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

"How dare he stand here..."

Lin Qinghan stared intently at Chen Yuan under the spotlight.

The pale lips opened and closed.

The hoarse voice sounded jarring in the quiet surroundings.

A fat boss standing next to her frowned in disgust.

The fat boss, holding a glass of champagne, took two steps to the side with a look of disdain.

She was afraid that the tattered dress stained with red wine would get on her.

"Mr. Lin, have you lost your mind due to some kind of shock?"

The fat boss swirled his wine glass.

His tone was full of undisguised mockery.

"Those are distinguished guests of the Shen family conglomerate. You're not even worthy to carry their shoes."

"Still staring at people?"

"Get out of here, stop making a fool of yourself."

Several people around covered their mouths.

A burst of laughter erupted.

The mocking laughter was like sharp needles.

One by one, they pierced into Lin Qinghan's ears.

Normally, she would have already put on her CEO persona and stormed off.

But at this moment, her gaze was glued to Chen Yuan as if by superglue.

They couldn't bear to move it even an inch.

The man was wearing a well-tailored suit with a dark pattern.

She walked calmly and confidently in the center of the red carpet.

She wore a priceless sapphire brooch on her chest.

Even her usually messy stray hairs were meticulously styled.

It exudes an air of aloofness and superiority.

Lin Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

An utterly absurd idea grew wildly in her mind like weeds.

wrong.

That's absolutely impossible.

Chen Yuan is an orphan and doesn't even have a proper university degree.

Where did he get the money to buy such an expensive custom-made suit?

What makes him so capable of being with that legendary, ruthless female tycoon?

fake.

This must all be a show he deliberately put on to win her back!

The deadness in Lin Qinghan's eyes instantly reignited.

My chest heaved violently with excitement.

She remembered.

Chen Yuan is most skilled in computer technology.

He must have hacked into the organizer's system.

He created a fake identity for himself!

He spent all his meager savings from five years of hard work.

I went and rented this outfit.

Risking being arrested and imprisoned.

Sneak into this top-tier business dinner in Jianghai City.

It's because he knew that the Lin Group had gone bankrupt today.

He knew she would be humiliated by investors here tonight.

So he appeared like a peerless hero.

Just to get her out of that predicament!

"I knew it..."

I knew you couldn't let me go.

Lin Qinghan was both crying and laughing.

Tears streamed down her face.

Rinse off the red wine stains on your face.

It left behind a trail of disheveled traces.

The meat grinder-like spasms in my stomach seemed to be forcibly suppressed by dopamine at that moment.

She completely forgot that she had been cursing Chen Yuan as a bastard in the rain last night.

All she could think about was the image of that man cooking porridge for her.

"Chen Yuan!"

Lin Qinghan suddenly raised her voice.

The hoarse voice sounded abrupt and sharp against the backdrop of the melodious cello music.

She pushed aside the fat boss who was blocking her way without hesitation.

The fat boss spilled his champagne all over the floor and was about to start cursing.

Lin Qinghan had already grabbed the wine-stained hem of her dress with both hands and rushed out.

She was barefoot, with blisters on her feet.

Stepping on the cold marble.

They stumbled and broke through the outer velvet cordon.

The two burly men in black, who were in charge of security, were caught off guard.

She actually managed to find a loophole.

"Madam, you cannot go in!"

"That's Chairman Shen's red carpet area up ahead, go back immediately!"

The security guard shouted at them from behind.

The leather shoes made a jumbled sound as they stepped on the floor.

Lin Qinghan ignored him.

All she could see was that tall, imposing figure in the center of the red carpet.

"Chen Yuan! I'm here!"

She ran while crying and shouting.

The wine stains were mixed with muddy water.

It rubbed against the expensive Persian red carpet.

A trail of glaringly dirty footprints was left behind.

Under the spotlight.

Chen Yuan's steps remained steady.

His steps were perfectly steady.

Shen Wanzhou, who was being held in his arms, was startled.

The piercing scream pierced through the music in the hall.

It pierced straight into the ear.

For someone with severe social anxiety, this sudden noise is like a thunderclap.

Shen Wanzhou instinctively flinched.

Her slender fingers gripped Chen Yuan's suit sleeve tightly.

His knuckles turned pale.

Through a black, exquisite lace veil.

Her peach blossom eyes blinked frantically.

Like a frightened fawn, it frantically searches for a hiding place.

"Someone is...shouting loudly..."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was barely audible.

It had a distinct vibrato.

She leaned uncontrollably into Chen Yuan's arms.

"I'm here."

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly.

Warm breath brushed against her veiled earlobes.

He placed his large hand on Shen Wanzhou's cold hand and patted it gently twice.

The familiar scent of soap enveloped her tightly.

Shen Wanzhou's wildly beating heart calmed down considerably in an instant.

The fingers gripping the suit jacket loosened their grip slightly.

Chen Yuan raised his eyelids.

The indifferent gaze was like a cold wind blowing through the winter.

He scanned directly in the direction from which the sound came.

Lin Qinghan was spreading her arms wide, lunging at him like a madwoman.

Her makeup was completely ruined.

The foundation mixed with tears, forming a mess.

The hair was plastered to the scalp like dry straw.

The white dress was covered in dark red wine stains.

His toes were still covered in mud and grime that he didn't know where he had gotten them from.

He looked as disheveled as a beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

The two were now less than five steps apart.

"Chen Yuan! You've finally come to save me!"

Lin Qinghan ran to a spot only three steps away from Chen Yuan.

She was breathing heavily.

The chest heaved violently.

His eyes gleamed with blind confidence and a fervent possessiveness.

"I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"

"Have you finished acting? Take off those rented clothes!"

"I forgive you! I'm completely over my anger!"

She rattled off these words in rapid succession.

The sound echoed in the hall.

"Just take me away now and help me fix the loopholes in the company."

"Rebuild that damn firewall."

"I'll go with you to get our marriage certificate right now! I'm never seeing Gu Ziang again!"

"Gu Ziang is a liar, only you are the one who is truly good to me!"

She stretched out her dusty hands.

They waited for Chen Yuan to act as he had for the past five years.

He gently pulled her into his arms.

Wipe away her tears.

He took on all the mess for her.

All the guests in the venue stopped what they were doing.

The cellist was so startled that he pulled off a note.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on this farce.

Whispers spread like a tide.

"Is this woman crazy? Daring to stage an accident on the Shen family's red carpet?"

"They even said the clothes were rented! They're pure Italian haute couture!"

Chen Yuan listened to those self-righteous shouts.

A wave of physiological nausea rose in my stomach.

Even at this point, this woman's mind was still filled with almsgiving.

He thought all she had to do was beckon him with her finger.

Then I'll wag my tail and go back like a dog.

Five years of hard work, and it's all for nothing.

Lin Qinghan opened her arms.

Close your eyes.

He lunged forward fiercely.

No matter how dirty she was, Chen Yuan would never dislike her.

Because he was the man she would give her her life for.

Three steps.

Two steps.

step.

Just a second before her fingertips were about to touch the hem of Chen Yuan's clothes.

Chen Yuan made a move.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He didn't even spare a glance for the crazy woman in front of him.

He turned his body slightly to the side.

The broad shoulders completely shielded Shen Wanzhou at his side.

It blocked the unpleasant, sour smell of alcohol from Lin Qinghan's body.

He took half a step to the left with the girl beside him.

A clean and crisp turn.

Without any hesitation.

Even the hem of his suit jacket drew a cold, hard arc in the air.

He completely avoided Lin Qinghan's wine-stained fingers.

Lin Qinghan missed her target, her high heels twisted on the red carpet, and she fell heavily to the ground, only the cold wind left by Chen Yuan in her ears.