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

Gu Zi'ang pressed the rusty knife firmly against Lin Qinghan's face.

His smile was twisted like that of a vengeful demon: "Since you have no money, then come to hell with me!"

Waaah—waaah—!

The sharp sound of police sirens suddenly tore through the rain curtain above the alley.

The blinding red and blue flashing lights instantly illuminated the dead-end alleyway piled with garbage.

Gu Ziang suddenly jerked his wrist.

The knife clattered onto the bluestone slab.

The madness in his eyes was instantly replaced by fear, and he scrambled and crawled towards the wall.

"Police! Don't move!"

Several beams of bright flashlight shone directly into his face, blinding him.

Several fully armed police officers rushed forward.

A clean and swift takedown pinned him firmly to the muddy, sewage-filled ground.

The cold handcuffs clicked shut.

Lin Qinghan slumped down in the mud pit.

The blade left a thin line of blood on her cheek.

She didn't cry, nor did she feel any relief at surviving the ordeal.

Empty pupils stared intently at the sewage on the ground.

It was as if his soul and spirit had been ripped from his body.

The greatest sorrow is a broken heart; her world had long since collapsed without a trace.

The morning sun pierced through the thick clouds.

The golden sunlight shines on the French-style floor-to-ceiling windows of Genting Manor.

The butler suite is located on the first floor of the main building.

Chen Yuan, who always gets up at six o'clock in the morning, is still leaning against the headboard of the leather bed.

"Cough, cough cough."

Two low coughs broke the silence of the room.

I spent half the night on the balcony in the cold wind and caught a chill.

It felt like there was a dry leaf stuck in my throat, with a slight stinging sensation.

He rubbed his temples and glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:30.

At this time of day, the breakfast prepared for the upstairs boss should have already been served.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

Shen Wanzhou, wearing a fluffy peach-colored pajama set, pushed open the door barefoot.

The insulated cabinet at the end of the corridor was completely empty.

There was no steaming porcelain bowl, nor the sticky note with the dish names written on it.

She paused for a moment, a hint of panic flashing in her peach blossom eyes.

My steps quickened involuntarily.

I jogged down the spiral staircase.

It stopped outside the butler's suite.

The door wasn't closed properly.

A muffled cough drifted into her ears through the crack in the door.

Shen Wanzhou's finger froze in mid-air.

The action of preparing to push the door shut stopped.

Is he sick?

A subtle, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me, as if I had been gently pinched by an invisible hand.

The man who cooked different dishes for her every day, who stood in her way like a mountain.

It turns out they can get sick too.

She bit her full lower lip and quietly withdrew her hand.

She turned and tiptoed toward the kitchen.

He usually takes care of himself.

Today, she also wanted to do something for him.

Even if it's just a bowl of hot soup noodles.

Push open the semi-transparent glass door.

The luxurious kitchen, spanning over 100 square meters, was like a maze to Shen Wanzhou.

She imitated Chen Yuan's usual manner and found a clean black apron.

The apron straps are too long.

She wrapped it around her waist twice and tied a knot that couldn't be tied back.

I opened the double-door refrigerator and took out a handful of thin noodles and two scallions.

The first step is to chop the scallions.

Shen Wanzhou gripped the chef's knife, which was far too heavy for her, with both hands.

The knife blade made an irregular cracking sound as it cut into the scallion segments.

The cut scallion segments varied in length, and some even still had muddy roots attached.

The second step is to heat the oil.

She tapped on the smart panel of the high-tech gas stove.

He randomly pressed the button for maximum firepower.

A bright blue flame suddenly shot up, licking the bottom of the frying pan.

Based on her memory, she poured in about half a bowl of soybean oil.

The oil temperature rose rapidly, and wisps of white smoke began to rise from the pot.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed hard, grabbed a handful of scallion segments, closed her eyes, and threw them into the pot.

Sizzle—!

When scalding hot oil meets cold steam, it bursts out like a bomb.

"ah!"

She was so startled that she took two steps back, and a drop of hot oil splashed onto the back of her hand.

A small red dot was burned out.

The scallion segments dehydrate rapidly under high temperatures.

The original emerald green color turned charred black in the blink of an eye.

A pungent, burnt smell began to spread through the kitchen.

Shen Wanzhou panicked and hurriedly grabbed the cold water jug ​​next to her.

Without thinking, he poured half a pot of cold water directly into the boiling oil.

boom!

The water and oil mixed together, bursting into a water column half a meter high and thick white steam.

She was so frightened that she squatted on the ground, covering her ears tightly with her hands.

Finally, the commotion in the pot subsided.

Shen Wanzhou stood up and looked at the murky soup in the pot, which was covered with black charcoal.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and throw the thin noodles in.

The noodles didn't separate; they clumped together into a hard, unformed lump.

She wanted to find some flour to thicken the sauce and cover up the burnt smell.

I tiptoed to reach the flour jar on top of the cupboard.

My fingertips just touched the edge of the glass jar.

My wrist slipped.

Splash!

The jar full of flour tilted down.

The snow-white flour was poured over them like a waterfall.

"Ahem!"

Shen Wanzhou choked and coughed repeatedly.

Her jet-black hair and peach-colored pajamas were covered in white powder.

Even her long eyelashes were covered with two layers of white frost.

A large patch of it was stuck to the tip of his nose.

It looked just like a little white flour kitten that had fallen into a flour jar.

The water in the pot has boiled away.

The noodles stuck to the bottom of the pot, making a sizzling, burning sound.

Thick black smoke billowed out from the gaps in the range hood.

Shen Wanzhou held a spatula in one hand and used the back of her hand to wipe the flour off her face.

The more she applied the smear, the more messy it became, turning her entire face into a big, smeared mess.

She looked at the appalling black clump of batter in the pot, and her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

Chen Yuan had just changed his clothes.

I could smell a burnt odor coming from the ventilation vent.

With a frown, he strode quickly toward the kitchen, following the aroma.

"Wanzhou?"

A deep voice sounded from the kitchen doorway.

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

There was also an unconcealable worry.

Shen Wanzhou's shoulders jerked violently.

Like a child caught doing something wrong.

He turned around stiffly.

Chen Yuan leaned against the glass door frame.

His deep gaze fell upon her.

Looking at this female tycoon who has a powerful influence in the business world.

At this moment, her head was covered in white frost, and there were two powder marks on her cheeks.

He was still clutching a spatula covered in black ash tightly in his hand.

The batter in the pot was emitting desperate black smoke.

The worry in Chen Yuan's eyes instantly turned into a pool of warm spring water.

His chest trembled slightly, and a low, muffled laugh rolled out of his throat.

His inflamed throat aggravated his cough, so he turned his head and coughed lightly twice.

Shen Wanzhou looked into his smiling eyes.

The pale toes curled up awkwardly inside the slippers.

A lump formed in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Frustration and heartache intertwined, causing her to bite her lower lip.

With her face covered in flour and her hand gripping the spatula tightly, Shen Wanzhou looked at the pan of burnt batter and said aggrievedly, "It looked so easy to you when you made it..."