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

boom.

The kneecap slammed into the marble beneath the red carpet with a sickening thud.

Lin Qinghan lay heavily on the ground like a shrimp whose spine had been removed.

His chin hit the cold ground, and his teeth broke his inner lip.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled my mouth.

Click, click.

The flashes of light were like a dense downpour, relentlessly pounding on her mud-covered face.

The glamorous guests around them covered their mouths and noses and backed away.

Her high heels made a disdainful backward step on the red carpet.

The laughter and disdainful comments overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

"Where did this crazy beggar woman sneak in from?"

"Where's security?! Hurry up and throw this pile of trash out!"

Two burly security guards in black strode over.

Not a single word wasted.

One of them grabbed her arm and lifted her off the ground like a dead dog.

Lin Qinghan's ankle was swollen so badly that her high heels had long since flown more than three meters away.

Her skirt, stained with red wine and mud, left a long, dirty trail on the ground.

"Let me go... Chen Yuan..."

She struggled, her fingernails futilely scratching at the security guard's black suit.

His voice was so dry and hoarse, it sounded like it was being rubbed on sandpaper.

The acidic fluid rising in her throat made her cough repeatedly.

She turned her head desperately, her gaze fixed on the broad, tall figure in front of her.

If only he would look back once.

If only he would stop.

But that figure didn't stop at all; its steps were as steady as an insurmountable mountain.

Chen Yuan's suit jacket drew a cold, hard arc in the air.

Not even a wisp of extra cold wind was spared for her.

The gilded gate slammed shut in front of her.

This completely isolated her from that dazzling world.

The air conditioning inside was on full blast.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive fir wood incense.

The crystal chandelier casts shimmering light, reflecting off the floor tiles with dazzling brilliance.

Chen Yuan protected Shen Wanzhou as they passed through the gilded gate.

The moment I stepped inside, the once noisy banquet hall fell silent for a moment.

Dozens of eyes, filled with curiosity, awe, and flattery, were cast in unison.

These business tycoons, who usually wield immense power in Jianghai City, are now like hunting dogs that have smelled meat.

Holding their wine glasses, they rushed forward, one after another.

"Chairman Shen, you've finally arrived!"

"This gentleman is very handsome; may I ask where he works?"

A bald, middle-aged man with a broad smile bent over and took a half-step closer.

Holding a glass of champagne, he adopted an extremely humble posture.

Chen Yuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

He stepped to the side, silently blocking Shen Wanzhou's diagonal front.

Broad shoulders are like an impenetrable wall.

He completely blocked those probing glances and the pungent smell of perfume.

"Chen Yuan".

He uttered two words indifferently, without even taking the wine glass.

His voice was as cold as if it were mixed with ice shards.

The bald man was met with a rebuff; the fat on his face twitched a couple of times, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

He could only awkwardly laugh and retreat back into the crowd.

Standing behind Chen Yuan, Shen Wanzhou's chest heaved faster and faster.

So many eyes are staring, so many mouths are opening and closing.

The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked away instantly.

She wore a black lace veil and bit her lower lip tightly.

A deep white mark was left on her lips from being bitten.

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

The cold sweat in his palms made the expensive haute couture fabric slightly damp.

She was like a fallen leaf trembling in a storm.

All the weight rested on Chen Yuan's arm.

Chen Yuan grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

He placed his fingertips on her rapidly beating pulse and pressed soothingly twice.

This small movement calmed Shen Wanzhou's breathing slightly.

Just then, a figure in burgundy, carrying a wine glass, walked over from the edge of the crowd.

She is Ye Qingcheng, President of Sequoia Capital Asia Pacific.

Ever since I was taught a lesson by the Shen family conglomerate in the coffee shop last time...

Her aloof and superior image as a venture capital queen has long since crumbled.

I finally got this opportunity today.

She had to win back the favor of this ruthless man.

Ye Qingcheng walked gracefully, her steps graceful and elegant, as she wore red-soled high heels.

Her burgundy deep-V dress accentuated her stunning curves.

She bypassed the peripheral executives and walked directly to Chen Yuan.

They stopped less than half a meter away from him.

This distance has crossed the normal social safety line.

A strong and mature rose fragrance forcefully penetrated the surrounding air.

"Mr. Chen, I never expected to see you here."

Ye Qingcheng leaned slightly forward, her waist as supple as a water snake.

The snow-white scenery at the neckline was faintly visible.

She held the wine glass with both hands, the rim of the glass pressing down lower than Chen Yuan's wrist.

"I was blind to your true worth last time at the coffee shop."

"This glass of wine is a toast to you, as an apology."

Her voice was soft, sweet, and deliberately ingratiating.

Those captivating eyes were fixed intently on Chen Yuan's face.

Chen Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the glass of champagne that was handed to him.

His gaze was as indifferent as if he were looking at a glass of plain water.

He didn't reach out, nor did he say anything.

But this brief pause appeared to Shen Wanzhou in a completely different light.

The pungent scent of rose perfume wafted over.

It was like a sharp knife that pierced her already fragile sense of security.

Shen Wanzhou peered through the mesh of a black lace veil.

He stared intently at Ye Qingcheng's face, which was adorned with exquisite makeup.

She recognized him.

This is the woman who tried to touch Chen Yuan's water glass in the coffee shop that day!

The sense of crisis of competing for food instantly overwhelmed social anxiety.

Her heart, which had been closed off for years, felt as if it had been thrown into a scalding hot coal fire.

It made a sizzling sound.

The stinging resentment and the irritating sense of territory fermented violently in my chest.

This woman is dressed so scantily!

And she was standing so close to him!

He can only smell the aroma of scallions and soap from the kitchen!

You absolutely must not come into contact with this kind of weird perfume smell!

Shen Wanzhou's eyes instantly reddened.

My nose feels sore and swollen.

She no longer cared about the dignity of being the head of a tycoon.

They also forgot the etiquette and manners that Uncle Fu had repeatedly emphasized before they came.

She released her grip on Chen Yuan's sleeve.

Suddenly, he took half a step forward.

Before anyone could react.

She opened her arms.

Like a frightened koala that is also protective of its food.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's strong arm.

He pressed his entire body against it.

The fluffy head buried itself between Chen Yuan's broad shoulders and neck.

The black lace veil rubbed against Chen Yuan's suit lapel.

It rubbed a wrinkle into the smooth fabric on his chest.

She clung tightly to that arm with both hands.

He was so strong that his joints were turning white.

It was as if she was afraid that if she let go even slightly, the man who made her the Napoleon cake would be snatched away by someone else.

Chen Yuan's body stiffened for half a second.

The air was filled with the faint scent of peaches from the girl's hair.

Through her thin shirt, he could clearly feel her rapidly beating heart.

And that unconditional reliance.

Chen Yuan's usually cold and hard eyes softened noticeably.

He did not push her away.

Instead, he lowered his shoulders slightly to make her more comfortable leaning against him.

He raised his other hand and casually placed it on her waist, blocking the view of others.

The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence at that moment.

You could hear a pin drop.

The cellist even stopped his bow in mid-air.

Those business tycoons stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

The rumored ruthless and merciless female tyrant of the Shen family.

She actually clung to a man's arm in public like a spoiled little girl?

Has the world gone mad?

Ye Qingcheng, who was standing closest, was the most affected.

Her cheeks were ashen, as if drained of all color.

The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, and a few drops of champagne spilled onto the red-soled shoes.

She stared at the fearsome female tycoon as if she were a ghost: "Chairwoman Shen... what's wrong with you...?"