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

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed heavily against his forehead.

"Your medical parole is revoked, Gu Zi'ang. You're going to rot in jail for the rest of your life!"

The cold, hard voice of the special police officer echoed in the dilapidated internet cafe.

It completely extinguished that rotten person's last glimmer of hope.

The spacious reception hall on the first floor of the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

The central air conditioning was blowing a constant 24-degree Celsius cool air.

The gleaming imported marble floor tiles reflected the light from the enormous crystal chandelier overhead.

Lin Qinghan was wearing that wrinkled blue cleaning uniform.

A dirty rag that smelled of disinfectant was tied around his waist.

She was bent over, her hands gripping the heavy mop handle.

He wiped away the stains from the grout lines of the floor tiles bit by bit.

My old knee injury hasn't fully healed yet, and it hurts terribly when I kneel on the ground.

Cold sweat dripped down his dry, yellow hair.

It fell onto the floor that had just been mopped.

In the center of the hall hangs a huge high-definition LCD screen.

It's usually used to loop the business map of Star Venture Capital.

At that moment, the screen suddenly flashed.

The broadcast switched to an urgent news report about Jianghai City.

The news anchor's stern voice echoed in the lobby.

"Early this morning, police cracked a major serial fraud case."

"The suspect, Gu, is suspected of several serious crimes, including embezzlement, forgery of investment contracts, illegal fundraising, and money laundering related to gambling in Macau."

"According to the investigation, Gu repeatedly used emotional manipulation to deceive the former legal representative of the Lin Group."

"They looted assets worth tens of millions..."

The mop handle slipped from Lin Qinghan's pale fingers.

It hit the wet floor tiles with a thud.

She abruptly raised her head and stared blankly at the huge screen.

On the screen, clear transaction records are displayed.

There are also several surveillance videos showing people squandering money in VIP rooms at Macau casinos.

The man in the picture who is full of lies.

He was the white moonlight she once cherished, the one she even ran away from her wedding for.

Those investments she thought were for her musical dreams.

She thought that the money meant to save her life had been maliciously withheld by Chen Yuan.

They all turned into a pile of colorful chips on the gambling tables in Macau.

Lin Qinghan's legs felt as if all the strength had been drained from them.

With a thud, he fell straight down onto the marble floor, which was covered in soapy water.

The cold sewage soaked through the rough work pants.

A chill crept up her spine, making her shiver all over.

The cramping in my stomach felt like a rusty saw, tearing at my nerves.

She opened her mouth and gasped for breath.

But I felt like I hadn't inhaled a single bit of oxygen into my chest.

It was all a suffocating feeling of being corroded by venom.

It turns out that from the very beginning, she was a fat sheep in Gu Ziang's eyes.

That man's sweet words were just a ploy to drain the Lin family dry.

And she did it all for this blood-sucking maggot.

The man who silently shouldered all the blame for her and personally built the Lin family empire.

Treat it as a useless stumbling block and kick it away.

Memories are like the sharpest scalpel.

She peeled away the layers of self-deception she had been engaging in for the past five years.

Every time Gu Ziang makes a mess, the company's cash flow breaks down.

Chen Yuan always locked himself in his study.

I stayed up all night coding on the dark web to fill in the gaps.

Every time Gu Ziang pretended to be sick and played the victim, she would leave Chen Yuan to take care of him.

Chen Yuan never complained once.

The next morning, however, there would still be a bowl of warm stomach-protecting medicinal food on the table.

She thought it was because Chen Yuan couldn't live without her, and that it was because of Chen Yuan's cowardice and humility.

I only found out now.

That was a true dragon coiled in the clouds, showing her the most unreserved favor.

When that favoritism was shattered by her own hands.

The true dragon revealed its sharp claws and fangs; the Lin family couldn't even withstand a day's wind and rain.

In an instant, it vanished into thin air.

The poison of regret flowed through her blood, permeating every part of her body.

Her heart ached so badly it felt like it was going to burst; she bent over and buried her face in the dirty water on the floor.

"Chen Yuan... I'm sorry... I was really wrong..."

She let out a dry howl like a trapped beast.

Tears mixed with snot and dirty water, smearing my face.

This is the despair of watching helplessly as you lose your god.

That's crueler than letting her die ten thousand times.

Sudden.

She seemed to remember something.

A morbid glint suddenly appeared in his empty, lifeless eyes.

She frantically searched the pockets of the blue overalls.

My fingers were trembling so much I couldn't even open the zipper.

They scratched their fingernails so hard they broke the skin on the back of their hands, and no one even noticed the blood seeping out.

at last.

In the innermost pocket, she pulled out a small, hard object.

It was a cheap plastic bear keychain that had faded a bit.

This was more than five years ago, when she had just started dating Chen Yuan.

The two bought matching couple outfits for ten yuan at a night market stall in Jianghai City.

Back then, she disliked this thing because it wasn't presentable, and it had been gathering dust at the very bottom of her drawer.

Now, this cheap plastic pendant has become the only lifeline she can grasp in this world.

Lin Qinghan held the plastic bear in her trembling hands.

It was as if they were holding a rare treasure.

The plastic surface was already scratched, and a corner was missing from the edge.

"He kept this... He must still remember our old days..."

She was crying and laughing at the same time, her expression almost insane.

"Chen Yuan is a sentimental person. Back then, he would save up for half a month to buy me a bag."

"There must still be a place for me in his heart..."

"As long as I take this to him, as long as I'm willing to admit my mistake."

Self-indulgent fantasies became the last anesthetic for her collapsing brain.

Lin Qinghan pressed the cheap keychain tightly to her chest, tears falling onto the dirty floor: "This is our last connection. If I use this to beg him, he'll definitely soften..."