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

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.

The cold rain finally stopped.

The mornings in Jianghai City are chilly and damp.

Large wisps of white fog enveloped the empty streets.

Several early birds landed on the telephone poles, chirping sweetly.

A sanitation worker slowly pushed a yellow garbage cart from the street corner.

The bamboo broom swept across the asphalt road.

It emitted a grating, piercing sound, breaking the deathly silence of the early morning.

"Oh dear, what's that beggar lying here?"

The sanitation worker wearing a reflective vest stopped in her tracks.

He poked at the clump of mud on the ground with the broom handle.

Lin Qinghan's eyes were tightly closed, and her lips were frozen purple.

His pale cheeks were covered in black sludge.

My whole body was burning hot, like a furnace.

The temperature on his forehead was so high that it could burn your hand even through the mud and water.

The scene cuts to a cheap clinic in an urban village.

The air was mixed with substandard disinfectant.

It was also mixed with the sour stench of sewage.

Large patches of white plaster were peeling off the corner of the wall.

The rusty ceiling fan creaked and groaned overhead.

He let out a groan of unbearable burden.

Lin Qinghan lay on a folding bed with collapsed springs.

There was a yellowed sheet under her.

A cold IV needle was stuck in the back of my hand.

The medicine flowed down the transparent tube.

Drops fell down, chillingly cold.

The high fever turned her brain into a murky mess.

My eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn't open them no matter what I did.

My throat felt as dry as if I had swallowed a handful of coarse sandpaper.

"That'll be 68.5 yuan in total. Scan the code or pay in cash?"

A middle-aged nurse in a pilling white coat is holding a payment slip.

He impatiently tapped the rusty iron frame of the bedside with the pen handle.

The clanging of metal pierced Lin Qinghan's eardrums.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

My vision was blurred by physiological tears.

"I...I have no money..."

The dry, chapped lips were torn open.

A little bit of salty blood seeped out and trickled down the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

The nurse's face immediately fell.

Those harsh, triangular eyes drooped downwards.

"No money? Why are you even here if you have no money!"

Rough hands yanked the IV tube hanging in mid-air.

stab.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the IV needle out of Lin Qinghan's hand.

The action was rough; they didn't even provide a cotton swab to apply pressure and stop the bleeding.

Crimson blood gushed out instantly.

The blood dripped down the pale back of his hand onto the yellowed sheets, spreading into a patch of bloodstains.

"Get out! Don't occupy my bed and interfere with your business!"

The nurse grabbed Lin Qinghan's arm as if she were a plague carrier.

They simply pulled her off the folding bed.

They pushed and shoved their way to the clinic's entrance.

boom.

The roller shutter slammed down behind her, sending down a layer of white dust.

Lin Qinghan's legs went weak.

I slid down the mottled exterior wall and sat on the cold cement steps.

The cold morning wind blew into the thin fabric of the hospital gown.

She was so cold that chills ran through her bones.

My upper and lower teeth kept clashing together uncontrollably, making a soft, rustling sound.

The cramping pain in my stomach struck again.

It was like a rusty, serrated sheet of iron cutting through flesh and blood.

She could only tightly wrap her arms around her stomach.

He buried his face deep in his knees.

Hot tears fell onto the rough cement floor.

It left behind rings of dark watermarks.

before.

As long as she has even the slightest headache or fever.

Chen Yuan would then stop all his coding work.

He stayed by her bedside all night long, never leaving her side.

A warm towel was used to wipe her forehead and palms again and again.

Those bloodshot eyes.

It was filled with unbearable worry and heartache.

There's always a bowl of light and soft white porridge warming in the pot in the kitchen.

As long as she frowns.

The man would immediately kneel down on one knee by the bed.

Gently massage the acupoints on her tiger's mouth and stomach.

At that time, she felt that all of this was perfectly reasonable.

They even thought he was making a fuss over nothing.

Frustrated, she knocked over the hot water he had brought her.

Steaming hot water spilled all over the ground.

The burn directly scalded the back of Chen Yuan's hand, causing blisters to form.

Chen Yuan didn't say anything.

He simply squatted silently on the ground, cleaning up the shards of glass with his bare hands.

That ridiculous sense of superiority.

She pushed the man who treated her like his whole world further and further away.

Even on the day they got their marriage certificate.

They left him all alone at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

just now.

Retribution has finally come.

She had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius and was curled up alone on the steps of the urban village.

They can't even afford an IV drip that costs a few dozen yuan.

Like a bag of garbage swept out the door, it is trampled on and insulted by everyone.

My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a pair of thorny hands.

With each beat, blood seeped out.

Breathing became labored and short.

A broken, whitish sound came from his throat.

Regret was like a slow poison, slowly corroding her body.

Lin Qinghan leaned against the mud-covered wall and slowly stood up.

My vision blurred in waves.

The world spun around.

She dragged her heavy, leaden legs.

Wandering aimlessly through the bustling streets.

The traffic roared past.

The dust that rose up hit her face.

The breakfast stalls by the roadside were steaming with white vapor.

The aroma of the meat buns wafted straight into my nose.

The shrunken stomach, due to extreme hunger, emitted an embarrassing protest.

Passersby covered their noses and avoided her.

That kind of look that you want to avoid.

It cuts flesh even more sharply than the sharpest knife.

Ding dong.

The old cell phone with a cracked screen in my pocket.

A sudden notification sound was emitted.

A faint vibration spread along my thigh.

Lin Qinghan mechanically took out her phone.

My fingers were shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone.

The screen lights up.

The cold, white light shone on her withered face.

It was a system message from the court's liquidation team.

She squinted her bloodshot, swollen eyes.

They struggled to decipher the words on it.

"The acquisition of all bankrupt assets and debts of the Lin Group was completed at 8:00 a.m. today."

The Lin family is completely gone.

Even the last bit of scraps were bought up.

The parents' last hope was also cruelly extinguished.

Lin Qinghan's breath hitched for a second.

Her fingers trembled.

Numbly swiping down the screen.

The cold screen was filled with shocking liquidation data.

Their attention finally settled on the name of the acquiring party.

I only glanced at it.

Her pupils contracted to their maximum size instantly.

My mind went blank.

It was as if explosives had detonated simultaneously, shattering the last vestiges of reason.

That name.

That investment myth that stirred up a bloodbath in Jianghai City.

At this moment, it transforms into a bloodstained dagger.

It pierced her retina.

She recalled that day outside the venture capital building.

The profile of the man sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, his eyes as cold as ice.

It turns out that everything was premeditated.

Lin Qinghan stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar name of the acquirer on the text message, her legs giving way as she collapsed onto the street: "Starry Sky Ventures...that's Chen Yuan's company!"