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

Chen Yuan held the piece of flannel pajamas fabric in his hand.

Like carrying a cat that has made a mistake, I walked steadily toward the stairwell.

Shen Wanzhou followed closely behind him.

Rabbit slippers stepped onto the thick carpet on the stairs.

Not a sound was made.

Only her slightly rapid breathing rose and fell in the quiet corridor.

The incandescent light in the kitchen came on, dispelling the darkness of the late night.

Shen Wanzhou climbed onto the high stool in front of the marble countertop using both her hands and feet.

The movements were somewhat clumsy.

She was holding the SpongeBob SquarePants pillow, which was soaking wet, in both hands.

Her chin rested on the edge of the cushion.

Her peach blossom eyes were fixed on the man opposite her without blinking.

Chen Yuan tied on a pure black apron.

Take a large block of pure-colored butter out of the freezer.

Making puff pastry is a time-consuming and laborious delicate task that cannot be done carelessly in the slightest.

The dough is wrapped around butter that has been pounded into thin sheets.

The rolling pin rolled smoothly back and forth on the solid wood cutting board.

Fold and roll out.

Fold it again.

Chen Yuan's arm muscles bulged slightly with the movement.

It exudes a sense of composure and power, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

The rich, creamy aroma of butter gradually filled the air.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed.

A faint gurgling sound came from his throat.

His eyes were fixed on the dough on the cutting board.

Chen Yuan wrapped the dough, which had been folded for the third time, tightly with plastic wrap.

It was carefully placed into the refrigerator's crisper compartment.

"The dough needs to rest for twenty minutes."

He took off his apron and washed the powder off his hands.

I casually picked up a bright red strawberry from the fruit bowl on the counter.

He didn't hand it to Shen Wanzhou, but instead stuffed it directly into her slightly open mouth.

"Take this to tide you over."

The strawberry juice bursts on your tongue, a delightful combination of sweet and sour.

A drop of red juice clung to the corner of her lips.

Shen Wanzhou covered her mouth.

Even the tips of her ears were flushed with a rosy blush.

They didn't even dare to make too much noise while chewing.

In this cozy, bubbly moment.

The phone, which was placed on the corner of the kitchen counter, started vibrating violently.

The cold, hard sound of the motor broke the tranquility of the kitchen.

The caller ID showed "Chu Feng".

This is Chen Yuan's hacker best friend who spends all his time on the dark web.

Chen Yuan swiped to answer the call and then casually pressed the speakerphone button.

"Brother Yuan, your ex-fiancée's male best friend is putting on a show online!"

Chu Feng's voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

It was also mixed with a disdainful snort.

"This bastard started broadcasting on the largest live streaming platform on the entire internet, completely distorting the truth."

"The die-hard fans have almost crashed the live stream server."

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and picked up the tablet computer next to him.

"Push the link over."

With a light tap of the finger on the screen, a live stream with over ten million views popped up.

The picture quality is so clear that you can even see the pores on the streamer's face.

The scene cuts to a cheap rental room in Jianghai City.

Gu Ziang was wearing an old shirt that had been washed until it was faded.

Her hair was deliberately made messy.

That face, with its carefully applied "no-makeup" makeup, is now right in front of the high-definition camera.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

"Family members, I'm truly at my wit's end..."

Gu Ziang sobbed and picked up a rough tissue to press against the corner of his eye.

His shoulders were twitching; his acting was incredibly realistic.

"Lin Qinghan and her butler surnamed Chen conspired to swindle me out of all my savings!"

He held up a forged investment contract to the camera.

My hands were shaking so badly that the papers were rustling.

"They used my money to cover the company's losses."

"The company has gone bankrupt, and they've run off with the money!"

"I'm still drowning in debt, and I can't even afford to eat every day."

"I'm so focused on my musical dreams, why are you doing this to me?"

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly like a blizzard, almost completely obscuring people's faces.

"Oh my god, poor Zi'ang!"

"That Lin Qinghan and Chen Yuan are scumbags, they must be doxxed!"

"Everyone, let's crowdfund to send gifts to my brother to help him with his lawsuit!"

"I feel so sorry for my brother, let me give him a hug!"

The special effects of luxury yachts and sports cars exploded on the screen one after another.

The screen was filled with dazzling lights.

Gu Ziang looked at the rapidly increasing profit figures in the backend.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Although he concealed it quickly, the greedy glint in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Chen Yuan leaned against the marble countertop in the kitchen.

Looking at Gu Ziang's disgusting face on the tablet, his expression turned ashen.

With acting skills like this, it would be a waste not to win an Oscar.

"Chu Feng, is everything ready?"

Chen Yuan's voice was calm and undisturbed.

"We can't let Brother Yuan down."

Chu Feng tapped a few keys on the keyboard on the other end of the phone, the sound of the keyboard clicking crisply.

"This bastard used my webcam to start his live stream."

"I can hack into his main signal source at any time and seize ultimate control."

"Release it," Chen Yuan ordered.

"Let his brainwashed fans see what kind of person their beloved brother really is."

next second.

Gu Ziang was still in front of the screen, tearfully thanking the top donor for the rockets.

Suddenly, the live stream screen crackled with a "zzzz" sound.

Large areas of snowflake-like stripes appeared, accompanied by a sharp electrical sound.

"What's wrong? Is the network stuck?"

Gu Ziang hurriedly went to take a picture of the camera.

Their faces got even closer.

But the picture did not return to normal.

Instead, it was instantly switched to full-screen playback mode.

A high-definition surveillance video has been shown to millions of netizens.

The background of the video is an underground bank in Macau.

The light was dim and the walls were rough.

Gu Ziang knelt on the rough cement floor, trembling all over.

A burly man slapped his face with an IOU.

"Thirty million? If you dare to renege on the debt, I'll chop off your hand."

In the video, Gu Ziang was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He kowtowed repeatedly until his forehead turned red.

"Brother Long, please give me a few more days! I'm going back to Jianghai City to get it from that stupid woman named Lin Qinghan!"

"She's naive and rich; I just said a few sweet words to her, and she gave me all her money!"

"She can even dump her own butler-fiancé so easily, but she's completely obedient to me!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The live stream chat was completely silent for three seconds.

It seemed that everyone was stunned by these mind-blowing remarks.

The screen was completely clean, without a single comment.

Gu Ziang stared at the screen, his blood instantly turning cold.

His face was deathly pale, as if it were covered with a layer of white ash used for the dead.

It felt like my heart had been squeezed hard.

"This...this is AI-generated! Someone is trying to harm me!"

He frantically tried to unplug the computer's power cord.

My elbow knocked over a water glass on the table, spilling water onto the keyboard and making a hissing sound as if there was an electrical leak.

My fingers were shaking so badly I couldn't even hold the plug.

However, the image on the screen was completely out of control, and the power light remained on.

The second video then played.

It's an internal surveillance camera from the Lin Group's president's office, with a clear view.

Lin Qinghan threw the thermos at Gu Ziang.

Gu Zi'ang jumped up in a fit of rage.

There was no sign of him spraining his ankle and being unable to walk.

He slapped Lin Qinghan to the ground.

He kicked her hard in the stomach, a vicious move.

The vicious curse could be clearly heard as they snatched the car keys.

"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!"

These two hard-hitting, irrefutable videos have now been released.

The live stream chat was met with a nuclear-level backlash.

The dense text surged forth at breakneck speed, too fast to read.

"I'm disgusted! I was such an absolute idiot for sending him gifts just now!"

"He owes loan sharks! He beats women! He cheats people out of money! This scum should die!"

"Still dreaming of music? Taking our money to Macau to die!"

"Give me my money back! Give me back my New Year's money!"

The screen was completely covered by words like "scumbag," "refund," and "ban."

The die-hard fan who was just calling him "brother" instantly turned against him.

The platform forcibly froze the back-end tipping revenue, and the numbers turned gray.

Gu Ziang's legs went weak as he watched all this.

He slumped in the chair like a lump of mud.

Cold sweat soaked through my shampooed white shirt, sticking to my back and feeling icy cold.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair.

He tried to turn off the live stream, but found that the mouse had completely stopped working.

Even the power-off button was remotely locked.

Millions of eyes were fixed on his pathetic and ugly state.

In the kitchen of Genting Manor.

Shen Wanzhou had the half-eaten strawberry in her mouth.

Looking at the farce unfolding on the tablet, she blinked innocently.

Although she doesn't understand the techniques of cyber hacking.

But looking at the barrage of insults filling the screen, I couldn't help but smirk.

Anyone who offends her housekeeper deserves to be scolded like this.

Chen Yuan hung up the phone and glanced at the timer on the refrigerator.

Time is up.

He took out the chilled dough and prepared to roll it out one last time.

This scumbag's fate was already within his calculations.

Even looking at it for a second is too dirty for my eyes.

He casually placed the tablet screen face down on the marble countertop.

at the same time.

In Gu Ziang's rented room.

Before the live stream could even be cut off, the solid wood door was kicked open, and several burly men carrying steel pipes rushed in: "Big Star Gu, it's time to pay off your debt with your fingers!"