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

Click!

The dull thud of finger bones shattering was mixed with screams of agony.

It was shattered completely by a thunderclap in the night sky.

The torrential rain pounded on every corner of Jianghai City.

Urban villages.

A dilapidated single apartment building where most of the exterior walls have peeled off.

In the cramped corridor.

It was filled with the musty smell of never seeing sunlight and the sour stench of the sewers.

boom! boom! boom!

The violent banging on the door sounded like a death knell.

The vibrations made the flimsy security door rattle loudly.

Rusty metal pieces were falling off the door frame with a soft thud.

"Lin Qinghan! Stop hiding inside and pretending to be dead!"

"I know you're in there!"

"Your gigolo's lover owes us thirty million."

"Now that he's ruined, you'll have to pay the price!"

The harsh shouts and curses pierced through the door.

It looks like a whip with barbs.

It struck a nerve with a sharp blow to the people in the room.

Lin Qinghan huddled in a corner of a tiny single room that was only ten square meters in size.

The lights were off inside.

The only source of light was the occasional pale flashes of lightning outside the window.

It illuminated her bloodless face.

A once high-ranking female CEO.

He was wrapped in a faded old blanket.

He hugged his knees tightly with both arms.

He trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Even their teeth are fighting each other.

It made a soft, rustling sound.

Just two weeks ago, she was living in a luxurious villa of several hundred square meters.

Every morning when she opened her eyes, Chen Yuan would bring her a warm medicinal meal to her bedside.

now.

The company was seized, and the villa was taken away by the bank.

She just had her IV removed from the hospital.

They were driven to this slum by their creditors like dogs.

Splash!

A loud splashing sound came from outside the door.

A strong, pungent smell of chemical paint.

They squeezed through the crack in the door and into the house.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course!"

"If you don't pay me today, I'll burn this building down!"

The paint was the color of fresh blood.

He quickly wrote a few large characters outside the door.

It stung her senses.

Lin Qinghan's stomach clenched again.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

It hit the dusty wooden floor.

She covered her mouth tightly.

They didn't dare let out even the slightest sob.

A strong, metallic taste of blood rose in my throat.

in the dark.

She stared at the door that could be kicked open at any moment.

My mind was filled with the image of Chen Yuan's departing figure.

If Chen Yuan were still alive.

Those thugs and hooligans outside couldn't even get within ten meters of her.

That man will stand in her way like a mountain.

It can stop all the wind and rain.

But now.

She could only hide in a dark corner.

Hearing my dignity being trampled into the mud.

At Cloud Top Manor, 30 kilometers away, the scene is quite different.

Thick, triple-glazed soundproof glass.

It completely blocked out the raging wind and rain outside the window.

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

The central air conditioning blows out warm air with a faint scent of sandalwood.

It dispelled the chill of the early spring rainy night.

This is the most mysterious room in Jianghai City.

For the first time ever, the door was opened to a man.

Chen Yuan crossed his long legs.

She sat relaxed on the soft, thick cashmere carpet.

She was wearing gray cotton loungewear.

Long, slender fingers held a huge glass bowl.

The bowl was filled with freshly popped caramel popcorn.

The golden sugar coating gleamed with an enticing sheen.

The sweet, caramel aroma filled the warm room.

The giant anti-glare screen on the wall was lit.

The cold white lights were off.

Only a few warm yellow ambient lights remained.

On the curtain.

The yellow sponge was emitting its signature comical laugh.

The colors in the picture are vibrant.

It was reflected on Shen Wanzhou's fair face.

She was wearing a plush pajama set with a peach pattern.

He leaned lazily against the edge of the leather sofa.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

For someone with severe social anxiety.

This is already a safe distance where all defenses can be dropped.

Patrick Star on the screen fell flat on his face.

Shen Wanzhou couldn't help herself.

A clear, crisp laugh escaped from his throat.

Her peach blossom eyes curved into two crescent moons.

The laughter reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Like a soft brush, gently sweeping across the heart.

He handed the glass bowl he was holding towards her.

Shen Wanzhou didn't even turn her head.

My gaze remained fixed on the screen.

That fair little hand naturally reached out.

Fingertips explored inside the glass bowl.

It brushed against Chen Yuan's knuckles unintentionally.

The slightly cool touch dissipates upon contact.

She picked up two kernels of popcorn and popped them into her mouth.

The caramel crumbled between my teeth.

It makes a crisp, crackling sound.

Its cheeks puffed out, like a hamster hoarding food.

"Is it good?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Yes, the caramel coating is very crispy." Shen Wanzhou nodded.

"With the addition of sea salt, it won't be too greasy even if you eat a lot," Chen Yuan explained.

"You can even do this?"

"I learned this on the spot for a certain gluttonous cat."

The two chatted casually.

"Have you seen this episode before?" Chen Yuan asked in a low voice, breaking the silence in the room.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed the popcorn in her mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered twice.

I've watched it over a hundred times.

Her voice was soft and slightly nasal.

"Then why are you laughing so happily?"

Chen Yuan rested his chin on one hand.

My gaze shifted from the curtain to her profile.

Shen Wanzhou turned her head and met his deep gaze.

The warm light from the room shone on her face.

The photo clearly captured the pinkish tinge around the ears.

"I used to watch it all by myself."

She gripped the drawstring of her pajamas, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"When you look at it alone, you just think this sponge is noisy."

"Now that I think about it, it seems quite interesting."

The hidden meaning in this sentence.

It's like they're practically wearing "because you're here" on their faces.

A string in Chen Yuan's heart was plucked hard.

This girl.

When it comes to dating, they're so direct that it's hard to resist.

"I'll watch it with you every day from now on."

Chen Yuan spoke calmly as he made his promise.

"real?"

Shen Wanzhou's eyes lit up instantly.

He leaned forward a little.

"You can't lie to me."

She extended her right little finger.

It was held up in front of Chen Yuan.

The fair fingers dangled in mid-air.

With a touch of childish stubbornness.

Chen Yuan looked at that slender finger.

A soft chuckle escaped his throat.

The head of a powerful conglomerate worth hundreds of billions.

They actually require a pinky promise and a stamp.

He did not hesitate.

Extend your little finger and hook it around hers.

Two fingers, one large and one small, intertwined in the warm light.

"Pinky promise, I'll hang myself if I'm lying."

Chen Yuan played along with her naiveté.

The pads of the thumbs touch.

Print a silent contract.

Shen Wanzhou pursed her lips, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

I've even lost the desire to watch cartoons.

His gaze was fixed on their interlaced fingers.

At the same time.

Outside a dilapidated single apartment in an urban village.

The debt collectors grumbled and cursed as they walked down the stairs.

The heavy footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Lin Qinghan trembled as she loosened her hands from hugging her knees.

The nails were full of bloody streaks from scratching.

She shakily got up from the ground.

I dragged my stiff legs to the door.

The cramping in her stomach made every step she took feel like walking on a knife's edge.

She peered through the peephole.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor were broken, leaving the place completely dark.

There was only a pungent smell of paint that made people nauseous.

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, his voice very soft.

"Anything you make is fine." Shen Wanzhou smiled, her eyes crinkling, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye vivid and bright.

Bright red paint trickled into the room through the crack in Lin Qinghan's door, while under the warm light of the manor, Chen Yuan extended his thumb and gently wiped away a sugar crumb from the corner of Shen Wanzhou's mouth.