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

The junior's hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the posture of handing over the milk tea.

The joints are white.

He was like a puppet whose pause button had been pressed, standing there stunned in disbelief.

The cup of milk tea that the bodyguard snatched away and threw into the trash can was still oozing a brownish, sweet liquid.

Chen Yuan shook his head, a short, muffled laugh escaping his throat.

This little incident actually lessened a lot of the frustration of not being able to buy the accessories I wanted.

He weighed the few top-of-the-line server components he had just bought in his hand, then turned and walked toward the all-black bulletproof Maybach parked by the roadside.

The bodyguard respectfully opened the car door.

boom.

The car door closed, completely cutting off the noise from the outside world through the thick soundproof glass.

The carriage was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the soft leather chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The weather can change in an instant.

Large, dark clouds pressed in from the west of Jianghai City, and cold rain pelted down.

The windshield wipers swung rhythmically across the windshield, producing a dull rubbery squeak.

The Maybach smoothly entered the road leading to Genting Resort.

squeak--!

The sharp screech of brakes abruptly shattered the tranquility inside the carriage.

The rubber tires left a long trail of water on the wet asphalt road, and the car came to a sudden stop.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What happened?" His voice was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

The driver in the front seat gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring at the heavy rain ahead.

"Mr. Chen, someone is courting death and has rushed out to block the road."

Chen Yuan raised his eyelids, his gaze passing over the front seat and looking through the rain-washed windshield.

In the rain, a woman, soaked to the bone, stood with her arms outstretched, blocking the front of the car about ten meters away.

The expensive silk shirt was completely ruined, clinging to the body like a tattered rag.

Muddy water was dripping down.

She was barefoot, and her once delicate toes were blistered from the rough pavement.

His knees were covered in horrifying abrasions.

Fresh flesh mixed with dark red scabs, washed away by the cold rain, caused blood to trickle down the calves.

It is Lin Qinghan.

She saw the license plate number, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

It stumbled and lunged towards the Maybach.

boom!

Two hands, covered in mud and blood, slammed heavily onto the privacy glass of the back seat.

Two shocking bloodstains were left on the pristine car window.

"Chen Yuan...you're in there, aren't you? I know you're in there!"

She pressed her face tightly against the cold glass, desperately peering inside.

But the privacy glass was like a black iron wall, and she couldn't see anything.

"Chen Yuan, open the door... look at me..."

Her voice came through the car window, torn apart by the heavy rain and her sobs.

"I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

Lin Qinghan's shoulders convulsed violently, and tears mixed with rainwater poured into her mouth.

The salty, astringent taste of blood spread through my mouth.

The agonizing, meat-grinding pain in my stomach returned.

She bent over in pain, her fingernails scratching the glass with a harsh "crunching" sound.

"The company is gone... completely gone... The bankruptcy liquidation team sealed off the building this morning."

She cried as she banged her head against the car window, making muffled thuds.

"That beast Gu Zi'ang... he stole my car and also took my last bit of money meant for saving my life..."

"He's a liar! He fooled me!"

The heavy rain poured down on her back, and the cold felt like steel needles piercing her bones.

She had never been so disheveled in her entire life.

For the past five years, she has become accustomed to being high and mighty.

They were used to Chen Yuan managing everything so meticulously, even testing the water temperature before drinking it.

Now, she finally understands what it feels like to be trampled into the mud.

Betrayed by everyone, abandoned by all, and left with nothing.

"Chen Yuan...please, could you roll down the car window?"

"I'd do anything for you, just if you'd look at me!"

"You can hit me, you can scold me, I'm blind, I've been blinded by greed!"

"I'll kneel down before you! I'll give you my life!"

With a thud.

Lin Qinghan's knees buckled, and she knelt heavily outside the Maybach's door.

Rough pebbles instantly pierced into the flesh of her knee.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, clinging tightly to the bottom edge of the car door with both hands.

Inside the carriage, the temperature remained a comfortable 24 degrees Celsius.

Chen Yuan sat in the spacious back seat, coldly watching the woman outside the window who looked like a stray dog.

His heart rate did not change in the slightest.

His fingertips were still fiddling with the pure black miniature motherboard.

No matter how badly Lin Qinghan was crying, what came to mind was how decisively she turned around at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau that day.

The woman who left her male best friend stranded in the cold wind without even turning her head back after he sprained his ankle.

Now you're saying you'd give him your life?

Belated affection is less valuable than roadside weeds.

"Mr. Chen, should I go downstairs and kick her out?"

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and asked for instructions in a low voice.

The woman outside was crying so hard she could barely breathe; her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

He could faint and die under the wheels of a car at any moment.

Chen Yuan did not respond.

He didn't even bother to change his posture, remaining lazily leaning back in his chair.

His gaze pierced through the glass, fixed coldly on Lin Qinghan's face, which was covered in mud and tears.

There was no mockery, no anger, and no ecstatic joy at the triumph of revenge.

Only the calmness one feels when looking at a bag of stinking garbage.

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart; he couldn't even be bothered to utter a single word for her.

Lin Qinghan was still frantically kowtowing outside the car.

His forehead hit the metal pedal at the bottom of the car door, scraping his skin.

Blood flowed down her forehead, blurring her vision.

"Chen Yuan... I really can't live without you..."

"I haven't eaten all day, and my stomach hurts so much... it feels like a knife is twisting inside..."

"Could you cook me porridge one more time? Just once..."

She was humble to the core, trying to awaken even the slightest bit of pity in this man for her over the past five years.

She would crawl in even if he asked her to be a dog, as long as he opened the door.

However, the black car window remained as still as a piece of cast iron.

Chen Yuan looked at her disheveled appearance, shivering in the mud.

His long, slender fingers slowly rose and landed on the control panel on the car door.

Click.

A soft mechanical closing sound.

Chen Yuan pressed the window lock and coldly ordered the driver in the front seat, "Drive over the puddles, but don't let the dirty water splash onto the windows."