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

The completely black computer screen reflected Lin Qinghan's deathly pale face.

In the very center of the screen, the blood-red returned envelope resembled a death sentence.

The blinding red light revealed the despair in her eyes.

"Your bounty has been rejected by the Abyss."

Below this cold system message was a message.

Short, cold, and with a condescending disdain.

"Even if you gave me a billion dollars, I wouldn't write a single punctuation mark for you."

Every word was like a poisoned steel needle.

It pierced deep into her battered nerves, following along her retina.

The last bit of strength that was supporting his body was completely drained.

Lin Qinghan slumped into the leather boss's chair.

His arms hung limply at his sides, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

My elbow knocked over a thick stack of discarded data reports on the side of the table.

Splash!

A4 sheets of paper scattered like snowflakes, covering the cold marble floor.

The cramping pain in her stomach intensified at this moment, and the torment, like a meat grinder, made her break out in a cold sweat.

The sour bile surged up to my throat, bringing a strong feeling of nausea.

She bit her lower lip hard, swallowing back the nauseating taste of blood.

The spacious office was deathly silent.

Only the vintage wall clock ticked away.

Each strike was tolling the death knell for the Lin Group's impending bankruptcy.

Click.

The frosted glass door was pushed open from the outside.

The cool air from the corridor seeped into the office through the crack in the door.

Gu Zi'ang limped in, leaning on an aluminum alloy cane.

He was wearing a well-tailored, pure white haute couture suit.

Her hair was styled into delicate curls, and she wore a thin layer of foundation.

She was carrying a pink insulated bucket.

He was clearly making a gesture of visiting someone despite being injured, showing deep affection.

"Qinghan, I asked my assistant to make some chicken soup at the rooftop restaurant."

Gu Ziang placed the thermos on the corner of the table, his voice sweet as honey.

"Don't push yourself too hard. You look so pale, it breaks my heart."

Lin Qinghan didn't even lift her eyelids.

His empty eyes were fixed on the red gibberish on the screen, unresponsive to anything around him.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Gu Ziang walked around the desk and approached her.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Lin Qinghan's cold hand.

His thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand twice in a soothing manner.

"I've heard about the company's situation."

"That ingrate Chen Yuan, he just left without leaving a mess."

Gu Ziang paused deliberately, adopting a righteous and awe-inspiring tone.

But a greedy glint shone in his eyes.

"Actually... if you really can't take it anymore, I have a solution."

"I know a few big names in private equity in Beijing who have plenty of funds."

"Just transfer the positions of legal representative and nominal CEO of the company to me temporarily."

"If I step in and borrow some bridge financing, we'll get through this crisis, won't we?"

Thirty kilometers away, in the butler suite of Genting Manor.

Chen Yuan washed the starch off his hands, dried them with a towel, and walked out of the kitchen.

A faint sweet and sour aroma still lingered in the air.

He leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, his legs crossed.

Fingers swipe freely across the tablet.

On the screen, the surveillance footage from the Lin Group's president's office was clearly visible, and the audio was not delayed at all.

This is a very well-hidden backdoor program.

He wrote it down casually back then to facilitate remote troubleshooting of hardware faults.

I never expected that today would turn into a farcical VIP movie screening.

Chen Yuan watched as Gu Zi'ang shamelessly pretended to be a savior.

His brows lifted slightly, his cold, sharp gaze filled with mockery.

Borrowing bridge financing?

Taking the blame for the company's legal representative?

This green tea-smelling idiot clearly sees the Lin family empire crumbling.

They wanted to cash out and drain the last drop of blood from the sunken ship.

If Lin Qinghan actually believed his nonsense, she probably wouldn't even have underwear left for the rest of her life.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the tablet aside.

He pulled the black laptop onto his lap.

Since you want to put on an act, then I'll tear your fig leaf to shreds.

Let you two, you two scoundrels, have a good bite out of each other on the ruins.

The crisp sound of mechanical keyboards suddenly filled the room.

The speed at which fingertips tapped the keys increased rapidly, forming a dense downpour.

Chen Yuan's fingers moved so fast they left afterimages.

The dark blue code on the screen cascaded down like a waterfall.

He didn't bother to check Gu Zi'ang's domestic accounts at all.

Those obvious things have long been washed away.

The code's intent leaped across the high seas, directly targeting the databases of several secret underground casinos in Macau.

Bypassing the outer firewall, tearing apart the encrypted nodes, and striking straight at the heart of the problem.

For a top-tier architect like him at the dark web level.

The so-called security measures at these casinos are no different from paper toys.

It only took less than forty seconds.

The VIP loan files belonging to Gu Ziang were completely extracted.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yuan hacked into the check-in record systems of several five-star hotels.

A massive amount of offensive photos, video screenshots, and scanned copies of IOUs.

It was quickly packaged and compressed into an encrypted file.

It disguises itself by using more than a dozen layers of overseas proxy servers.

Target address locked: Lin Qinghan's private email address.

Snapped.

The fingers with distinct knuckles slammed down the Enter key.

The progress bar instantly reached 100%.

A notification pops up: "Sent successfully."

Chen Yuan closed the computer screen with a dull thud.

He stood up and tugged at the straps of his black apron.

I need to check on the hot and sour shredded potatoes simmering in the pot; I can't let the boss go hungry.

As for this dog-eat-dog drama...

Let Lin Qinghan savor it slowly.

The scene then cuts back to the Lin Group.

Gu Ziang continued to chatter on and on.

Seeing Lin Qinghan's distraught appearance, he felt that his plan was absolutely flawless.

"Qinghan, believe me, after all these years of friendship, I would never abandon you like Chen Yuan did."

Lin Qinghan raised her head blankly.

In my line of sight, Gu Ziang's affectionate face appeared somewhat double.

Perhaps he's right, at least in this time of widespread betrayal and alienation.

There are also people willing to step forward and help her protect the legal representative, who could explode at any moment.

Her chapped lips parted slightly, and a dry, grinding sound came from her throat.

Ding.

A crisp email notification tone abruptly shattered the oppressive atmosphere in the office.

The sound came from her personal cell phone, which was on the table.

This email address is known only to a few core members of the Lin family.

Lin Qinghan pulled her hand away from Gu Ziang's grasp as if she had been electrocuted.

Grab your phone and swipe to unlock the screen.

The sender is a string of meaningless gibberish.

The email had no subject line and only contained a large compressed file attachment.

As if guided by some unseen force, her finger clicked the download and unzip button.

A barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in Gu Ziang's eyes.

He leaned on the desk, trying to peek at the screen.

"Qinghan, who would send you an email at a time like this? It might be a computer virus."

Lin Qinghan ignored him.

My eyes were glued to the first image that loaded.

It was a high-resolution scanned loan agreement with exorbitant interest rates.

A striking blood-red fingerprint is stamped on the bottom right corner.

The borrower's name field clearly reads: Gu Zi'ang.

Loan amount: RMB 30 million.

Creditor: An underground money laundering operation in Macau.

The loan date was clearly printed as three months ago.

It was during the time when he claimed to be studying music abroad and was crying poor to Lin Qinghan for living expenses.

Lin Qinghan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Even breathing stopped.

The phone trembled violently in her palm.

The cold metal frame struck the mark of the diamond ring on her ring finger.

She was breathing heavily, her thumb frantically swiping down the screen.

Below the IOUs were folders named according to their dates.

Click on one of the photo collections.

In the picture, Gu Ziang is wearing a revealing deep-V silk shirt.

He led a wealthy woman weighing over 200 pounds and heavily made up into a hotel suite.

Swipe to the next image.

He was kneeling on the deck of the luxury yacht.

He poured champagne for a bald, pot-bellied male boss with a fawning expression.

Dozens of hotel booking records and hundreds of obscene secretly taken photos.

Those things he kept talking about—purity, vulnerability, and the struggle for his musical dreams.

At this moment, it has all turned into a pile of foul-smelling garbage.

The aroma of chicken soup wafted from the insulated container.

It smelled like swill that had been fermenting in a sewer for three days.

Lin Qinghan's stomach erupted in a devastating spasm.

She covered her mouth tightly and gagged twice in pain.

"Qinghan? What's wrong? Did Chen Yuan scold you in the email again?"

Gu Ziang was still performing with great effort.

He approached anxiously, even reaching out to pat Lin Qinghan's back.

Lin Qinghan suddenly stood up.

The movement was too large, causing the leather seat behind him to flip over.

The chair slammed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

She grabbed the pink thermos from the table.

Without a second's hesitation, he aimed at Gu Ziang's delicate face and slammed it down hard.

boom!

The thermos hit Gu Ziang in the chest, and the lid shattered and fell off.

The scalding hot chicken soup, mixed with yellow oil, splashed all over his head and face.

The pure white haute couture suit instantly became greasy and dirty, with two patches of goosebumps hanging on it.

"Ah—! Are you crazy?!"

Gu Zi'ang let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He staggered back, scalded by the hot soup, frantically patting it off his body.

The aluminum alloy cane was simply tossed aside.

That right foot, which was said to be severely sprained and unable to walk.

At this moment, however, he was jumping around on the floor as nimbly as a monkey.

There was no trace of his disabled state that required care.

Lin Qinghan watched his comical and ridiculous dodging movements.

Listening to the sound of my own values ​​crumbling inch by inch.

She actually did it for such a disgusting, rotten person.

On the day they got their marriage certificate, she drove away the man who had cherished her for five years.

Tears of regret mingled with cold sweat from his forehead as they flowed into his mouth, a bitter taste that drove him mad.

The blood rushed to my head, and the veins on my temples throbbed.

All reason crumbled before this pile of irrefutable evidence.

She stepped over the pile of scraps of paper and approached Gu Ziang step by step.

He held the phone screen to maximum brightness, shoving it directly in front of Gu Ziang's eyes.

Lin Qinghan opened the email and saw the IOU and hotel records of Gu Ziang with multiple wealthy women. Her eyes widened in fury: "Gu Ziang... you actually owe thirty million in high-interest loans in Macau?!"