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

"Your account ending in 7788 has received 1,000,000 yuan. P.S.: The soup was delicious, and you got a raise."

Chen Yuan stared at his phone screen, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The pale blue light from the screen illuminated his calm face.

My gaze lingered on that long, pleasing string of zeros.

In the quiet room, a low chuckle rolled out from his throat.

This woman not only lives a life of luxury, but her price has also skyrocketed.

A pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, simmered over low heat for five hours.

In return, he received a million yuan in casual tips.

During his five years with the Lin family, he worked part-time as a cook, driver, nanny, and programmer.

Being woken up in the middle of the night to fix computers is a common occurrence.

He sometimes even has to use his meager savings to pay for groceries.

At that time, Lin Qinghan took all of this for granted.

Even if he cut his finger while chopping vegetables, all he got in return was a cold "Don't drip blood into the vegetables."

The treatment I receive now is like being in paradise.

He casually tossed his old phone onto the soft leather sofa.

He stretched, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Hot water washed over his upright back, washing away the smell of cooking oil from the kitchen.

Tomorrow, I can try feeding that food-guarding cat in a different way.

At the same time, in the wealthy district of Jianghai City, at the Lin family villa.

The cold rain outside the window pattered against the huge floor-to-ceiling glass.

The wind howled and howled as it swept through the buildings.

The main light in the huge living room was off.

Only the motion-sensor wall lamp in the entryway emitted a pale, cold light.

Lin Qinghan slumped onto the leather sofa.

Her silk business suit was already wrinkled beyond recognition.

The hem of her skirt was still covered in dust from the hospital and company floor tiles.

From morning till late at night, for a full eighteen hours, she did not eat or drink a drop of water.

The Lin Group's stock price plummeted to its daily limit, like a mountain pressing down on her spine.

Under immense pressure, her stomach, already riddled with problems, began to protest violently.

At first, it was just a series of dull, throbbing pains.

She thought she could just tough it out and get through it, like usual.

But gradually, the pain piled up like waves.

It felt like someone had reached into her internal organs.

He gripped the delicate stomach and twisted it violently several times without any rhythm.

"Well……"

Lin Qinghan curled up in pain.

She clutched her abdomen tightly with both arms, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

Large beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead.

It slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the expensive leather sofa.

A few strands of hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to the corners of his eyes.

The stinging sensation made my eyes sting and swell, and the scene before me began to blur.

it hurts.

The pain was so intense that even breathing became a bloody torment.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

In the past, as long as she frowned slightly...

Chen Yuan would be able to detect her discomfort with the precision of a radar.

Within five minutes, a bowl of perfectly heated Chinese medicinal cuisine will be served to her.

The medicinal cuisine had a faint licorice aroma.

After drinking it, a comforting warmth will rise in your stomach.

The man would use his warm palms to gently massage the acupoints on her stomach.

He applied just the right amount of pressure, always managing to make her fall asleep without her even realizing it.

But now, the villa is empty.

Apart from the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall.

There was no one else's footsteps or body temperature.

She bit her bloodless lower lip.

I forced myself to get up from the sofa.

Her legs were as weak as noodles, and her high heels had long since been kicked away somewhere.

She was barefoot, stepping on the cold, icy marble floor tiles.

The chill from the soles of my feet shot straight to the top of my head.

Step by step, they stumbled and shuffled toward the kitchen.

"The medicine...the medicine Chen Yuan brewed..."

She mumbled something indistinctly.

My hands, covered in cold sweat, pushed open the semi-transparent glass door to the kitchen.

In the corner of the kitchen counter, there is always a purple clay electric slow cooker.

She grasped at a straw and lunged forward.

With trembling wrists, he yanked open the heavy pot lid.

The pot was empty, with only dried water stains remaining.

Not a single drop of medicine residue was left.

Lin Qinghan's heart sank, and her eyes turned red.

Unwilling to give up, she turned around and grabbed the handles of the wooden cabinet with both hands.

He frantically pulled open the drawer.

Every weekend before, Chen Yuan would sit on the carpet in the living room.

Use a small steelyard to carefully weigh all kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs.

Divide them into thirty small paper packets and neatly stack them in the second drawer.

The drawer was pulled open roughly, the slides making a screeching sound.

No.

She then opened the third and fourth drawers next to her.

None at all.

It was spotless, as if no one had ever lived in this house.

Lin Qinghan's gaze swept over the trash can next to the kitchen counter.

A few pieces of black, burnt-to-ash paper were stuck to the edge of the trash can.

A gentle breeze blew through the window cracks, scattering ashes onto the white tiles.

That was a medicinal diet recipe handwritten by Chen Yuan.

Not only was she gone, but even the last glimmer of hope she had was burned away completely.

My stomach churned again, and acid mixed with bile rushed straight to my throat.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily to her knees on the floor.

His fingers gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly.

The fingernails snapped and split, oozing blood that dripped onto the white door panel.

The pain robbed her of her last shred of pride and dignity.

She shakily pulled out her phone with the cracked screen from her pocket.

The screen light shone on her pale face, making her look like a patient struggling on the verge of death.

The shards of broken glass cut her fingertips, but she was completely unaware.

My finger swipes across the contacts list.

Finally, I got through to Dr. Tang, the most authoritative traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Jianghai City.

The beeping sound lasted for a long time.

Only then did the old man's slightly tired voice come from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Old Tang...it's me, Lin Qinghan..."

Lin Qinghan's voice was broken and incoherent.

With a pleading and tearful voice, she was completely devoid of the former CEO's authority.

"Lin girl? What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?"

"Mr. Tang, my stomach ache has flared up... the pain is unbearable..."

Lin Qinghan curled up on the floor, panting heavily.

One hand was pressed tightly against his stomach, trying to relieve the tearing sensation.

"Could you... help me reconstitute the medicinal diet I used to drink?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Old Tang sighed, his voice heavy with a sense of helplessness.

"Little Lin, it's not that this old man won't help you."

"I've seen the dregs left over from the medicinal diet you used to drink."

"The combination of the principal, assistant, and adjuvant ingredients in that prescription is exquisite and unparalleled."

"Adding even a fraction makes it poisonous, subtracting even a fraction renders it ineffective."

Old Tang's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Lin Qinghan's head.

The chill seeped into my bones.

"Even I can't figure out the cooking time and order of the key medicinal ingredients."

"That's a top-secret, god-level formula."

"Except for your little brother surnamed Chen."

"No one in the entire Jianghai City is qualified to come out."

clack.

The phone slipped from Lin Qinghan's sweaty hand.

It hit the marble floor tiles with a dull thud.

Mr. Tang's inquiry on the other end of the phone turned into a busy signal.

"Besides Chen Yuan... no one else is worthy of it..."

She stared blankly at the ceiling.

Even the most authoritative national experts in Lianjianghai City admit that they are inferior to Chen Yuan's prescriptions.

And she actually fell for such a man.

They treated them like dogs that could be used at will and abandoned at any time.

Today, at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she actually sprained her ankle for Gu Ziang, leaving Chen Yuan alone.

The cramping pain in my stomach came in waves, becoming increasingly intense.

It felt as if a rusty knife was repeatedly cutting into the tender meat inside.

This physical pain was mixed with the despair of the company going bankrupt.

It completely shattered her psychological defenses.

Five years of habit is like a deadly, slow-acting poison.

Chen Yuan used the method of boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

They pampered her body to the point of being overly delicate.

Now that all protection has been suddenly removed, she can't even last a day.

The villa was deserted and filled with a chill.

Lin Qinghan clutched her cramping stomach, curled up on the cold floor, and silently shed tears: "Chen Yuan... I was wrong, please come back, I'm in so much pain..."