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

pat.

A plastic bottle filled with water was smashed on the asphalt road.

Clear water splashed and wet Wang Kai's old, peeling sneakers.

His eyes, which had been squeezed into slits by his fat, were now wide open like copper bells.

His chin almost hit the instep.

There was a breath stuck in my throat, I couldn't go up or down.

"Brother Yuan, that mysterious stock market guru who was making waves in the market yesterday... it was you?!"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He raised his hand, his clearly defined index finger held upright to his lips.

He made a shushing gesture.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and heat waves were rising from the asphalt road.

With his back to the sunlight, Chen Yuan exuded a profound and unfathomable aura.

"Keep your mouth shut, and use the money you earn to get married."

"Don't forget to clear out your inventory at 10:30 tomorrow morning."

No further explanation is needed.

Chen Yuan turned around and pushed open the black and gold carved door.

He left the fat man with a tall and straight back view.

The door lock clicked shut.

Wang Kai stood there, stunned.

His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the scorching hot curb.

He watched the profits from the new energy stocks in his account jump wildly.

He covered his face with both hands, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

His heavy breathing, barely suppressed, escaped between his fingers.

That was the ecstasy of regaining something lost.

at the same time.

In a dilapidated rented room in the old town of Jianghai City.

The air was filled with the sour smell of moldy food.

The peeling paint had crumbled to the ground, and thick spiderwebs clung to the corners.

Lin Jianguo slumped on the worn-out spring sofa, his hair greasy and matted.

Wang Guilan rummaged through drawers and cabinets.

The iron pot clanged loudly.

They couldn't even find a coin enough to buy a steamed bun.

Since the company went bankrupt, the villa has been seized.

Those relatives who used to call me brother are now all refusing to answer my calls.

It's been three days.

The family of three didn't even get a decent hot meal.

"I need money! My friends are waiting for me to drink with them!"

Lin Zixuan kicked over the plastic trash can on the ground.

Yellowed vegetable leaves were scattered all over the ground, emitting a sour smell.

He was wearing a pilling streetwear outfit, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night playing games.

He was used to the life of a pampered young master who had everything done for him.

The hardship he's experiencing now is worse than death.

Lin Zixuan scratched his hair in frustration.

His eyes darted around, and he remembered something.

Chen Yuan used to own a second-hand Volkswagen sedan that he used for grocery shopping.

It has been parked in the open-air parking lot in the urban village and has not been driven away.

The passenger-side glove compartment of that car always contains several packs of spare high-end cigarettes and some emergency cash.

Lin Zixuan licked his chapped lips.

He grabbed a rusty screwdriver from the table.

He slammed the door and left.

The door panel slammed against the door frame, shaking off a layer of white dust.

Half an hour later, in the open-air parking lot of the urban village.

The weather can change in an instant.

Large, dark clouds pressed in from the horizon, blocking out the sunlight.

The cold rain of early spring fell without warning.

Lin Zixuan hunched his shoulders and groped his way to the dusty, secondhand Volkswagen.

He looked around.

It was confirmed that the surrounding surveillance cameras had been broken for a long time.

He raised the screwdriver in his hand and aimed it at the blind spot of the car window.

boom!

The glass shattered with a crack, turning into a spiderweb of shards on the ground.

The glass shards fell onto the car seat, making a soft clattering sound.

Lin Zixuan leaned half his body through the car window.

He frantically rummaged through the storage box.

He had just grabbed a few packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and a stack of bright red cash.

Before he could even pull his head back...

Suddenly, a force as heavy as Mount Tai pressed down on my back.

Click.

The cracking sound of dislocated joints was accompanied by a pig-like scream.

Lin Zixuan's right arm was forcibly twisted behind his back.

He was forced to lie on the muddy ground covered with broken glass, like a dead dog.

A shard of glass pierced his cheek.

Fresh blood mixed with black mud flowed down the ground.

The security captain, Eagle, wearing a black raincoat, stood with one foot on his back.

The heavy combat boots made it hard for Lin Zixuan to breathe.

"You've got some nerve, daring to touch Mr. Chen's car."

The eagle's face was cold, and rain streamed down the scars on his face.

He gestured to the bodyguards behind him.

"Tie him up and take him outside the manor to await further instructions."

The cold rain washed over the black and gold iron gates of the Cloud Top Manor.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder roared.

A dilapidated taxi was parked at the intersection a hundred meters away from the manor.

The car hadn't come to a complete stop yet.

Lin Qinghan pushed open the car door and, without even opening an umbrella, plunged straight into the rain.

She just woke up in the hospital.

After the IV was removed, I received news that Lin Zixuan had been arrested for theft.

The heavy rain instantly soaked through her thin hospital gown.

The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her gaunt and emaciated figure.

She was barefoot, walking on the asphalt road that was full of puddles.

My feet were blistered from running, and then they were punctured by rough stones.

With each step he took, he left behind a pool of pale red blood.

The spasms in my stomach felt like a rusty saw.

It was pulling at her nerves back and forth.

She was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat, which mingled with the rainwater.

She bit her pale lower lip and stumbled forward.

My gaze pierced through the dense curtain of rain.

Outside the manor gates.

Lin Zixuan was bound hand and foot and knelt on the ground like a mud monkey.

The eagle stood guard beside him like an iron tower, expressionless.

Separated by an ornate iron gate.

Chen Yuan stood quietly inside the door, holding a long, pure black umbrella.

He wore a crisp black suit without a single wrinkle.

This completely isolated him from the filth and mud outside the door.

Raindrops pounded on the black umbrella, splashing up rings of white mist.

Lin Qinghan's legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees outside the iron gate with a thud.

His knee slammed hard onto the hard concrete, splashing mud and water everywhere.

The dull thud of bones colliding was drowned out by the thunder.

"Chen Yuan..."

Her voice was torn apart by the heavy rain, hoarse and filled with the sound of weeping blood.

He gripped the cold iron railings tightly with both hands.

The knuckles of his fingers had a horrifying bluish-white tinge.

She looked up through the gap in the railing.

Looking at the man under the umbrella.

This black umbrella used to always lean towards her side.

Even if half of Chen Yuan's shoulder was soaked by the rain, he wouldn't let her get a single drop of water on her.

Back then, Chen Yuan would hold her hand in the rain to warm her up.

just now.

He was the only one under the umbrella.

The shadow of the umbrella ribs fell on his face, obscuring his expression.

Chen Yuan's gaze pierced through the rain curtain and landed on her pale, paper-white face.

His gaze was as cold as a block of ice that never melts.

There was no temperature at all.

It's like looking at a pile of non-recyclable trash on the roadside.

That unwavering gaze was a hundred times more painful than having her heart ripped out with a knife.

Even the last remaining affection was washed away completely by this rain.

"Sis! Help me! He'll kill me!"

When Lin Zixuan saw Lin Qinghan, he clung to her like a lifeline and began to wail.

Snot mixed with mud and water flowed into his mouth, making him look extremely disheveled.

"I only took a few packs of cigarettes, make him let me go!"

Lin Qinghan shuddered.

The cold rain streamed down her hair and into her eyes.

It was so bittersweet that tears streamed down my face.

The cramping pain in her stomach forced her to bend over even lower.

He was almost completely submerged in the mud.

The dirty water in the puddle soaked through her trouser legs.

Lin Qinghan knelt on the ground, clutching the iron gate railing and crying out, "Chen Yuan, he's my only brother! I beg you, please spare his life!"