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"The sky over Jianghai City is about to change color because of this man."

As soon as the real estate tycoon finished speaking, cold sweat dripped down his fat face and onto the floor.

The entire banquet hall was deathly silent.

No one dared to take another step forward.

The CEOs who were holding the project proposals all hid the documents behind their backs.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Chen Yuan loosely put one arm around Shen Wanzhou's lower back.

That layer of expensive black velvet fabric radiated her body heat.

He shielded the person in his arms as they made way for the crowd.

The leather shoes trod on the Persian carpet, each step steady and deliberate.

It was as if all the powerful and wealthy people around him were just stones on the roadside.

Lin Qinghan lay sprawled like a lump of mud in the dark corner at the very edge of the red carpet.

Her once expensive white dress was now covered in mud and red wine stains.

A purplish-red bruise was swollen high on the ankle.

She couldn't get up.

He could only stare at the center of the hall, head tilted back, like a fish drained of water.

The familiar scent of soap wafted into her nostrils through the crowd.

Previously, this scent belonged only to her.

Every morning when she opens her eyes, this smell, along with warm hangover soup, is brought to her bedside.

Now, that broad back has become another woman's safe haven.

It felt like my chest was filled with shards of glass; every breath felt like my flesh was being torn apart.

Chen Yuan led Shen Wanzhou to the dessert table in the corner of the hall.

The lighting here is dim, which conveniently avoids the glaring flashes of the cameras.

Shen Wanzhou's tense back relaxed slightly.

The fingers gripping Chen Yuan's clothes still didn't loosen.

The knuckles were still white.

Chen Yuan casually picked up a small white porcelain dish.

A piece of delicate strawberry mousse cake was picked up with silver tongs.

"Eat something sweet to calm your nerves."

He spoke in a very low voice, as if he were comforting a frightened child.

The voice was completely different from the cold and hard tone when he reprimanded those bosses earlier.

Shen Wanzhou nodded through the black lace veil.

She reached out to take the white porcelain plate, and her fingertips accidentally touched Chen Yuan's knuckles.

As if burned by a spark, she quickly withdrew her hand.

The blush from her ears spread all the way down to the back of her neck.

Even my breathing became erratic.

Chen Yuan did not hand her the plate.

He picked up the small sterling silver spoon and scooped out a small piece of mousse.

Long, slender fingers held the plate, and the spoon was brought to those full, red lips.

Shen Wanzhou was stunned.

Peach Blossom's eyes, hidden beneath the veil, were wide open, and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

This happened in public.

She bit her lower lip, but in the end, she couldn't resist the sweet aroma of the cake and the sense of security it gave her.

She slightly opened her mouth and took the mouthful of mousse into it.

A small dab of white cream clung to the corner of her lips.

Chen Yuan did not go to get a tissue.

His rough fingertips covered it directly and gently wiped away the bit of cream.

Their movements were as natural as if they had done it a thousand times at home.

"Is it good?" he asked.

Shen Wanzhou puffed out her cheeks like a hamster and nodded repeatedly.

Even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye came to life.

This scene was witnessed by Lin Qinghan without missing a single detail.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

My stomach was churning, and acid mixed with bile rushed straight to my throat.

Her fingernails dug so hard into the carpet that two of them snapped off.

Blood seeped into the seams of the red carpet.

The pain in my fingers was unbearable, but it couldn't compare to the despair of being torn apart in my chest.

On what grounds?

Why should the man who was so devoted to her give that tenderness to someone else?

How could those hands that once coded for her and brewed her stomach medicine be used to feed another woman cake!

The poisonous fire of jealousy burned away the last shred of reason in her mind.

She forgot that this was the most upscale banquet in Jianghai City.

They forgot that they were now just a stray dog ​​from a bankrupt company.

"Chen Yuan!"

A hysterical scream shattered the melodious music playing in the hall.

Lin Qinghan braced herself with her hands on the ground, ignoring the excruciating pain in her ankle, and suddenly stood up.

She pointed at the man in front of the dessert table, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were red.

"Have you finished acting?!"

"You're just doing this to get revenge on me, aren't you?"

She limped forward two steps, then fell heavily to the ground.

He simply scrambled forward.

The red wine stains on his body smeared onto the floor, leaving a disgusting long stripe.

"Just because I didn't register our marriage, you went and became a gigolo for this rich woman?"

"Chen Yuan, do you have no dignity left as a man?!"

"You've become so shameless, living off a woman!"

These few crazy words just came out.

The surrounding guests retreated as if fleeing some deadly plague.

Some people even covered their ears.

How dare someone in this setting call a VIP of the Shen family a gigolo?

This woman is really tired of living.

Even the spectators felt their scalps tingle.

In front of the dessert table.

Chen Yuan's hand holding the silver spoon didn't pause for even a moment.

He scooped out another piece of mousse and brought it to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

Shen Wanzhou glanced at the woman in the distance who looked like a madwoman.

She looked at the man in front of her again.

She obediently opened her mouth and ate the cake.

Chen Yuan pulled out a wet wipe and slowly wiped his fingers.

From beginning to end, he didn't look back at Lin Qinghan even once.

To him, the vehement accusations were less clear than the sound of rain outside the window.

A past that has been completely stripped away doesn't even have the right to make him angry.

The black-clad bodyguards standing around the venue didn't even need the boss to say a word.

Two burly bodyguards from the Shen family strode forward.

The leather shoes made a chilling, dull thud as they stepped on the floor.

Lin Qinghan continued crawling forward, cursing under her breath.

The bloodstains on the back of my hand were smeared all over the floor.

"Come back with me... I'll give you the company... we'll start over..."

"Gu Zi'ang is a beast, I know I was wrong..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Two pairs of large, iron-like hands gripped her arms tightly from the left and right.

The bones creaked under the strain.

"Let me go! What are you doing!"

Lin Qinghan screamed and struggled, kicking her legs wildly in mid-air.

The high heels were long gone.

The blistered soles of my feet rubbed against the smooth floor tiles, leaving streaks of blood.

The bodyguard remained expressionless.

He lifted her arm and led her outside, as if dragging a bag of stinking garbage.

Lin Qinghan's dress was torn, revealing large patches of bruised skin.

Her hair fell down, smearing her face with tears and mud.

"Chen Yuan! Look at me! Look at me!"

She turned her head and stared intently at the man's back.

The veins on his neck bulged out.

My voice cracked from shouting, sounding as harsh as fingernails scraping against glass.

But it wasn't until she was dragged to the edge of the gate that she was stopped.

The man still only showed her a cold, hard profile.

He was looking down, feeding the woman a peeled grape.

Lin Qinghan's voice became completely hoarse.

All self-deception shattered into dust at that moment.

Despair was like a rusty saw, tearing her heart to shreds.

The deep-seated regret made her breath taste like blood.

She has truly lost him completely in this lifetime.

The gilded gate was kicked open by the bodyguard.

The cold wind outside, mixed with icy rain, howled and poured into her collar.

She shivered from the cold.

The two bodyguards walked to the edge of the steps and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

"Bang."

Lin Qinghan was thrown into the air.

His body soared through the air and crashed heavily onto the hard granite steps outside the hotel.

It felt as if my internal organs had shifted.

The rain pelted her, making her shiver with cold.

She lay sprawled on the steps, feeling as if all the bones in her body were broken.

The stomach cramps finally reached their peak.

A strong, metallic taste of blood rushed up my throat.

She opened her mouth and, with a "whoosh," spat a mouthful of blood onto the white steps.

The rain quickly washed away the bloodstains, turning them a pale red.

Lin Qinghan lay in the cold rain, her fingernails scratching bloody marks into the granite.

She looked at the tightly closed gilded door.

Lin Qinghan was thrown out of the revolving door and slammed heavily onto the cold steps, blood gushing from her throat: "Chen Yuan, you're really ruthless..."