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

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?!"

The cold light from the phone screen shone on Gu Ziang's face, which was covered in foundation.

The white paste melted from the scalding hot chicken soup that had just splashed on it, turning into a mottled mess of oil.

He stared intently at the scanned copy of the IOU with the red handprint on it.

It felt like there was a dead rat stuck in my throat; I couldn't utter a single word.

"Qinghan... let me explain, this is all a forgery!"

Gu Ziang retreated in a panic, his hands, smeared with oil, reaching for Lin Qinghan's sleeve.

"That bastard Chen Yuan is messing with me! Yes, it was him!"

Lin Qinghan slapped his hand away.

The acid in my stomach churned again, and a feeling of nausea shot straight to the top of my head.

She looked at the explicit screenshots of hotel room videos on the screen.

The way this man knelt at another woman's feet pouring her wine was like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

This is the white moonlight she cherished, the one for whom she abandoned Chen Yuan.

"Get out of here!" Lin Qinghan's voice was hoarse with anger.

"You're using my money to support older women outside? You disgust me!"

She grabbed the crystal ashtray from the table and threw it at Gu Ziang.

Gu Ziang turned his head to avoid it, and the ashtray smashed against the glass wall behind him, shattering into pieces on the floor.

The mask of deep affection that had been concealed was completely torn apart at this moment.

He looked at the mess in the office and suddenly burst into manic laughter.

"I'm disgusting? Lin Qinghan, who do you think you are now?"

He didn't even bother to pick up the aluminum alloy cane he was using to pretend he was lame; his feet were firmly planted on the floor.

He approached Lin Qinghan step by step, his eyes filled with unbridled mockery.

"Your company is about to go bankrupt and be liquidated. Tomorrow you'll be a penniless pauper burdened with huge debts!"

"The fact that I'm willing to condescend to play along with you is because I value the last bit of usefulness you have left!"

"Since you already know, give me the car keys in your pocket!"

Gu Ziang pounced on her and grabbed Lin Qinghan's silk collar.

"That Porsche has my name on it, and I'm driving it away right now to pay off my debts!"

Lin Qinghan was choked and couldn't breathe, her fingernails digging into Gu Ziang's hand.

"You're dreaming! Chen Yuan bought that for me!"

Upon hearing Chen Yuan's name, Gu Zi'ang slapped him across the face.

Snapped.

A crisp slap echoed through the office.

Lin Qinghan was knocked to the side, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and slammed heavily against the edge of the desk.

Like a madwoman, she grabbed a shard of broken coffee cup from the table and slashed at Gu Ziang's arm.

"I'll kill you, you beast!"

The two men wrestled amidst broken glass and discarded documents scattered on the floor.

The haute couture white suit was stained with blood and dust.

The expensive silk shirt was torn to shreds.

Without Chen Yuan's protection, her pride and dignity were ripped away, leaving her with nothing but a fig leaf.

With stomach pain and physical exhaustion, Lin Qinghan was finally kicked in the abdomen by Gu Ziang.

She curled up on the floor in agony, seeing stars.

They could only watch helplessly as Gu Ziang snatched the Porsche keys and drove away.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the office.

Lin Qinghan lay amidst the cold, shattered glass.

Tears mixed with blood from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the floor.

If Chen Yuan were here, who would dare to touch a single hair on her head?

The man who only had eyes for her is truly gone forever.

The tearing pain in her heart outweighed the physical pain, and she could only desperately clutch the carpet beneath her.

The scene then cuts back to Cloud Top Manor, dozens of kilometers away.

As evening approached, the fiery clouds streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the first-floor kitchen in a gentle orange-red hue.

A slight humming sound came from the oven.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the kitchen counter, wearing that familiar black apron.

He held an egg beater in his hand, his wrist moving rapidly and rhythmically.

The milky white egg whites gradually expanded in the glass bowl, turning into dense, upright cloud-like meringue.

No heavy, flavorful dishes today.

To deal with that frightened, socially awkward kitten, we need to try something sweet and light.

French soufflé.

This dessert is very delicate; it will collapse within minutes of being exposed to cold air after coming out of the oven.

It must be put into your mouth as quickly as possible.

Chen Yuan scraped the tiny seeds from the vanilla pod and added them to the warm milk.

The rich aroma of milk blends with the sweet scent of vanilla, instantly filling the entire kitchen.

The butter melted slowly in the pan, making a soft sizzling sound.

He gently folded the batter and meringue together, poured it into a baking dish, and put it into the preheated oven.

Twenty minutes later.

Ding.

The oven beep is crisp and pleasant.

Chen Yuan put on heat-resistant gloves and took out the white porcelain baking bowls.

The golden soufflés puffed up high above the bowl, like soft clouds.

A layer of fine icing is sprinkled on the surface, resembling snow falling in early winter.

This cloyingly sweet and overpowering aroma is more likely to destroy the rationality of an anorexic than sweet and sour pork ribs.

Chen Yuan placed the baking dish into a specially made insulated tray.

Pushing the food cart, I stepped up the spiral staircase covered with a cashmere carpet.

The second-floor corridor remained quiet.

The heavy mahogany double doors were tightly closed.

Chen Yuan stopped outside the door.

He took the tray down and placed it steadily on the dark carpet by the door.

According to past practice, he should now take three steps back and then turn around and go downstairs.

But today, he didn't move.

He stood quietly by the door, his hands in his suit trouser pockets.

Those deep eyes stared at the crack in the door.

He wanted to see how long this food-guarding cat could hold out.

The sweet aroma of vanilla and butter seeped into the room through the crack in the door.

Time passed by, second by second.

ten seconds.

Half a minute.

One minute.

There was still no movement from inside the door.

Don't you have an appetite today?

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, about to turn around.

Click.

The faint sound of the electronic lock unlocking suddenly rang out in the deathly silent corridor.

The doorknob was slowly pressed down from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy mahogany door was pulled open a crack.

Normally, this door would stop opening after about ten centimeters.

A trembling hand will reach out with lightning speed and take the plate away.

But this time is different.

After a two-second pause, the gap in the door continued to widen.

Twenty centimeters.

Thirty centimeters.

Half of the door frame was completely open.

Chen Yuan's breathing unconsciously slowed down.

The first thing that comes into view is a pair of fluffy white rabbit slippers.

The two long rabbit ears on the slippers were trembling slightly because of their owner's nervousness.

Above that is a slender, fair ankle.

Above that is a loose-fitting, pure white knitted cardigan.

Completely unprepared, Shen Wanzhou leaned most of her body out of the door for the first time.

The warm light from the corridor shone on her impossibly delicate face.

Without the cover of masks and sunglasses.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes clearly met Chen Yuan's gaze.

She seemed surprised that Chen Yuan would be standing by the door today.

As soon as he leaned out, he froze.

His pupils constricted sharply, like a fawn suddenly illuminated by a light.

The instinct to escape instantly took over the brain.

She instinctively shrank back, frantically trying to reach for the doorknob.

"Freshly baked soufflé."

Chen Yuan's warm, deep voice echoed in the corridor, interrupting her actions.

"It will collapse when exposed to cold wind, and it won't taste good if it collapses."

This sentence is like a spell that freezes you in place.

Shen Wanzhou's fingers, which were gripping the doorknob, froze in mid-air.

She lowered her gaze to the few plump, round, and adorable baked cakes on the carpet.

The aroma of milk and the sweetness of vanilla fill your nose.

My throat involuntarily twitched.

She bit her lower lip.

Her lips were bitten until they turned a tempting blush.

Reason was frantically screaming to retreat into the safe darkness.

But the craving in her stomach and the peaceful aura emanating from the man before her held her back.

This was the first time in six months that she had shown her entire face to a strange man.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, and my eardrums were ringing.

She dared not look Chen Yuan in the eye.

My gaze could only shift back and forth between the hem of Chen Yuan's suit and the soufflé on the ground.

The blush from her ears spread all the way down to the depths of her fair neck.

Even the neckline of her knitted cardigan rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing.

Chen Yuan didn't urge her, nor did he move closer.

Just stand there quietly, giving her enough space to prepare herself mentally.

a long time.

Shen Wanzhou released her grip on the doorknob.

She took a small, inching step forward, wearing those fluffy bunny slippers.

That fair and delicate hand hesitated several times in mid-air.

Finally, she closed her eyes, as if she had made some great decision.

He reached out his finger towards Chen Yuan.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes were slightly red, and she gently clutched Chen Yuan's clothes with two fingers, her voice so soft and sweet it made one's heart tremble: "Chen Yuan... can you eat with me today?"