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

"Chen Yuan... I was wrong, please come back, I'm in so much pain..."

In the empty Lin family villa, these words struck the cold wall.

It then struck Lin Qinghan herself with a mournful echo.

The chill seeped into her bones through the marble floor tiles.

Her stomach felt like it was being gripped tightly by a rusty meat grinder.

She was in so much pain that she curled up on the floor like a lifeless shrimp.

His ten fingers were digging into the ground.

The fingernails made a screeching sound as they scratched the white ceramic tiles.

Bright red blood seeped from the split crack, a shocking sight.

Tears fell to the floor, spreading into a cold puddle.

The violent spasms in her stomach made her breathing become erratic.

My throat was filled with a nauseating, bloody taste.

She recalled how confidently she got into the Porsche in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau that day.

If time could turn back, she would be willing to kowtow and beg Chen Yuan not to throw away that ring.

But there's no medicine for regret in this world.

Five years of habits, the backlash after being abruptly removed.

That night, they ripped her skin off.

No one will bring her steaming hot medicinal food to warm her cold stomach anymore.

The tearing pain only subsided slightly when the sky outside the window began to lighten.

Lin Qinghan gasped for breath like a fish out of water.

She lay on the ground, staring intently at the trash can that had been burned to ashes.

That was the last trace left by Chen Yuan.

It's completely gone.

The next morning.

The early spring sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cloud Top Manor.

Cut a bright, golden piece from the carpet.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the mirror and fastened the last button of his black haute couture shirt.

He picked up the car keys from the table.

He casually slipped the Centurion black card with his birthday PIN into his inner pocket.

He needs to ask Uncle Fu for half a day off today.

Go to the city center to handle an offshore settlement of overseas funds.

The stock that I bought in with all my funds, Green Vine Pharmaceutical, has already hit the daily limit for more than a dozen consecutive days.

The profits in the account grew like a snowball.

It's time to transfer to a secret account.

Chen Yuan pushed open the door to the butler's suite and walked down the spiral staircase.

Uncle Fu was checking today's ingredient list in the lobby on the first floor.

"Mr. Chen, are you going out?"

Uncle Fu put down the list in his hand and came up to him with a big smile.

Chen Yuan nodded: "I have some personal business to take care of. I'll be back before noon."

"I've already prepared the boss's lunch as a semi-finished product and put it in the refrigerator."

"Just cook it when I get back, it won't delay her meal."

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly: "Go ahead without worry."

"Miss slept in late today, which is rare for her, and she looks much better than yesterday."

Upon hearing this, a gentle smile appeared in Chen Yuan's eyes.

The image of that possessive child in SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas from last night flashed into my mind.

Leaving that oppressive villa, even his breathing became easier.

Chen Yuan waved his hand, turned around, and walked out of the manor.

The 68th floor of the IFC International Financial Center in Jianghai City.

Black Diamond Cafe.

This place only caters to VIP clients with assets exceeding nine figures.

The air was filled with the aroma of expensive hand-drip coffee.

Chen Yuan chose a seat by the window and ordered an iced Americano.

Outside the glass curtain wall, the bustling scene of most of Jianghai City can be seen.

He turned on the black workstation computer.

Ten fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard.

Several complex encrypted verification interfaces popped up on the screen.

Once confirmed, the green lines representing the torrent of funds climbed steeply.

Chen Yuan typed the settlement command without changing his expression.

The huge profits were transferred in batches to overseas trust accounts.

And in the circular booths across the aisle.

Ye Qingcheng was casually stirring the black coffee in her cup.

As the president of Sequoia Capital Asia Pacific.

She just rejected several investment proposals with a valuation of one billion dollars without hesitation today.

She found those entrepreneurs who talked a lot of nonsense boring.

I feel like I'm wasting even a second of my time listening to it.

She rubbed her temples wearily.

I looked up, my gaze passing over the rising steam.

My gaze inadvertently fell on the computer screen of the man to my side.

Just one glance.

Ye Qingcheng's hand holding the cup suddenly froze in mid-air.

A drop of brown coffee splashed onto the pure white bone china plate.

She even forgot to take out a tissue to wipe herself.

His pupils contracted violently, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

What level of god-like trading curve is that?

In the current stagnant and dismal market environment.

The candlestick chart segment on the screen that was precisely captured.

This is a blatant act of harvesting the core holdings of the entire major institutional investors!

Not to mention the long string of numbers jumping around in the yield column.

It stung her so much that her heart skipped a beat.

Ye Qingcheng has been fighting in the financial world for so many years.

The geniuses I've encountered are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

But someone who can turn a money management scheme into an art form.

She had never heard of it before.

She put down her coffee spoon, looked up from the screen, and focused her gaze on the man's face.

A cool profile, a high nose bridge.

The fingers that type on the keyboard are long and strong.

He exuded a relaxed air, as if he didn't care about the entire capital market.

The prey has appeared.

Ye Qingcheng adjusted her posture slightly.

This allowed those long legs, encased in expensive stockings, to be displayed more naturally in Chen Yuan's view.

She picked up the cup of coffee and walked with elegant steps.

I walked straight over, enveloped in the rich scent of red roses.

"Would you mind sharing a table?"

Ye Qingcheng parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying the languidness and huskiness unique to mature women.

Before Chen Yuan could answer, she had already pulled out the chair opposite him without being invited.

He sat down calmly.

Chen Yuan's fingers didn't stop tapping the Enter key, and he didn't even look up.

"There are so many empty seats here, Mr. Ye, why bother squeezing into this table?"

Her tone was cold and indifferent, without any fluctuation of being attracted by her beauty.

Ye Qingcheng paused for a moment, then gently supported her chin with her fingers painted with bright red nail polish.

Do you know me?

Chen Yuan finally pressed the last Enter key and looked away from the screen.

He casually pointed to a financial magazine with an interview on the next table.

On the cover, the woman wearing a deep V-neck burgundy suit is none other than Ye Qingcheng.

"The Queen of Finance, who in Jianghai City doesn't know her?"

Chen Yuan picked up the iced Americano on the table and took a sip.

Cool water droplets slid down the glass and dripped onto the back of my hand.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes darted around, her gaze bold and direct as she looked Chen Yuan up and down.

In the past, at the negotiating table, as long as she gave a look, the other party would back down three points.

But Chen Yuan just sat quietly.

It was as if the person sitting opposite me was invisible.

"Since we know each other, that makes things easier."

Ye Qingcheng crossed her hands and placed them under her chin, leaning her upper body slightly forward.

The barely visible line at the neckline was undeniably provocative.

"I accidentally saw your trading data just now."

"The technique was so beautiful it gave me goosebumps."

She made no attempt to hide her admiration, and even seemed eager to win him over.

"When did someone like you emerge from Jianghai City?"

"Which top-tier institution is backing you?"

Chen Yuan found it somewhat amusing to look at her determined expression.

The funds pool on the screen has been transformed into a string of hidden data, completely locked in an offshore account.

"Unemployed vagrants".

Chen Yuan closed his laptop.

With a soft "snap," Ye Qingcheng's view was cut off.

"I just applied for a housekeeper job a few days ago, which involves cooking and delivering meals for people."

Hearing this outrageous answer...

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for two seconds before bursting into a clear laugh.

She laughed so hard she nearly fell over, and even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to exude a captivating allure.

"A housekeeper? Someone who cooks for people?"

Ye Qingcheng laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

"A trader who can easily rake in hundreds of millions in cash flow from the stock market, going to become a chef?"

She looked at Chen Yuan's face, which showed no sign of joking, and her laughter gradually subsided.

This man is cold enough, and also has a certain charm.

Compared to the young men who fawned over her.

This cold indifference that keeps people at arm's length is more like a barbed hook.

It pierced her curiosity deeply.

This aroused her strong desire to conquer.

There has never been a man she couldn't have.

Ye Qingcheng reached into her expensive Hermès Birkin bag and pulled out a business card.

He held the heavy, black card between two fingers.

The metal scraped against the glass tabletop, making a slight rubbing sound.

Ye Qingcheng held a gold-embossed business card between her long, slender fingers and pushed it across the table in front of Chen Yuan: "Handsome, interested in working for me? Or... I can work for you."