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

The report slipped from Lin Qinghan's trembling fingers. She clutched her hair tightly, letting out a heart-wrenching scream: "It was him... he wrote it all! I actually drove away a god with my own hands!"

The piercing scream pierced through the soundproof door of the single-person hospital room.

The nurse in the corridor heard the noise and pushed open the door to enter.

Lin Qinghan suddenly struggled to get up from the hospital bed.

The IV tubing on the back of his hand was violently torn off.

The stainless steel needle pierced through the flesh, drawing out a long string of bright red blood.

Blood dripped onto the snow-white sheets.

She seemed not to feel any pain.

Barefoot with two bruised feet, he shoved aside the nurse blocking his way.

He rushed out of the room, which smelled of Lysol, like a madman.

Just before Zhang Wei left after putting down the report, he received a phone call.

She heard it clearly: the Star Ventures convoy stopped at the Henglong Plaza, a top luxury shopping mall in Jianghai City.

Chen Yuan is there.

She had to see him, even if it meant kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him.

As long as I can win this man back, as long as I can get him to give me even a tiny bit of code.

The Lin family can then rise from the ashes.

The streets in the city center were scorching hot from the midday sun.

Lin Qinghan, dressed in a thin striped hospital gown, stumbled through the traffic.

The sound of car horns mingled with the driver's curses.

She ignored him.

The blisters on the soles of my feet burst and scabbed over, only to be rubbed raw and bloody by the rough asphalt road.

With each step he took, he left a faint, bloody footprint on the ground.

The cramping in my stomach felt like a serrated blade, tearing at my nerves.

She could only hunch over and press her hands tightly against her abdomen.

Sweat blurred my vision.

Half an hour later.

The most upscale Hang Lung Plaza in Jianghai City comes into view.

The all-glass curtain wall reflects a cold, expensive luster under the sunlight.

Four security guards wearing white gloves stood at the entrance.

Lin Qinghan dared not use the main entrance.

With her covered in blood and grime, she wouldn't even be able to climb the steps and would be thrown back onto the street.

She was like a sewer rat hiding from the light.

We walked along the outer wall and around to the outside of the panoramic glass curtain wall on the side of the mall.

He hid himself in the shadow of a huge marble column.

Cold air seeped out through the cracks in the glass and blew onto her sweat-soaked back.

She was so cold that her teeth were chattering.

She pressed her dusty face against the cold glass.

A pair of bloodshot eyes searched intently for the figure inside the arena.

The lounge area of ​​the high-end shopping mall is covered with thick, handmade wool carpets.

Sudden.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she even paused for a moment.

The gaze travels through the transparent glass.

That tall and upright figure stood in the rest area less than ten meters away from her.

Chen Yuan was wearing a perfectly tailored dark haute couture shirt.

The sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing strong, smooth muscle lines.

She was carrying seven or eight shopping bags printed with the logos of top luxury brands.

The man who used to only carry plastic bags at the market.

Standing there now, he exudes an air of noble dignity that makes him unapproachable.

On the velvet lounge chair in front of him.

A girl wearing a black lace veil was sitting there.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a French retro-style long dress.

Holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice that was still steaming cold.

The atmosphere between the two exuded a sense of tranquility that no one else could intrude upon.

Shen Wanzhou bit her straw and glanced down at her feet.

The laces on those flat shoes, studded with rhinestones, had come undone.

Two white ribbons drooped limply across the wool carpet.

She shifted her toes, just about to bend down to tie it.

"Don't move."

Chen Yuan's voice came through the glass, but it was indistinct.

But his action was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Lin Qinghan's retina.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the shopping bags, worth millions, aside.

His tall body leaned forward.

That straight, long leg took half a step forward.

Under the astonished gazes of countless sales assistants and passersby.

He naturally knelt down on one knee in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Without the slightest hesitation, nor the slightest sense of loss of face.

A large, well-defined hand reached out.

He gently lifted the girl's slender, fair ankles.

He placed his foot, whose shoelace had come undone, steadily on his knee.

Shen Wanzhou was startled.

The hand holding the juice glass suddenly trembled.

The straw slipped from her mouth, and a blush instantly spread from her ears to the depths of her neck.

She instinctively wanted to shrink back.

"So many people are watching..."

Her soft, sweet voice betrayed her barely concealed panic.

Chen Yuan tightened his grip on her ankle slightly.

The warmth of my palm was transmitted through the thin skin.

"Step carefully, or you'll trip."

He kept his head down.

The coldness in his eyes was replaced by an irrepressible tenderness.

Long, slender fingers moved nimbly among the white ribbons.

Tie the loose shoelaces little by little into a pretty bow.

They even patted the shoe surface lightly twice.

His movements were as practiced as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Shen Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled wildly.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tiny, sparkling tears.

She secretly raised her eyes and looked at the man kneeling in front of her.

That was the first time she had ever felt treated like a princess, cherished and pampered.

Before meeting Chen Yuan.

She was like an expensive tool for the Shen family, locked up in a manor that resembled a living dead tomb.

Now, this man not only gives her a sense of security.

He was even willing to lower his proud head in public.

She was completely oblivious to the envious stares around her.

The whole world consisted only of his lowered eyes and the hands that were tying her shoelaces.

Outside the glass curtain wall.

Lin Qinghan covered her mouth tightly.

A whimper, like that of a trapped beast, escaped from its throat.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

Salty tears flowed into the wound at the corner of my mouth, causing excruciating pain.

This scene was even more cruel than cutting her flesh off piece by piece with a knife.

once.

These hands with distinct knuckles bring out a bowl of perfectly warm medicinal food every morning.

These same legs had also knelt beside her bedside to massage her acupoints when she was writhing in stomach pain.

Over the past five years, Chen Yuan's bowing of his head has been seen by her as a matter of course and a sign of humility.

She never looked directly at the man who knelt down to change her shoes.

What did she do back then?

She disliked the smell of scallion oil on him.

She disliked him because he was a useless man who only knew how to stay in the kitchen.

She trampled on his dignity and even abandoned him on the day they got their marriage certificate to go find another man.

Now, she finally knows.

He is not a useless piece of trash; he is a business god who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

But this god.

He gave all his tenderness, favoritism, and humility to another woman.

He kept all his ruthlessness and coldness to himself.

This immense sense of disparity felt like a thousand needles simultaneously piercing the brain.

Lin Qinghan's legs completely lost their support.

I slid down the cold marble column and sat down on the ground.

The hospital gown was covered in dust.

Blood was drawn from the ground by his ten fingers.

The sweet scene inside continues.

Chen Yuan tied his shoelaces and stood up.

He took the juice glass from Shen Wanzhou's hand and held it for her.

Then he naturally took her soft, white hand in his.

The two walked side by side toward the top luxury section deep inside the mall.

From beginning to end.

Chen Yuan didn't even glance out the glass window.

It was as if the outside world was just a desolate wasteland.

Lin Qinghan scrambled to her feet and tried to bang on the glass.

I wanted to shout his name out loud.

But all that could be heard from his throat was a hissing, leaky sound.

Even if she screamed until her throat was hoarse, she still couldn't get over the three-meter-thick glass curtain wall.

Inside the glass walls lies a warm and luxurious world.

Outside the glass wall, she was a laughingstock, a homeless woman.

Chen Yuan's figure grew farther and farther away.

With each step Lin Qinghan took, it felt as if a piece of her heart was being torn apart.

If she hadn't been so vain back then.

If only she had given Chen Yuan even one more smile.

The person he's holding hands with today is Lin Qinghan.

My back was soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Qinghan raised her hand, trembling.

She hated herself for being so blind back then, for mistaking a max-level expert for a fool.

She hated herself even more for not realizing how good this man was until she had nothing left.

The heartbeat became erratic.

With each pulse, blood seeps out.

She huddled in the shadow of the marble column, like a stray dog ​​abandoned by the whole world.

Lin Qinghan hid behind the cold pillar, biting her hand until it bled, tears mingling with blood as they fell to the ground: "Chen Yuan... that position should have been mine..."