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

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The latest custom-made phone slipped from Lin Qinghan's trembling fingers.

It crashed heavily onto the cold tiles of the orthopedic hospital corridor.

The tempered glass screen protector was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, much like her crumbling Lin family empire at this moment.

Zhang Wei's pig-like screams still blared from the speakerphone on the phone, each word dripping with blood.

Lin Qinghan pressed down hard on her throbbing stomach.

It felt as if a piece of rough, broken glass had been stuffed into my throat.

She wanted to bend down to pick up her phone.

His knees were as soft as mud, and he could only slide helplessly down the pale white wall to the ground.

At the same time, at Yunding Manor in Jianghai City.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the large French windows, gently illuminating Chen Yuan's profile.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

My muscles tensed up involuntarily, preparing to get out of bed and go to the kitchen to cook that pot of stomach-soothing porridge that I never missed.

However, what came into view was not the cramped storage room of the Lin family that didn't even have windows.

Instead, it's a luxurious butler suite with a four-meter-high ceiling.

Beneath him was a soft, handcrafted mattress that gently supported his back like a cloud.

Chen Yuan was stunned for two seconds.

His tense shoulders gradually slumped, and a self-deprecating chuckle escaped his throat.

The muscle memory developed over the past five years of working like a slave is harder to break than a dog leash.

He reached for his old cell phone on the bedside table, and the screen lit up.

"Dear customer, RMB 100,000.00 has been transferred into your account ending in 7788 from another bank."

Looking at the pleasing string of zeros, Chen Yuan leaned comfortably against the leather headboard.

No need to look at your ex's haughty, arrogant face.

You don't need to offer any emotional value, and you don't even need to meet them.

This rich woman's money is a hundred times easier to obtain than if it were found for free.

Chen Yuan nimbly rolled over and got out of bed.

After washing up, I turned on the top-of-the-line workstation in the room.

The pale blue light from the screen illuminated his calm and collected features.

Now that he had escaped the quagmire of the Lin family, he had to start building his own real business foundation.

Fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and the black interface of the stock trading software instantly filled both screens.

With his unparalleled financial memory, he relied on it all.

Chen Yuan's gaze was fixed on a stock with the ticker symbol "Green Vine Pharmaceuticals".

At this moment, the stock is a deep, dark green.

Millions of sell orders were piled up on the limit-down board, and retail investors were wailing in the forums.

But this was just a ruthless market manipulation by the big players.

In three days at most, Green Vine Pharmaceuticals will announce that it has mastered a core targeted drug technology.

The stock price is poised for an epic run of 20 consecutive limit-up days.

Chen Yuan didn't even blink as he moved the mouse.

He immediately used all of his newly received 100,000 yuan advance salary to buy stocks.

Full position, the ultimate bottom-fishing strategy.

The moment he pressed the Enter key, he seemed to hear the roar of capital's gears crushing money.

Having secured the initial seed for his first pot of gold, Chen Yuan looked up at the vintage-style clock on the wall.

11:30.

Time to prepare lunch for that socially anxious employer.

Last night she texted me saying she wanted a fried egg, which was a clear distress signal for feeding her.

Chen Yuan walked out of the room and came to the luxurious kitchen on the first floor, which was comparable to a Michelin-starred kitchen.

He doesn't plan to cook anything bland today.

He's going to use drastic measures.

The best way to treat this severe anorexia is to bombard the taste buds with strong, overpowering flavors.

Chen Yuan picked out a premium black pork rib from the cold storage.

Knife up and down.

Knock knock knock.

The spare ribs, with their cartilage still attached, were precisely chopped into small pieces about two centimeters long.

Heat the pan, then add cold oil.

Add a handful of rock sugar to the pot and simmer slowly.

The caramel coloring gradually melted in the center of the iron pot, turning into a thick amber color, with fine golden bubbles rising to the surface.

Chen Yuan suddenly jerked his wrist.

The ribs were poured into the pot like a torrential rain.

Sizzle—!

The violent sizzling sound of frying instantly filled the kitchen.

The amber-colored syrup coated each piece of rib tightly, giving it an enticing color.

Add the aged vinegar and dark soy sauce along the edge of the scalding hot wok.

The pungent, sweet and sour aroma explodes in the air like a bombshell.

Gumbling.

The thick, bright red broth was bubbling violently in the pot.

The ribs are stewed until they are translucent and the meat is slightly separated from the bone.

The aroma is so overpowering that even the best range hoods can't completely remove the sweet, meaty scent.

Chen Yuan sprinkled some white sesame seeds on top, then turned off the heat and took the pot out.

The plate of bright red, sweet and sour pork ribs with a tantalizing aroma was placed on a pure silver tray.

It is served on the side with a bowl of perfectly separated Koshihikari rice.

Of course, a perfectly poached egg with crispy edges and a semi-solid yolk is absolutely essential.

Chen Yuan picked up the tray and walked steadily down the silent cashmere carpet to the end of the second-floor corridor.

The rich, sweet and sour aroma of meat seemed out of place in the deserted corridor.

He stopped in front of the heavy mahogany door.

Place the tray securely on the carpet.

Then, very obediently, he took three full steps back.

He even deliberately turned his face to one side, avoiding looking through the crack in the door.

It gave the severely socially anxious boss behind the door an absolute sense of security.

The corridor was extremely quiet.

one second.

two seconds.

Click.

The faint sound of the electronic lock unlocking finally broke the silence.

The heavy mahogany door was slowly pulled open from the inside, leaving a gap of less than ten centimeters.

It was pitch black through the crack in the door.

But out of the corner of his eye, Chen Yuan keenly caught a hand peeking out from the bottom of the door crack.

It was a small, fair hand, so fair that you could almost see the blue veins.

At that moment, that hand was trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

It's like a kitten that desperately craves food but is also terrified of its surroundings.

Her fair fingertips carefully reached forward.

Finally, it touched the edge of the scalding hot white porcelain plate.

The instant it touched.

Whoosh!

Without the slightest hesitation.

That hand burst forth with astonishing speed, grabbing the edge of the plate and pulling it desperately into the crack of the door.

Their movements were so swift, it was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Because of the excessive force, a few drops of bright red sweet and sour sauce even splashed onto the expensive carpet.

boom!

The mahogany door was violently slammed shut.

The electronic lock emits a beep sound within 0.1 seconds to lock.

Only the lingering aroma of spare ribs remained in the corridor, along with the empty silver base.

Chen Yuan looked at the sauce on the carpet and couldn't help but chuckle.

This exaggerated food-grabbing behavior hardly resembles the ruthless and decisive female tycoon of legend.

He shook his head, bent down to pick up the tray base, and turned to go downstairs.

I had just reached the corner of the stairs.

A dark figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows below.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's arm tightly.

Chen Yuan's muscles tensed, and he was about to exert force to break free.

But he met a pair of cloudy eyes, streaked with tears.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, stood at the corner of the stairs, tears streaming down his face, and grabbed Chen Yuan's arm: "Mr. Chen, my young lady... she actually ate meat?!"