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

As she wiped the dirty water off the floor, she looked up at the office security camera and said, "Chen Yuan, I'll prove to you that I can endure hardship, and you'll definitely look at me again."

Thirty kilometers away, Genting Manor.

The only sound in the basement study was the low hum of the computer fan.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the large gaming chair.

The black coffee in my hand had gone completely cold.

Not a trace of heat rose.

On the screen, Lin Qinghan was seen tearfully pleading her case to the surveillance camera.

It was transmitted to his eyes frame by frame by a high-definition camera.

She deliberately exposed the back of her hand, which was red, swollen, and blistered, to the camera.

Tears welled up in her eyes at just the right moment.

It carries a humble and ingratiating intent to rekindle old feelings.

Chen Yuan's gaze lingered on that pale face for less than two seconds.

His deep eyes remained completely still.

There wasn't even a hint of pleasure in mocking or retaliating.

There is only one kind of pure indifference when looking at a discarded tool.

A light tap of the fingertip on the wireless mouse.

Snapped.

The monitoring window was closed decisively.

His expressionless profile was reflected on the dark screen.

Is he trying to gain sympathy through this cheap self-inflicted suffering?

In the meat grinder of capital, even tears are paid by the piece.

He didn't even have the inclination to personally torment her.

A lump of mud that can't be plastered on a wall, only fit to struggle for survival within the lowest level of rules.

A month later.

The logistics and storage room on the second basement floor of the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

The space, which never sees sunlight, is permeated with a musty, damp smell.

Today is payday at the company.

The corridor outside the finance department was crowded with executives and white-collar workers, all with ruddy complexions.

Lin Qinghan was wearing that worn-out blue synthetic fiber workwear.

He was huddled on a folding stool in the storage room.

Over the past month.

She worked tirelessly, taking on the cleaning duties for all three floors.

In order to demonstrate sincerity in reforming himself in the surveillance footage.

She didn't even wear gloves, and used her bare hands to pick out the filth from the toilet drain.

The chilblains on the back of my hands cracked and then scabbed over.

The crevices under my fingernails were filled with black grime that I couldn't wash off.

Whenever I'm so tired I can't straighten my back, or when my stomach cramps and cramps.

She looked up at the security camera at the top of the corridor.

She imagined Chen Yuan watching her from behind the screen.

She fantasized that the man would suddenly appear in front of her out of pity.

As long as this salary is paid.

She could then go and buy some anti-inflammatory medicine for her father, whose fingers were inflamed and suppurating.

He could also buy two pounds of hot meat buns for his mother, who was so hungry she was skin and bones.

Even if it's only 2,500, it's still a form of charity from Chen Yuan to her.

It is a connection between them that has not been completely severed.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking echoed down the corridor.

Li Na, wearing red-soled shoes, pushed open the half-closed metal door of the storage room.

He was holding a few thin pay slips in his hand.

"Lin Qinghan, time to collect your salary."

Li Na's voice was filled with condescending arrogance as she tossed a note next to the sink piled high with mops.

Lin Qinghan was startled.

A glimmer of hope suddenly shot out from his empty eyes.

She ignored the soreness in her knees.

He stumbled over and picked up the thin pay slip with both hands.

Even my breathing became rapid.

However, the moment their eyes fell on the note.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

The color drained completely from his face.

Base salary: 2500.

Deduction details:

Water stains were left in the cleaning area three times, resulting in a fine of 600 yuan.

Stepping into the meeting room with the left foot first violates dress code regulations and will result in a fine of 200 yuan.

Being one minute late for the morning meeting will result in a fine of 500 yuan.

A company ashtray in a public area was broken; the company must pay 400 yuan in compensation.

Actual amount paid: 800 yuan.

These cold, hard numbers are like a heavy hammer.

It shattered all her fantasies and self-pity that she had accumulated over the past month.

Eight hundred yuan?

In Jianghai City, where land is incredibly valuable.

Eight hundred yuan isn't even enough to feed the Lin family of three for a week with simple meals.

Not to mention the expensive, highly effective anti-inflammatory drugs I had to buy for my father.

"Manager Li... this... this isn't right..."

Lin Qinghan gripped the pay slip tightly with both hands, her fingernails almost tearing the paper.

"I work a full twelve hours every day, and I don't even have time to eat lunch."

"That ashtray broke because someone bumped into me, and I was late because the elevator was broken..."

Her eyes were red, and her voice was filled with desperate sobs.

"Does Chen Yuan know? Does he know how hard I'm working?"

"Is he testing me? Please talk to him and ask him to waive the fine, okay?"

Even at this point, she still regarded Chen Yuan as her last resort.

Li Na scoffed coldly, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

She crossed her arms and looked at the woman in front of her with disdain, who reeked of sourness.

"Lin Qinghan, are you hallucinating from cleaning these toilets?"

"What's Mr. Chen's status? He's the boss of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate!"

"His earnings in a minute are enough to buy your worthless life, why would he bother checking the security footage of a cleaner like you?"

"To tell you the truth, these tickets were automatically generated by the administration department in accordance with company rules and regulations."

"President Chen didn't even mention your name once during the meeting."

These words completely drained the last bit of strength from Lin Qinghan's spine.

There was no revenge born of love turning into hate.

There was no heart-wrenching feeling of being secretly observed.

Even those harsh and difficult demands are just part of the company's cold system.

She endured humiliation here for thirty days, scrubbing toilets with her bare hands.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, not even a punctuation mark was worth anything.

She is just a tiny, insignificant cog in this massive business machine.

They could be crushed into dust by rules and regulations at any time.

The acid in my stomach churned and surged again.

The feeling of being completely ignored was more despairing than having Gu Ziang hold a knife to her neck.

Lin Qinghan's legs went weak, and she slid down onto the cold tiles of the sink and sat on the floor.

The pay slip with 800 yuan printed on it fluttered through my fingers.

It fell into the muddy water full of dirty water.

The numbers above were soaked in sewage and became blurred.

She recalled five years ago.

Chen Yuan would spend tens of thousands of yuan every month on the money he earned from part-time coding.

It was handed over to her in every possible way.

At that time, she didn't even glance at it and casually tossed it onto the dressing table.

Now, she is kneeling at the feet of her former subordinate, begging desperately for eight hundred yuan.

But it didn't earn them a shred of pity.

Li Na turned and left in her high heels, feeling it was bad luck to even glance at her.

The metal door slammed shut.

The storage room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the faucet in the sink, which wasn't turned off properly, was still dripping water.

Lin Qinghan covered her face and buried her head deeply in her knees.

Suppressed sobs echoed in the cramped space, carrying the sound of a hysterical breakdown.

She thought it was a ruse, but it was actually just a ridiculous one-sided performance.

Looking at her payslip, which showed only 800 yuan left after deductions, Lin Qinghan completely broke down in tears: "He even felt it was pointless to torment me; he just treated me like a money-making machine..."