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

This comment, verified with a gold V mark, is like a sharp scalpel, completely cutting through the hypocritical facade of "belated affection."

The flow of data across the entire network seemed to freeze at that moment.

Subsequently, the servers of major social media platforms experienced an unprecedented surge in comments.

Countless netizens have been pulled out of that suffocating parallel universe deduction.

They stared at the screen, feeling a layer of cold, sticky sweat clinging to their backs.

Before this simulation unfolded, there were some scattered sympathetic comments online.

Some people who haven't read the memoirs thoroughly are still discussing the night Lin Qinghan knelt in the rain under the Xingchen Venture Capital building.

They were arguing about whether Lin Qinghan truly realized Chen Yuan's good qualities and whether she truly knew she was wrong.

Now, these remarks are like waste paper thrown into an incinerator, burned to ashes.

[Did you understand? Her later crying outside the Starry Sky Tower and banging her head against the wall in the rented room where Chen Yuan used to live wasn't because she loved Chen Yuan at all!]

[Everyone, go read Chapter Seven of the memoir! The day Lin Qinghan went out in the rain was exactly the day after the Lin Group's cash flow completely dried up, and it faced forced liquidation overseas!]

[What a vicious woman! Why didn't she cry when Chen Yuan was coding for her non-stop back and forth? Why didn't she kneel down when Chen Yuan burned his hand while making her fish maw and chicken soup?]

Because she discovered that the man she had treated like a son-in-law, whom she had trampled on at will, was the only true god capable of filling billions in debt. She wasn't crying over lost love, but over the loss of her all-powerful lifeline!

The sound of keyboards clattering echoed in countless corners of cities, carrying a sense of sudden enlightenment and anger.

She carefully packaged her financial hardship as the unbearable pain of losing her beloved.

Those few tears that fell in the rain weren't even as sincere as the camouflage of a crocodile feeding in the swamp.

Everyone finally understood that when Chen Yuan wrote in his memoir, "The rain on the day the Lin family went bankrupt was just right for making fish soup for Wan Zhou," he felt no sense of vengeful pleasure.

Only the indifference of stating the facts.

For a dragon soaring through the heavens, crushing a maggot rolling in a ditch requires no personal grudges whatsoever.

The storm on the internet is deafening.

In the real world, however, the sun shines brightly.

The capital city, Chen Family Manor on the hillside.

The osmanthus flowers in the back garden are in full bloom.

The wind rustled through the leaves, carrying a sweet, warm fragrance, dispelling the chill of early autumn.

Chen Yuan lay on a hand-woven rattan chair.

He was wearing a soft, light gray knit sweater, his eyes were half-closed, and his long legs were casually crossed.

The sunlight outlined his sharp jawline, casting dappled shadows on the wicker chair.

On the small round table next to it, there was a set of Ru kiln tea set.

The copper kettle on the red clay stove made a "gurgling" sound as the water boiled.

Steam rose in wisps, blurring the surrounding air.

That was a ten-year-old aged Pu'er tea that was prepared for Shen Wanzhou.

"Grandpa, look at these simulation models online..."

Chen Xingye sat on a log bench next to him, holding a tablet computer in his hands.

His face turned pale, and his fingers slid faster and faster across the screen, his fingertips trembling.

He watched the entire parallel universe simulation created by netizens around the world.

When Chen Xingye saw the scene in the simulation where Chen Yuan collapsed in the underground server room, coughing up blood that stained the anti-static floor, he gritted his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

A clear crack appeared in the bone china teacup in his hand.

"These netizens' deductions are too shrewd."

Chen Xingye swallowed hard, placed the tablet face down on his knees, his chest still heaving violently.

"But I actually think that if that elopement incident hadn't happened, that woman surnamed Lin... really would have done something like that."

"She actually dared to throw an A4 sheet of paper at your face! Who does she think she is?!"

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stretched out his well-defined hand, picked up a small silver clip next to him, and gently lifted the lid of the purple clay teapot a crack.

Boiling water rinses the tangerine peel and tea leaves, and a rich, mellow aged aroma instantly overwhelms the fragrance of osmanthus in the wind.

The temperature is just right.

"I saw through her the moment I stood on the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Chen Yuan's voice was completely flat.

There was no resentment, no relief, only a calm assail over the withered bones.

"A stray dog ​​is used to eating swill. Even if you take it back to a magnificent palace and feed it the finest Wagyu beef, it will only think that you have ulterior motives and want to steal the bone from its mouth."

He put the silver clip back on the tray, making a crisp "ding".

"Her inherent selfishness and arrogance are incurable diseases."

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the bubbling tea.

"Any attempt to use patience to influence a terminally ill person is called self-torture."

Chen Xingye looked at Chen Yuan's calm profile and a chill ran down his spine for no reason.

Only then did he truly realize how his grandfather, who usually only cared about his grandmother and the kitchen, had fought so fiercely on the dark web and Wall Street back then.

That kind of indifference, which completely eliminates emotion and measures everything with absolute reason, is more chilling than hysterical revenge.

"Everyone online is cursing her now, even digging up and dredging up those shady things the Lin family did back then. Xingchen Venture Capital's PR department asked if we need to suppress the trending topics?"

Chen Xingye tried to catch even a trace of the satisfaction of avenging a great enemy from Chen Yuan's face.

No.

There was nothing there.

Chen Yuan didn't even bother to react to the name Lin Qinghan.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the plain black watch, which had no brand and was only equipped with a miniature satellite positioning system.

3:15 PM.

"What are you betting on? Does the company's money grow on trees?"

Chen Yuan stood up and straightened the hem of his knitted sweater.

"There are fifteen minutes left before Wanzhou's lunch break ends."

Just then.

The garden's floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors were opened from the inside.

The metal tracks made a slight scraping sound.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige cashmere cardigan, and her long hair was casually tied back with a sandalwood hairpin.

She came out wearing a pair of soft-soled slippers.

Having just woken up, her clear, cool eyes were still veiled with a thin layer of moisture, revealing a languid air of complete unguardedness.

The early autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Shen Wanzhou subconsciously adjusted her collar.

Within a fraction of a second of her appearance.

The inorganic, cold hardness surrounding Chen Yuan shattered with a crash.

It's like an ancient glacier falling into the equator and instantly turning into a pool of warm spring water that could drown a person.

He completely ignored Chen Xingye, who was standing next to him and wanted to report on the public relations department's activities.

He strode up the steps and walked up to Shen Wanzhou.

"Why did you come out by yourself? Didn't we agree that I would make the tea and bring it in to call you?"

Chen Yuan spoke in a low voice and took her right hand in his.

My fingertips felt slightly cool.

He frowned slightly, then took both of her hands into his palms and gently warmed them with his body heat.

"I smelled the osmanthus flowers and wanted to come out for some fresh air."

Shen Wanzhou looked up at him.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red from getting enough sleep.

She glanced at Chen Xingye, who was standing there dumbfounded, and then at the tea set still steaming on the small table.

"What are you talking about? Why does Hoshino look so pale?" Shen Wanzhou asked softly.

Chen Xingye was about to speak when he said, "Grandma, we're looking at that tweet online—"

Chen Yuan glanced at him casually.

It was like a death stare, carrying a warning that made the surrounding air pressure drop sharply.

The words Chen Xingye was about to say suddenly took a sharp turn, and he swallowed them back down.

"We're talking about...what to eat tonight! Yes, we're talking about how much Sichuan peppercorn to put in boiled fish!"

Chen Xingye, holding the tablet computer, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Um, I suddenly remembered I have a high-level meeting at Star Ventures, so Grandpa and Grandma, I'm going to work now!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already rushed out of the back garden as if fleeing for their life.

I didn't even dare to pick up the bone china teacup lid that had fallen on the ground.

Shen Wanzhou watched her grandson's retreating figure, a faint smile curving her lips.

She turned to look at Chen Yuan, her eyes filled with understanding and indulgence towards him.

"You scared him again."

"He's so loud and boisterous, he's making your head spin," Chen Yuan replied confidently, without even bothering to write a draft.

He led Shen Wanzhou to the rattan chair, took a pure wool blanket, placed it on the chair, and then let her sit down.

Then, he turned around and picked up the cup of freshly poured tangerine peel Pu'er tea.

The amber-colored tea liquor swirls in the white porcelain cup, its temperature now just right for drinking, releasing a rich aroma through the rising steam.

Shen Wanzhou reached out her hands to receive it.

Her fingertips inadvertently touched the back of Chen Yuan's hand.

Chen Yuan smoothly turned his hand over and gathered her slender fingers back into his palm.

His gaze swept over the blooming osmanthus flowers in the garden and landed on Shen Wanzhou's cool and refined face.

In his mind, the absurd farce that countless netizens had imagined didn't even leave a ripple in his world.

No if.

There are no assumptions.

On the steps outside the Civil Affairs Bureau on that sweltering summer day.

The moment the woman answered Gu Ziang's call and turned to leave in her high heels.

He had already severed all ties with his own hands.

The so-called sympathy, regret, and cremation are all just self-indulgent performances by losers to cover up their greed.

If you don't give it a second glance, no matter how many tears a crocodile sheds, it's just a stagnant pool of foul-smelling water.

Chen Yuan held the white porcelain teacup to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

Watching her lower her head and take a sip, her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her pale lips were tinged with a moist red.

A satisfied smile appeared in his eyes as he gently stroked the fine lines left by time on his wife's hand with his fingertips.

"So, the best thing I've ever done in my life was to immediately throw that ring in the trash."