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

Uncle Fu held the specially made cell phone, which was burning hot.

The receiver was still ringing with questions from various CEOs, each with a different tone.

"Manager Fu, please give me a straight answer!"

"Who exactly is that gentleman in the photo? We'd like to prepare a congratulatory gift in advance!"

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

It followed the wrinkles on his face and landed on his crisp tailcoat and bow tie.

The old butler had seen all sorts of storms in his life.

Today, I was so shocked by this scene that I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth.

The red dots representing missed calls on the phone screen piled up like a small mountain.

This is not like posting a message on WeChat Moments.

This was clearly a nuclear bomb dropped on the business community of Jianghai City.

He swallowed hard and pressed the hang-up button haphazardly.

He shoved the overheated phone back into his pocket and pretended he hadn't heard anything.

Let Mr. Chen deal with this enormous debt of romantic entanglements himself.

He wiped his sweat and turned to prepare warm black tea for his two masters.

My gaze traveled through the night sky of Jianghai City.

We entered a regular ward at the city's central hospital.

The cold wind in the corridor blew in through the cracks in the door, and the smell of disinfectant was pungent and bitter.

Lin Qinghan lay on the pale hospital bed, her eyes tightly closed.

A cold IV needle was stuck in the back of my hand.

The clear medicine dripped slowly down the tube into her bluish-purple veins.

That face, which used to always be aloof, is now as white as a translucent sheet of paper.

Even his lips were cracked and bleeding.

Lin Jianguo sat on a plastic stool next to the hospital bed.

Her once slicked-back hair now looks like a clump of dry straw.

It lay sprawled haphazardly on the scalp, and all the white hairs were sticking out.

The suit jacket was crumpled up like dried pickled vegetables, and the tie was pulled loose.

Wang Guilan huddled in the corner.

He also had a lingering, unwashable stench from the sewers.

Her dark red trench coat had long been thrown away; now she was wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown.

During the day, at the entrance of Genting Manor.

The memory of being lifted up by an eagle and slammed into a muddy puddle is still etched deep into her bones.

Every time she closes her eyes, all she sees is that scarred man's cold, hard gaze, as if he wants to break her legs.

She rubbed her arms, trembling, and didn't dare to utter a single boastful word.

Ring ring.

Lin Jianguo's cell phone rang like a death knell.

He was so startled that he almost fell off the stool.

The words "President Zhao" flashed on the screen.

This is the eleventh bank executive to call today to pressure for repayment of debts.

Lin Jianguo hurriedly pressed the mute button and flipped the phone face down on the bedside table.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! You're driving me crazy!"

He growled in a low voice, slapped his thigh, and his face contorted.

"The company's accounts have been frozen, and the villa has been mortgaged."

"Even Qinghan's sports car was driven off by that pretty boy surnamed Gu."

"Our family can't even afford next week's medical bills!"

Wang Guilan leaned closer, her eyes filled with panic.

"Old Lin, what do we do? We can't really end up sleeping on the streets, can we?"

Lin Jianguo gritted his aching back teeth and pulled a crumpled document from his briefcase.

"Boss Sun from the West City area, who made his fortune in coal mining, has some spare cash."

"He's always wanted to squeeze into the tech industry and wash away the smell of coal dust on him."

"I asked my old connections to arrange to meet him at the coffee shop downstairs from the hospital tonight."

"If we can trick him into handing over ten million, the Lin family can catch their breath."

Half an hour later, in a private room at a business coffee shop next to the hospital.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, but it couldn't wipe the sweat off Lin Jianguo's forehead.

He connected the old laptop to the desktop projector.

I swiped my finger across the touchpad several times before finally opening the PowerPoint file.

Previously, Chen Yuan handled all the work of attracting investment.

Chen Yuan only needed to sit in the Lin family's study and stay up all night.

The next morning, a well-formatted and accurate business plan will be on your desk.

Even the tricky questions investors might ask.

Chen Yuan would always prepare a script of responses in advance on A4 paper.

Lin Qinghan only needs to read it aloud to be able to coax those old foxes into willingly handing over their money.

At that time, Lin Jianguo and Wang Guilan felt that this was all justified.

What kind of skill is it for a man who lives off his wife and lives with her family to do these menial tasks?

But now, Chen Yuan is gone.

The company's core technical staff have all packed up and run away.

This so-called life-saving PPT was something Lin Jianguo forced an intern from the human resources department to do.

It was pieced together from various sources and cut out.

Before he could take a closer look, the door to the coffee shop's private room was pushed open.

Boss Sun had a beer belly and a gold necklace about the thickness of a little finger around his neck.

He strode in.

A glamorous female secretary followed behind him.

"Mr. Lin, what kind of lucrative business deal do you have that you've called me here in the middle of the night?"

Boss Sun plopped down on the leather sofa, making it creak and groan.

He crossed his legs and lit a large cigar.

The smoke instantly filled the air, causing Wang Guilan to cough repeatedly.

Lin Jianguo quickly stood up, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

His waist was bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"Mr. Sun, your presence is a tremendous honor for the Lin family."

"You know the Lin Group's technology; as long as the funds are in place, it can go public and double in value immediately."

As he spoke, he pressed the remote control for the projector.

A blinding white light flashed across the curtain.

The first slide appeared.

The smile on Lin Jianguo's face froze the moment he saw the curtain.

Against a bright red backdrop, there are extremely glaring fluorescent green Song typeface characters.

The font sizes are inconsistent, and the layout is crooked.

There were even two obvious typos.

The phrase "strategic layout" was mistakenly written as "green strategic layout".

This low-quality scene, comparable to a street urchin, directly caught Boss Sun's eye.

Boss Sun exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

The female secretary couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth with her hand.

Lin Jianguo wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, his fingers trembling as he pressed the next page.

"Mr. Sun, the layout is a minor matter. Please look at our core financial data."

"Our net profit last quarter was 30 million, and we expect it to exceed 50 million next quarter..."

Lin Jianguo pointed to the bar chart on the screen and boasted, forcing himself to be brave.

Mr. Sun squinted and stared at the numbers on the screen for three seconds.

His face visibly darkened.

"Mr. Lin, are you testing my intelligence, or insulting my eyes?"

Mr. Sun slammed his cigar into the glass ashtray, sending sparks flying.

He stretched out his short, stubby finger and pointed to the total financial figure on the screen.

"The net profit you wrote on here is 30,000 yuan!"

"You misplaced the decimal point? Do you think I'm blind?!"

Lin Jianguo's mind went blank for a moment, and he suddenly turned around and leaned closer to the curtain.

30,000.00.

It's missing three zeros.

That unreliable intern messed up the unit conversions when importing the spreadsheet.

Lin Jianguo glanced down and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The data on the left and right sides of the balance sheet are completely mismatched.

A hundred and eight thousand miles away.

In the past, Chen Yuan's data was so accurate that even a single punctuation mark would be perfectly correct.

At that time, they only thought Chen Yuan was rigid and boring.

Only now do I realize that it was a mountain that supported the Lin family's dignity.

This is hardly a business plan.

This is clearly a pile of laughable garbage.

"Mr. Sun, please let me explain. It was a mistake made by one of my subordinates..."

Lin Jianguo frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tongue practically tied in knots.

Wang Guilan quickly came over and tugged at Boss Sun's suit sleeve.

"Mr. Sun, it doesn't matter if the data is wrong. My Qinghan is very clever, she..."

"Is your brain sharp?"

Boss Sun flung Wang Guilan's hand away, his face full of disgust.

"Who in Jianghai City doesn't know that Lin Qinghan from your Lin family forced the real expert Chen Yuan to leave?"

"I found a gigolo who pretended to sprain his ankle to be my best male friend, and in the end, he swindled me out of my sports car."

"Your Lin family has utterly disgraced the entire Pacific Ocean!"

Mr. Sun stood up and picked up the cup of Americano that had gone cold from the table.

He suddenly flicked his wrist.

The brown coffee liquid drew a sharp arc in mid-air.

Splash!

It splashed solidly onto Lin Jianguo's old face, which was covered in cold sweat.

Coffee dripped down his thinning hair.

It flowed into my eyes, stinging and piercing.

The dripping liquid was on the wrinkled collar of his suit, making him look utterly disheveled.

"You think you can fool me with this kind of garbage, Lin Jianguo?"

Boss Sun spat and left with his secretary.

The door to the private room was slammed shut with a deafening bang, and the glass trembled.

A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the door.

Lin Jianguo stood there blankly, wiping the remaining juice from his face.

He turned his head and looked at the flawed slides on the screen.

The lonely figure of Chen Yuan sitting in the study typing on the keyboard kept flashing through his mind.

He left Chen Yuan.

The Lin family, this self-proclaimed elite, couldn't even produce a decent PowerPoint presentation.

They looked like a group of clowns who had been stripped naked and thrown into the street.

Wang Guilan huddled in the corner of the sofa, looking at Lin Jianguo's murderous expression.

"Old Lin... if Boss Sun doesn't want to invest, then so be it, we'll look for someone else..."

Snapped!

A crisp popping sound interrupted her.

Lin Jianguo slumped into a chair and slapped Wang Guilan hard across the face: "It's all your fault, you spendthrift woman! You insisted on driving Chen Yuan away, and now we're all just waiting to die!"