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

Shen Wanzhou blushed and stuffed the car keys into Chen Yuan's hand, turning her head away, not daring to look at him.

"This is a car for you to use when you go grocery shopping... Don't walk, it'll get tiring."

She left those words behind and didn't stay a second longer.

Holding up the hem of her milky-white nightgown, she turned and ran up the stairs.

Bare feet clattered frantically on the wooden steps.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared around the corner on the second floor.

Only a swaying hem of the skirt remained, along with a lingering sweet scent of shower gel in the air.

Chen Yuan stood still, looking down at his palm.

The metal car key with the Pagani logo was heavy.

The metal edges were still damp with the fine sweat that had seeped from the girl's palms.

A multi-million dollar limited edition supercar used as a grocery-getter?

This tycoon's thought process always manages to precisely hit the blind spots of ordinary people's cognition.

Chen Yuan shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

Since the boss meant well, he naturally had to accept this generous feeding.

He closed his five fingers and held the key in his palm.

Turning around, I walked out of the hall and down the steps into the early spring sunshine.

The silver-gray all-carbon fiber body gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight.

Chen Yuan pressed the unlock button.

The stylish gull-wing doors slowly rose, revealing a cockpit brimming with mechanical brutality.

He settled into the highly supportive racing seat and fastened his seatbelt.

Press the red ignition switch on the steering wheel with your fingertip.

boom--!

The dormant V12 naturally aspirated engine is instantly awakened.

A violent roar erupted from the four exhaust pipes.

The shockwave caused ripples to spread across the surface of the fountain pool.

Chen Yuan stepped on the gas, and the supercar transformed into a silver lightning bolt, driving out of the gate of Cloud Top Manor.

Half an hour later, in an urban village in the old city of Jianghai.

The air here is perpetually filled with the sour smell of sewers and the fishy odor of dead fish.

The narrow streets were crowded with mobile vendors selling cheap vegetables and seafood.

Last night's torrential rain left large and small puddles on the potholed asphalt road.

Several tricycles loaded with live fish had just passed by.

The puddle was filled with white fish scales and rotten vegetable leaves.

The butcher wielded his greasy cleaver, chopping on the chopping board covered in knife marks.

The synthesized electronic voices for WeChat payments are constantly ringing out, creating an unbearable noise.

Aunt Zhang was standing in front of a vegetable stall.

Holding two handfuls of muddy scallions, he was arguing heatedly with the vendor over five cents.

"Your scallion leaves are all yellow, and you still dare to sell them to me for two yuan a bunch?"

Aunt Zhang was spitting as she spoke, her fat fingers almost poking the stall owner's nose.

"Take it or leave it, the prices of vegetables have gone up after the rain today!" the stall owner retorted.

Aunt Zhang pursed her lips, about to continue her tirade.

A slight tremor suddenly came from the road beneath my feet.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, wild engine roar came from the end of the street.

That voice didn't belong to this dilapidated urban village at all.

Like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage, it exudes an overwhelming aura.

The once bustling market seemed to have been suddenly silenced.

All the sounds of bargaining and chopping meat vanished in the face of this wave of noise.

The vendors stopped what they were doing, and the elderly women and men buying vegetables all turned their heads away.

All eyes were fixed on the street entrance.

A silver-gray supercar with its chassis almost touching the ground slowly drove into the narrow, muddy old street.

The streamlined body reflected the dazzling sunlight.

It creates a strong visual contrast with the surrounding peeling red brick walls and greasy awnings.

"My God, what kind of car is this? It looks like an alien spaceship."

The butcher even put down his cleaver, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I've never even seen that car logo before. I bet it's worth several million."

"Millions? You couldn't even buy one of their tires if you sold half this street!"

A knowledgeable young man swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"This is the Pagani Zonda, a limited edition worldwide. The total cost would be at least hundreds of millions!"

Hundreds of millions?!

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd at the market.

The crowd parted like Moses parting the sea, hastily retreating to both sides of the road.

I was afraid that the hem of my clothes would even scratch the car.

Even fishmongers' tricycles would rather drive straight into the ditch to avoid it.

Aunt Zhang, clutching two bunches of scallions in her hand, was also pushed to the very edge of the curb by the crowd.

She stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to look into the car window.

"What's such a wealthy boss doing coming to our run-down market?"

Aunt Zhang's face was filled with curiosity and jealousy.

"I guess some young master took the wrong turn."

The silver-gray supercar came to a steady stop in front of a stall selling high-end seafood, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The roar of the engine finally subsided.

Only the exhaust pipe was still emitting a faint cooling sound.

The entire market was eerily silent; everyone was waiting.

Let's wait and see what kind of important person will step out of this luxury car worth hundreds of millions.

Click.

The sound of the car door unlocking was particularly clear on the quiet street.

The car window didn't roll down; the stylish gull-wing door simply swung upwards.

Like a pair of outstretched silver wings, they blocked out the sunlight overhead.

A foot wearing a black casual leather shoe stepped onto the wet asphalt road first.

They cleverly avoided the puddle next to them that was covered with floating vegetable leaves.

Immediately afterwards, a long, straight leg stepped out of the car.

Chen Yuan straightened up from the low-ceilinged cockpit, holding onto the edge of the car door with one hand.

Today he was wearing a thin, pure black trench coat over a simple white T-shirt.

It has no conspicuous logo, yet it exudes a sharp and commanding aura of authority.

A gentle breeze lifted the hem of the trench coat.

He casually closed the car door, his gaze calmly sweeping over the blank faces around him.

This unhurried demeanor seemed completely out of place in this muddy, smelly market.

The crowd was completely silent.

Aunt Zhang was standing less than three meters away from the front of the car.

My gaze moved upwards little by little from those expensive leather shoes.

When she saw the man's profile clearly, the fat on her face twitched violently.

The beady green eyes that were originally full of curiosity suddenly widened to their limit.

That cold, stern face, those deep-set eyes.

She would still recognize her even if she were reduced to ashes.

In this urban village, who doesn't know the Lin family's live-in son-in-law?

I used to come here every morning at six o'clock sharp, carrying a faded canvas bag, to buy discounted vegetables.

In order to make that stomach-protecting soup for Lin Qinghan, they even had to haggle with the butcher for a long time over the price of a pound of pork ribs.

Back then, Aunt Zhang often gossiped behind her back.

He was ridiculed by everyone he met as a spineless coward who would never amount to anything.

I heard a few days ago that the Lin family went bankrupt, and that good-for-nothing was kicked out of the house and had nowhere to live.

But now.

This man, standing next to a supercar worth hundreds of millions, exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Where is there even a trace of that humble and subservient demeanor from the past?

Aunt Zhang's breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

She even wondered if she hadn't eaten breakfast and was hallucinating.

She raised her rough hand and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

When I opened my eyes again, the man was still there.

Chen Yuan turned around and walked towards the stall selling deep-sea seafood.

"Two grouper, alive."

The deep, clear voice reached Aunt Zhang's ears clearly.

The voice, height, and appearance all match!

A loud "buzz" went off in Aunt Zhang's head.

It felt like a giant iron hammer had slammed into the top of my head.

She forcefully pinched off the scallion leaves that she had been holding in her hand, cutting off their juice.

A strong, pungent smell of onions pierced her nostrils, but she was completely unaware of it.

Her legs felt as heavy as lead.

My knees felt weak in waves.

She recalled the scene of herself pointing her finger at Chen Yuan and calling him a penniless wretch in front of the neighbors.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down my back, soaking through my thermal underwear.

Now people drive back in a supercar that could buy half a village in the city to buy fish!

This stark contrast, comparable to a meteorite hitting the Earth, shattered her decades-old worldview into dust.

The five fingers completely lost their strength.

Aunt Zhang dropped the two bunches of scallions she was holding with a "plop" to the ground, rubbing her eyes vigorously: "That...that's Lin family's poor son-in-law, isn't he? He actually drives a sports car worth over a hundred million?!"