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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..."

The sky overhead darkened rapidly.

Large, dark clouds rolled in from the west of Jianghai City, blocking out the last rays of the glaring sunlight.

Boom!

A rumble of thunder exploded in the clouds, and large raindrops began to pelt the ground without warning.

Rainwater pounded on the scorching asphalt, sending up plumes of white smoke that smelled of earth.

Lin Qinghan slumped against the marble column, her thin hospital gown instantly soaked through with cold water.

The cold rain streamed down her hair, blurring her bloodshot eyes.

She was like a madwoman who had lost her soul.

He braced himself against the muddy ground and stood up unsteadily.

That Rolls-Royce Phantom has long since disappeared.

But the direction the convoy had left was etched into her mind.

Genting Manor.

That's where Chen Yuan lives now; it's her last lifeline.

She stepped barefoot, her feet raw and bleeding, into the puddles filled with rainwater.

With each step, the wounds on the soles of my feet were reopened by the rough stones.

The blood seeped into the mud and water, but was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

The cramps in her stomach had left her unable to straighten up.

She could only press her hands tightly against her abdomen, her back hunched, as she shuffled forward on the busy street.

Passing vehicles splashed water up to waist height, pelting her head and face.

The driver rolled down the window and started cursing, but she ignored him as if she were deaf.

A journey of thirty kilometers.

Lin Qinghan didn't know how she got to where she was.

By the time she stood before the majestic black and gold gate of Cloud Top Manor, it was completely dark.

The torrential rain poured down as if from the sky, converging on the ground into rushing mud streams.

thump.

Her legs buckled, and she knelt heavily on the hard cement road.

The kneecap slammed into the muddy water with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The motion-sensor lights at the manor gate glowed with a warm yellow light.

The light shone on her face, but it couldn't warm her lips, which were frozen and turning purple.

Lin Qinghan looked up, her gaze fixed on the red-glowing surveillance camera above the doorpost.

That was her only hope.

Rain dripped down his chin.

Her hands trembled as she hugged her shoulders tightly.

Images from the past kept flooding my mind uncontrollably.

Back in the Lin family, whenever it rained...

No matter what Chen Yuan was doing, he would always stand downstairs at the company building with a black umbrella waiting for her.

Even though half of his body was soaked by the rain.

They would also hold the umbrella steadily over her head, ensuring she didn't get a single drop of water on her.

When I get home, there's always a bowl of piping hot ginger soup in the kitchen.

Back then, Chen Yuan would use his rough but warm hands to rub her cold ankles.

But what did she do back then?

She disliked the smell of kitchen fumes on him and thought he was useless.

She kicked the basin of foot-washing water away and chased him out of the master bedroom.

Now, karma has caught up with them.

A cold wind blew in through the open collar of her hospital gown.

She was so cold that her very bones were trembling.

"Chen Yuan...look at me..."

She faced the cold, impersonal camera, letting out hoarse, broken sobs.

"I'm begging you on my knees..."

As long as he sees himself in this miserable state.

The man who always grants her every request will surely come out with an umbrella.

Take her into the warm house as before.

Lin Qinghan slammed her head heavily into the muddy water.

The mud and sand filled my mouth, making it bitter and astringent.

Inside the main building of the manor.

The thick bulletproof glass completely blocked out the howling wind and rain outside.

The open kitchen on the first floor is lit by soft overhead lights.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of milk and wheat.

Chen Yuan stood in front of the kitchen counter, wearing a dark gray set of loungewear.

The sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing the muscular lines of the arms under the light.

The enamel milk pot is placed on the gas stove.

Tiny bubbles were rising from the edge of the pure white milk.

He held a pure silver ladle in his hand, stirring it clockwise at a leisurely pace.

A few chopped dates and oats were mixed in.

It has a sweet and calming scent.

On the other side of the kitchen counter.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a plush pajama top with a peach pattern.

Barefoot, I stepped on the crossbar at the bottom of the high stool.

He was holding a huge Pikachu plush pillow.

Its head bobbed up and down, like a Persian cat taking a nap.

I heard the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the side of the pot.

She slowly opened her half-closed peach blossom eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Chen Yuan's broad back, unable to look away.

It was thundering outside, and she couldn't sleep.

She insisted on following him like a little tail, watching him cook late-night snacks.

Just stay within three steps of this man.

That familiar scent of soap could soothe all her panic.

Chen Yuan turned off the fire in the stove.

Pour the piping hot red date milk oatmeal into a small white porcelain bowl decorated with orchids.

It was placed in front of Shen Wanzhou.

"It's a little hot, blow on it before you drink it."

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying an unyielding indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently.

He held the small bowl in both hands and brought his face close to it.

Gently blow on the rising white steam.

He touched the rim of the bowl with his lips and took a small sip.

The sweet aroma spread across her tongue, and she smiled contentedly.

Chen Yuan casually picked up the high-end towel draped beside him and wiped his fingers.

My gaze casually swept over the smart central control screen embedded in the wall.

The screen was divided into several monitoring views.

One of them is directly opposite the main gate of the manor.

The high-definition night vision camera captured the scene outside the door in crystal clarity.

A woman wearing a striped hospital gown.

He was kneeling in a muddy puddle, frantically kowtowing to the camera.

Her face was covered in mud, and her hair clung to her scalp like withered grass.

Each time he kowtowed, he created a splash of muddy water in the mud.

They were so pathetic they were worse than stray dogs on the street.

Chen Yuan's gaze lingered on that image for two seconds.

His eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool that had never been disturbed for a thousand years.

There was no pleasure, no anger, and not a trace of reluctance.

It's like looking at a withered leaf that has been knocked down by the rain.

The dignity she shattered with her own hands, now being pieced back together, only evokes disgust.

He felt it was unnecessary to even spare a glance.

Chen Yuan raised his large, well-defined hand.

A light press of the main control switch at the bottom of the screen with your fingertip.

Snapped.

A slight hissing sound of the current being cut off was heard.

The large monitoring screen on the wall went black instantly.

The scene outside the manor gates was completely erased, leaving not a trace.

Hearing the noise, Shen Wanzhou looked up while holding the porcelain bowl.

There was still a drop of milky white milk stain on the corner of his mouth.

"Why is it off?"

She looked at the black screen with some confusion.

Chen Yuan turned around and naturally extended his thumb to wipe away the milk stains from the corner of her mouth.

"The security camera outside got rained on and short-circuited."

He couldn't even be bothered to come up with a decent excuse for lying.

"Go brush your teeth after you finish drinking; you have to get up early tomorrow."

Shen Wanzhou had no doubts whatsoever.

She swallowed the last bite of oatmeal in her bowl and nodded repeatedly.

As long as Chen Yuan was by her side, she wouldn't care even if the sky fell down outside.

Outside the manor gate, the rain was getting heavier.

The wind whipped up the rain, lashing at Lin Qinghan like a whip.

She knelt in the puddle.

He stared intently at the surveillance camera whose red light had completely gone out.

The last faint flame in his eyes was completely extinguished by the cold rain.

The power is out.

He simply cut off the power.

Even glancing at her felt like an insult to his screen.

Lin Qinghan opened her mouth wide, and a hissing sound came from her throat.

His chest heaved violently, but he couldn't breathe in a single drop of oxygen.

My heart felt as if it had been brutally crushed with iron clamps.

The excruciating pain spread throughout his body.

The god who once doted on her.

They really weren't going to leave her even the slightest opening.

She pressed her head firmly against the rusty iron bars.

The cold, metallic touch stung the wound on my forehead.

Rainwater filled her nasal cavity, causing her to cough violently.

My lungs ached from coughing, and I coughed up a thick phlegm mixed with blood.

The cold air had already invaded her internal organs.

My legs were numb from being soaked in the mud and water, like two heavy icicles.

The high fever caused her consciousness to begin to drift.

The black and gold gate in front of her became a double image and distorted in her vision.

In a daze, she saw Chen Yuan again.

Chen Yuan, wearing a faded white shirt, was in the kitchen making soup for her.

"Chen Yuan... I really know I was wrong..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that even she couldn't hear it.

Ten fingers slipped limply from the iron railing.

The fingernail made a screeching sound as it scratched the metal surface.

The body weight could no longer support it.

As dawn broke, Lin Qinghan, frozen numb in the mud and water, collapsed heavily into the puddles outside the manor gate, but the gate remained closed to her not even an inch.