapidated vegetable market on the outskirts of Jianghai City.

Without even opening an umbrella, Lin Qinghan, wearing eight-centimeter high heels, waded into the muddy ground filled with the smell of fish and rotten vegetable leaves.

Her expensive silk shirt was instantly soaked by the rain, clinging tightly to her body, making her shiver with cold.

"Auntie! Have you seen Chen Yuan? He's the young man who comes to buy pork ribs every morning!"

She grabbed the arm of a butcher, her voice hoarse and water streaming down her pale face.

The butcher woman disdainfully shook off her hand, looking at her as if she were crazy.

"Chen Yuan or Li Yuan? Never heard of them! Don't interrupt my business!"

Lin Qinghan staggered back two steps, her high heels stepping on rotten vegetable leaves, and she almost fell.

She turned and rushed back into the rain, opened the car door, and restarted the engine.

City library.

Chen Yuan would often spend an entire day there to help her look up obscure code.

Lin Qinghan rushed into the quiet reading room and searched through the bookshelves like a madwoman.

This provoked a stern expulsion from the librarian.

No.

There wasn't even a glimpse of his back.

Finally, the Porsche stopped in front of the rusty iron gate of the Sunshine Orphanage in Jianghai City.

This is where Chen Yuan grew up.

The heavy rain poured down, making a dull thud as it hit the iron gate.

The old dean, holding a black umbrella, coldly watched Lin Qinghan, who was soaking wet and in a sorry state, through the iron gate.

"Miss Lin, please leave."

The old dean's voice revealed an undisguised disgust.

"Xiao Yuan hasn't come back for many years. He said that as long as he is still a son-in-law of the Lin family, he has no face to come back and see me."

These words struck Lin Qinghan like a heavy hammer blow to the chest.

The familiar, sharp pain in my stomach came crashing back down like a tidal wave.

She bent over in pain, pressing her hands tightly against her stomach, cold sweat mingling with the rain.

"Dean...please tell me where he is...I need to see him..."

The old director shook his head, turned around, and walked back to the orphanage's small building.

The rusty iron gate became an insurmountable chasm for Lin Qinghan.

She slumped back into the driver's seat, distraught, and locked the car doors.

Outside the car window, it was pouring rain, and inside the car it was as cold as an icebox.

She shakily tapped on her phone and scrolled through the meager number of photos in her album.

All of them are photos of her and Gu Ziang together.

There is only one picture of Chen Yuan.

That was three years ago, on a similar rainy day.

She was working overtime at the company because of a stomach ailment, so Chen Yuan carried a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork in his pocket and ran five kilometers in the heavy rain to bring it to her.

Chen Yuan's hair was completely wet, and water droplets were dripping down his chin.

But the way he looked at her as she drank her porridge shone like stars.

Lin Qinghan looked at the man in the photo, her fingers trembling as she touched the screen.

A sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through my heart, as if countless steel needles were piercing it at once.

She was in so much pain she couldn't breathe.

She suddenly threw her arms over the steering wheel and burst into tears.

Her suppressed sobs echoed through the cramped carriage, mingling with the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows.

That warmth that was once readily available was thrown into the trash can by her own hands.

Now, even if she tramples her self-respect into the mud, she can't get that man to even glance back at her.

Genting Manor, Butler Suite.

On the screen in front of Chen Yuan, the stock price of the Lin Group had fallen below the issue price.

The profits in the short-selling account are churning at an alarming rate.

That was the abundant fruit borne from sucking the blood of the Lin Group.

Outside the window, the sun was still shining brightly, and birds were singing and flowers were blooming.

Chen Yuan picked up the coffee on the table, which had cooled down a bit, and took a sip.

The bitter liquid flowed down my throat, yet it brought an indescribable sense of relief.

Five years of dedication, five years of working like a slave.

At this moment, the settlement was finally completed in the most violent form.

He watched as the last green bar on the screen, representing the lifeline of the Lin Group, struggled desperately.

Chen Yuan's slender fingers hovered over the keyboard as he gently pressed the Enter key: "Lin Qinghan, this is your first bankruptcy gift."