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

Shen Wanzhou gripped Chen Yuan's suit sleeve tightly, her nails digging into the crisp fabric.

The fingertips were pale from lack of blood.

"You swear you won't leave my sight for even a second."

She tilted her head back, her shimmering peach blossom eyes filled with pleading.

Looking into those eyes, Chen Yuan felt the hard shell in his heart soften silently.

He reached back and grasped those two cold fingers, the warmth of his palm transferring to them.

"I swear, I'll stay right next to you tonight and won't stray a step further."

His deep voice carried a calming power.

Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Uncle Fu, who was outside the door, heard the commotion and hurriedly wiped his sweat.

Chen Yuan turned his head and gave instructions through the crack in the door.

"Uncle Fu, get the car ready, and bring over a black lace veil."

"The boss doesn't see strangers, so covering his face would be better."

The most luxurious InterContinental Hotel in Jianghai City is brightly lit tonight.

Inside the venue of the annual business gala, elegantly dressed women mingled amidst the glittering lights and clinking jewels.

The melodious cello music flowed through the air, and the champagne tower reflected the dazzling light from its overhead lights.

Lin Qinghan huddled in the shadows at the edge of the venue.

She was still wearing the same out-of-season haute couture gown from last year.

My wrists and neck feel empty.

In order to obtain this invitation to the outer venue, she sold the last few decent pieces of jewelry belonging to the Lin family for a pittance.

The tan line on my neck now looks like a humiliating scar.

My stomach started spasming again.

A sharp pain shot straight up my brain along my nerves, like a hand twisting a rope inside.

Lin Qinghan clenched her teeth, pressing her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth.

Only when he could taste a faint hint of blood did he forcefully suppress the dry heaving in his throat.

She held the glass of red wine, and with each step she took, her high heels caused blisters to form on her heels.

Not far ahead, several portly investors were exchanging pleasantries.

The one leading the charge was none other than General Manager Wang, who slammed his fist on the table in his office yesterday and withdrew his investment.

Lin Qinghan put on a fawning smile and forced herself to go forward.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Li, you are all here."

She held the wine glass, bent her back slightly, and adopted a humble posture.

"Although the Lin Group is currently facing difficulties, its core business can be restarted immediately once it receives bridge financing."

"For the sake of our years of cooperation, please give me another chance..."

Mr. Wang turned his head and looked her up and down.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a cheap, discounted item.

"Hey, isn't this President Lin? What's wrong? Didn't you bring your singing male best friend?"

The surrounding bosses burst into shrill laughter.

Lin Qinghan's face instantly drained of all color.

The fingers holding the wine glass trembled violently, and the wine sloshed wildly against the glass.

"Mr. Wang, please stop joking about her."

Mr. Li, standing next to him, waved his hand with a look of disgust.

"Everyone knows the Lin family is a bottomless pit now."

"I said it before: the Lin family's technology is all supported by that housekeeper fiancé."

"You just won't believe me, you insist on praising a good-for-nothing."

"Now even the firewall has been breached; it's just an empty shell."

"Lin Qinghan, the security guards must be blind to have managed to sneak into this banquet."

"You want us to play with real money? Dream on!"

Mr. Wang snorted coldly and turned to greet the others.

"Let's stay away from this jinx, lest we get tainted by it."

"Come on, come on, the head of the Shen family conglomerate will be here soon."

"Let's wait at the door; let's not waste our time on such unlucky people."

Several business owners, holding their wine glasses, walked right past Lin Qinghan without even glancing at her.

He deliberately bumped his shoulder into Lin Qinghan's arm.

She stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

A few drops of red wine spilled from the glass, splashing onto the back of her pale hand.

Like a pool of dried blood.

She stood there blankly, while the guests in suits around her cast disdainful glances at her.

Every gaze was like an invisible slap, striking her face hard.

If Chen Yuan were still alive.

If Chen Yuan were to accompany her to this kind of banquet.

He had long ago silenced these people with his perfect business plan.

He would hand her a cup of warm honey water at just the right moment when she had a stomachache.

But now, she can only be trampled on like a stray dog.

A suffocating wave of regret stuck in her throat, causing her eyes to sting.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the venue.

The melodious music in the hall suddenly stopped.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned to the two gilded gates, each five meters tall.

"They're here! That person from the Shen family is here!"

Someone whispered something, their voice filled with awe.

The gilded doors were slowly pushed open by four waiters wearing white gloves.

Outside the door, the night breeze, carrying the chill of early spring, swept into the hall.

A tall and imposing figure was the first thing that caught everyone's eye.

Chen Yuan was wearing a bespoke, handcrafted suit with a subtle pattern.

Broad shoulders accentuate a perfect silhouette.

The pure black fabric has a cold, hard texture under the light.

His face was cold and stern, and his eyes exuded a sense of oppressive power, as if he didn't care about anyone else.

The aura was so strong that the CEOs in the front row subconsciously took a half step back.

"Whose young master is that? His aura is so overwhelming that I can hardly breathe."

"Shh, didn't you see who he's arm in arm with?"

"My God, that living devil from the Shen family!"

A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd.

In Chen Yuan's arms, he held a slender wrist wearing a black velvet glove.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a floor-length evening gown that resembled a black swan.

Her exposed collarbone was dazzlingly white.

She wore a half-length, exquisite black lace veil over her face.

She covered her easily timid peach blossom eyes, revealing only her full and alluring red lips.

To outsiders, this legendary female tycoon is mysterious, noble, and arrogant.

The fact that the head of the Shen family could hold his arm suggests that this man's background is incredibly powerful.

But only Chen Yuan knew.

The hand that was wrapped around his arm was gripping the fabric of his suit tightly.

The little finger was even trembling slightly.

Through the fabric, he could feel the cold sweat seeping from her palms.

This was the first time in Shen Wanzhou's life that she had faced so many eyes.

My legs trembled with every step I took.

All their confidence stemmed from Chen Yuan's support.

Chen Yuan slowed his pace, turned his head, and leaned close to her ear.

"Don't be afraid, just treat them like cabbages in the field."

A warm breath brushed against Shen Wanzhou's earlobe.

Beneath that veil of feigned aloofness, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

The previously stiff steps regained their rhythm because of those words.

Spotlights fell from the dome, relentlessly following the two figures.

They walked on a red carpet covered with rose petals, like a king inspecting his territory.

The business elites and powerful figures throughout Jianghai City all bowed their heads and respectfully made way for a wide passage.

No one dared to approach and speak; they even held their breath.

Lin Qinghan stood on the outermost edge of the crowd.

Hearing the noise, she subconsciously raised her head and looked through the gaps in the crowd at the center of the red carpet.

I only glanced at it.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The man who walked under the spotlight, exuding an aura of power, as if a god had descended.

That face she had looked at for five years, used for five years, and finally abandoned with her own hands.

It's Chen Yuan!

How is that possible?

Hallucination, it must be a hallucination caused by hunger.

Isn't he a penniless guy who can only live in a basement in an urban village and relies on her salary to make ends meet?

Isn't he just a stay-at-home husband who only wears an apron and cuts potatoes in the kitchen?

Lin Qinghan's pupils dilated uncontrollably.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Yuan's bespoke suit.

The tailoring and fabric were so exquisite that any one piece could be worth half a month's worth of revenue for the Lin Group at its peak.

What she found even more irritating was the woman beside Chen Yuan.

Although her face was covered by a veil, her entire face was obscured.

But the chaebol heritage and noble temperament that emanated from her very bones were something Lin Qinghan could never learn in eight lifetimes.

And Chen Yuan's gentle demeanor as he whispered in that woman's ear.

Like a poisoned knife, it stripped Lin Qinghan of her last shred of self-respect.

Last night, the image of her kneeling by a muddy puddle and begging for mercy in the torrential rain came to mind.

The cold Maybach didn't even apply the brakes.

It turned out that the person sitting in the car was the man who was about to take control of half of Jianghai City's business world.

She personally drove a dragon out of her home, but treated a blood-sucking worm as a treasure.

After five years of living together day and night, she didn't even know what kind of Buddha was sleeping next to her.

This sense of being utterly crushed by a single blow was more devastating to her than the company's bankruptcy.

A sudden surge of intense acid churned in my stomach.

Lin Qinghan's hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled.

The glass is tilted.

Most of the crimson wine spilled out, all over her out-of-season white dress.

It instantly stained a large area red, like a festering flower of blood.

The sticky liquor clung to my skin, icy cold.

People around him scurried away in disgust, afraid of being tainted by bad luck.

But Lin Qinghan didn't bother wiping it off at all.

She couldn't even feel the dampness and coldness of her clothes or the blisters on her feet.

My mind was buzzing, and my worldview shattered into dust at that moment.

She thought that if Chen Yuan left the Lin family, he would be left to wander the streets.

The reality is that she turned around and stood at the very top of the pyramid, a position she could only dream of reaching.

She could only stand in the dark corner, looking up like a ridiculous mouse.

The spotlight's halo stung her eyes.

Tears unknowingly fell onto the wine-stained hem of her skirt.

This belated remorse tore at her very core.

Her lips were trembling violently, and her teeth were chattering.

A heavy, bellows-like breathing sound came from his throat.

Lin Qinghan stared at the man who was surrounded by admirers, her lips trembling as she squeezed out a few words: "How dare he stand here..."