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

Top financial analysts on Wall Street watch the market fluctuate wildly.

He immediately broke down in tears and revised the risk control model.

"My God! From today onwards, our investment compass will no longer be the Federal Reserve, but Ms. Shen's pregnancy mood!"

Jones's tears fell onto the Persian carpet.

The expensive wool fibers soaked up the financial tycoon's cold sweat.

The red candlestick chart on the big screen was still moving.

This absurd scene was blown away by the Pacific winds, traveled halfway around the world, and landed back in Jianghai City in early winter.

Western suburbs.

The biting north wind whipped up the yellow sand from the ground, lashing against the rusty tin fence.

It made a piercing "clanging" sound.

This place was originally a barren, muddy wasteland that had been abandoned for over a decade.

It is only three kilometers away from that world-class obstetrics and gynecology medical center, which cost hundreds of billions of yuan and was built specifically for Shen Wanzhou's pregnancy.

To build an eco-friendly park with zero noise and extremely purified air for our future little master.

Star Ventures opened its funding pool this morning.

Three hundred billion in cash.

Even the bargaining process is skipped.

They directly bought out all the property rights within a ten-kilometer radius of this wasteland.

More than a dozen heavy bulldozers and excavators were shining their blinding searchlights.

It is parked on the muddy construction site, waiting for orders.

The diesel engine emitted a dull roar.

The tracks, however, remained stubbornly stationary.

"This is outrageous! Capitalists are digging up people's ancestral graves!"

A sharp, piercing howl pierced through the roar of the machines.

It stood out starkly and noisily on the wasteland.

Lin Ping was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket that she had picked up from some garbage dump.

Cotton wadding emerged from the crack, covered in black sludge.

She lay sprawled out in front of the bulldozer's massive tracks.

He was tightly protecting a dusty, cheapest ceramic jar with both hands.

The jar even had several poor-quality cracks on its surface.

What's inside.

It was Lin Qinghan, the one who breathed her last in the prison ward, and no one even bought her a shroud.

After Lin Qinghan died, the prison notified her family to collect her ashes.

Lin Jianguo and Wang Guilan had long since died under some bridge.

Lin Ping, this distant cousin, thinking that even a small amount is still something, scraped together a few dozen yuan to buy a broken jar.

He just found a random wasteland, dug a hole, and buried it.

She never expected that she would stumble upon such a lucky find.

This land was actually acquired by Star Venture Capital.

At this moment, a greedy green light burst forth from Lin Ping's cloudy eyes.

She tightened the urn around her neck.

He yelled at the construction foreman at the top of his lungs.

"This is the final resting place of our Lin family's eldest daughter!"

"She used to be Chen Yuan's fiancée!"

"You Starry Sky Ventures want to acquire this land? Fine!"

Lin Ping stretched out five fingers covered in black mud and waved them in mid-air.

"Give us 50 million yuan for 'grave relocation fees'!"

"If you're short a single penny, you'll have to run me over today!"

The construction foreman was wearing a safety helmet.

The stench emanating from this madwoman made my stomach churn.

He took two steps back.

The red light on the walkie-talkie was flashing; he had already reported the situation to the security department.

"squeak--!"

A black, bulletproof off-road vehicle rolled over the potholes and mud.

It came to a steady stop outside the construction site.

The heavy car door was kicked open.

Eagle, dressed in a pure black tactical uniform, strode off the vehicle with his long legs.

The heavy military boots sank into the muddy puddles.

A splash of murky water rose up.

The scar that ran across half his face exuded a bloody aura, as if it had crawled out of a battlefield, under the gloomy daylight.

He strode up to the bulldozer.

"Eagle Master".

The construction foreman quickly went to meet him, lowering his voice.

"This crazy woman is throwing a tantrum here, holding an urn containing ashes, saying that Lin Qinghan is inside."

"The brothers were afraid of getting into trouble, so they didn't dare to pull it forcefully."

"Should we call Chairman Chen and ask for his opinion?"

The eagle stopped.

Those sharp, eagle-like eyes coldly swept over Lin Ping, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground.

Upon hearing the name "Lin Qinghan".

The temperature in his eyes instantly dropped to absolute zero.

Requesting instructions?

The eagle's large hand rested on the tactical baton at his waist.

Tighten the finger bones.

Mr. Chen is wearing an apron right now.

In the manor's sterile kitchen, he spoon-tested the temperature of the plum juice for the lady.

What a sacred moment for a safe pregnancy that was.

This stinking garbage in the sewers, this filth that should have been completely wiped out six months ago.

Even if it's just mentioning a single word.

They've all offended Mr. Chen's ears.

Why are you making a phone call?

The eagle's cry sounded like a piece of raw iron hitting the ground.

"Does Mr. Chen even deserve to know about this kind of air-polluting waste?"

When Lin Ping saw the eagle, she shrank back in fright.

She recognized the scarred face.

But the temptation of fifty million was just too great.

She gritted her teeth and held the urn high in the air.

"Don't come any closer! This is Chen Yuan's ex-woman!"

"Even if he's heartless, he wouldn't dare let you touch the ashes of a dead person!"

"Summon Chen Yuan! I want to see him!"

The eagle was standing two meters away.

Looking at that cheap ceramic jar.

The facial muscles were stretched into a cold, lifeless arc.

When he was alive, he would crawl on Mr. Chen's body like a leech and suck his blood.

Now that he's completely dead, he still wants to use this ashes to blackmail Star Ventures?

The despicable nature of the Lin family is truly ingrained in their genes.

People like this would even complain about polluting the environment if they were to enter an incinerator.

The eagle did not try to take the jar.

He didn't even have the interest to glance at it again.

He simply raised his right hand, which was wearing a tactical glove.

Bring your index and middle fingers together.

He made a cool and decisive forward-moving gesture towards the bulldozer's cab.

"Start construction."

Two words.

This determined the last trace of the Lin family in this world.

The bulldozer operator received the order.

There were no more scruples.

He slammed the control lever down with his right hand.

boom--!

The heavy-duty diesel engine roared to life.

A thick plume of black smoke billowed from the massive exhaust pipe.

The steel tracks, over two meters high, were covered in mud that was falling off them.

With the kinetic energy to crush everything, it roared and crushed directly forward.

Lin Ping's eyeballs suddenly bulged out.

On that face covered in mud, greed was instantly torn apart by horror.

The vibrations from the tracks crushing the soil traveled down the ground to her spine.

She screamed.

He rolled to the side using both his hands and feet.

The cheap urn used as a bargaining chip was accidentally dropped into a muddy puddle.

Click.

The steel tracks rolled over mercilessly.

Inferior ceramics couldn't even withstand half a second of resistance under the pressure of tens of tons.

It shattered into tiny fragments the size of a fingernail.

The heavy vehicle propelled forward.

The urn of ashes, along with the mud on the ground, was rolled into the chassis by the conveyor belt.

It was instantly crushed into powder.

A cold wind, mixed with raindrops, swept across the wasteland.

The grayish-white powder mixed with mud and water was blown into the air and scattered everywhere.

It gradually blended into the filthy mud, leaving no trace of its existence.

That woman's name, along with all of it, was completely erased from this world.

The eagle stood in the cold wind.

The military boots crushed a shard of spilled ceramic.

The cheap urn shattered instantly under the tracks. The eagle watched the ashes fly away and completely dissipate in the mud, and sneered: "Living, you were trash; dead, you still want to block the way? Being reduced to ashes is the ultimate fate of your Lin family."