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

Chen Yuan supported Granny Sun's arm and sighed helplessly, "Senior, please get up. I'm really just a housekeeper who cooks part-time."

Grandma Sun was lifted up by this irresistible, skillful force.

His withered fingers were still trembling in mid-air.

Seeing that the young man was determined, she could only swallow her regret.

The aroma of medicinal cuisine still lingered in the kitchen.

Chen Yuan washed his hands and took off the pure black apron from his waist.

"This soup needs to be simmered for another ten minutes to be properly cooked."

He turned his head and gave Shen Wanzhou, who was peeking through the door, a word of advice.

He then picked up the dark trench coat draped over the back of the chair.

"I went to Qinfangge in the city center, and Uncle Fu said that they had just received a new batch of top-grade pre-Qingming tea."

"I bought this to help you digest."

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the Qinfangge Teahouse in the center of Jianghai City.

The early spring sunshine was blocked by thick clouds.

A slightly damp and chilly draft was blowing through the street.

Chen Yuan pushed open the antique-style carved wooden door of the teahouse.

He was carrying a kraft paper bag with a subtle pattern printed on it.

The paper bag contained two freshly packaged cans of premium tea.

There was also a cup of freshly brewed, piping hot tea.

Hot air escaped from the paper cup through its vents.

I just stepped down the bluestone steps of the teahouse.

A cloying, pungent smell of cheap perfume forcefully assaulted his nostrils.

The smell was so strong it was almost overwhelming, and it made my head ache.

"Oh, Chen Yuan! What a coincidence to run into you here!"

A affected, coquettish cry rang out from below the steps.

Accompanied by the rapid clicking sound of high heels on the stone slabs.

Chen Yuan stopped and looked over coldly.

Zhao Ya was wearing a tight-fitting halter dress with very little fabric.

The neckline was so low it almost reached her belly button.

Large swaths of pale skin were exposed in the cold wind of early spring.

It was so cold that it gave me a fine layer of goosebumps.

She was completely unaware and kept squeezing her shoulders in.

She was trying to create an eye-catching cleavage.

Ever since learning that the Lin family had gone bankrupt and that Chen Yuan had made a public appearance at the vegetable market in a supercar worth over 100 million yuan.

These past few days, Zhao Ya has been frantically searching for Chen Yuan's whereabouts.

Today I finally got the cat to sit in front of this upscale teahouse.

This is a billionaire who could easily buy half of Jianghai City.

As long as I can get into his bed.

I will be able to keep Lin Qinghan under my feet for the rest of my life.

"It's been so long since I've seen you, you're even more handsome than before."

Zhao Ya swayed her slender waist and deliberately took small, quick steps as she approached.

She pressed her body against Chen Yuan's arm, the one holding the paper bag, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Those eyes, heavily made up with eyeshadow, stared intently at Chen Yuan's cold, handsome profile.

His eyes were filled with undisguised greed and craving.

Chen Yuan took a half step to the side.

The leather shoes carved a cold, hard line on the bluestone slab.

He just barely avoided her body coming close to his.

"Get out of here."

The temperature was just two words, without even a punctuation mark.

Zhao Ya missed her target and staggered.

She didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Instead, she covered her mouth and let out a sweet, coquettish laugh.

"Brother Chen, are you still upset about that stupid woman, Lin Qinghan?"

She emphasized the words "stupid woman" very much.

She was eager to stab her former best friend in the back in front of her ex-fiancé.

"Actually, I figured it out a long time ago."

"Lin Qinghan is an ungrateful wretch."

"You poured your heart out to her, and she actually went and threw herself at that good-for-nothing Gu Ziang who owes money to loan sharks."

"Now that the Lin family's property has been seized, she's left homeless; she deserves it!"

While cursing, Zhao Ya observed Chen Yuan's expression.

He thought these words would resonate with Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan had one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers.

Looking down at the flirtatious woman in front of him.

His gaze was as if he were looking at the stinking mud churning in a sewer.

He didn't interrupt.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Ya thought she had guessed what he was thinking.

His courage grew instantly.

She bit her lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick.

Extend a finger with red nail polish.

She wanted to hook the buttons on Chen Yuan's suit jacket.

"Brother Chen, that blockhead Lin Qinghan, how would she know how to please a man?"

She lowered her voice even further, conveying a blatant implication.

"She must be as boring as a dead fish in bed."

"I'm different."

"As long as you're willing to give me a chance."

"I promise I'll show you what a real woman is like."

"I am more sensible than her, more obedient than her, and better at pleasing people than her."

After saying that, she even deliberately stood on her tiptoes.

She brazenly displayed her bare chest to Chen Yuan's gaze.

This shameless, sycophantic attitude is disgusting and makes one want to vomit.

Back in the Lin family, Zhao Ya often encouraged Lin Qinghan to attend various gatherings of rich second-generation kids.

He was full of snobbishness and made sarcastic remarks about Chen Yuan.

The Lin family has now fallen.

She can turn around and trample her best friend into the mud, while the friend wags her tail and begs to be taken care of.

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

His large, well-defined hands steadily held the freshly packaged cup of piping hot tea.

The outer wall of the paper cup was incredibly hot, and steam was still seeping out through the vent.

"You know better than her how to please a man?"

Chen Yuan finally spoke.

His voice was deep and cold.

Zhao Ya's eyes lit up.

Thinking that his seduction had worked, he nodded frantically.

The foundation on her face kept falling off in a flurry.

"Yeah, Brother Chen, just say the word and tonight is yours."

"Any hotel is fine with me, I'm available anytime..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Yuan's wrist, gripping the paper cup.

It flipped ninety degrees without warning.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or slackness.

There weren't even any extra warnings.

Whoosh!

The scalding hot tea broke through the plastic lid of the paper cup.

It transformed into a yellow water column emitting white smoke.

It poured down head-on.

It splashed solidly onto Zhao Ya's deliberately exposed chest.

The boiling water that had just been steeped was frighteningly hot.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream instantly cut through the street outside the teahouse.

The flight startled several gray pigeons that had been perched on the eaves.

The scalding hot tea soaked through the thin sundress.

It was pressed tightly against her skin.

The delicate skin was instantly scalded, turning a large patch of bright red.

Zhao Ya was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed violently.

He jumped up and down frantically on the spot, as if he had been electrocuted.

He wanted to cover his chest with both hands, but was afraid of touching the burned skin.

It could only hover in mid-air and wave wildly.

"It's hot! It's burning me!"

Her face was covered in tears and snot, and her carefully drawn eyeliner was smudged into two dark circles.

She looked as disheveled as a crazy woman on the street.

The shrill cry drew the attention of passersby.

Everyone stopped and pointed at this place.

The greeters in the teahouse were also startled and peeked out to check.

Chen Yuan stood still.

He was holding the deflated, empty paper cup in his hand.

Just toss it around.

The paper cup traced a parabola.

It landed precisely in the recycling bin two meters away.

He looked down at Zhao Ya, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

Aside from the indifference towards the garbage, there was not a trace of other emotion in his eyes.

There was no tenderness or pity for the beautiful.

The most direct way to deal with a woman with ulterior motives is to physically slap her in the face.

"What...what are you doing!"

Zhao Ya was in so much pain that her teeth were chattering.

He gasped for breath and stared at Chen Yuan in disbelief.

"I came to you out of kindness, and you actually splashed boiling water on me!"

The burning, stinging pain in her skin made it difficult for her to even stand.

He knelt down on the bluestone slab with a thud.

The slender high heels snapped at the heel.

Chen Yuan put one hand into his suit trouser pocket.

In his other hand he was carrying a brown paper bag containing tea.

The leather shoes made a dull thud as they stepped on the bluestone slabs.

He took long strides.

He simply stepped over Zhao Ya, who was blocking the road.

The soles of her shoes didn't even touch the hem of her skirt.

It was like stepping over a pool of foul-smelling sewage.

A cold wind blew across the street corner.

I rolled up a withered, yellow leaf.

It landed on Zhao Ya's shoulder, which was red from the burn.

There was no stopping, nor turning back.

His tall, upright figure blended into the flow of people on the street.

All that remained was a chilling judgment.

The chill lingered in the early spring wind.

Zhao Ya screamed and jumped up from the heat, but Chen Yuan stepped over her as if she were a pile of garbage: "You and her are a bunch of filthy things, you make me feel nauseous just like her."