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

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..."

In the dark and damp logistics storage room.

The sour smell of mop and disinfectant were mixed together.

With trembling hands, she pressed the chipped plastic bear keychain to her cheek.

It was as if it were the most precious life-saving medicine in the world.

The screen switches.

The winding mountain road outside Yunding Manor.

There was a heavy rain last night, and the asphalt road was still glistening with water.

The leaves of the sycamore trees along the roadside rustled in the wind.

A black, bulletproof Maybach was steadily driving up the mountain.

The spacious rear passenger compartment was comfortably warm.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in her leather seat, holding a bag of peeled roasted chestnuts in her hand.

She occasionally took out one and skillfully offered it to Chen Yuan's lips.

Chen Yuan turned his head and naturally took a bite.

His deep eyes held an unyielding warmth.

Sudden.

"squeak--!"

A screeching sound of brakes shattered the tranquility inside the carriage.

The rubber tires left two black tracks on the wet road.

Chen Yuan stretched out his long arm and steadily protected Shen Wanzhou's shoulder as she leaned forward.

"What happened?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was cold and sharp.

"Mr. Chen, someone suddenly rushed out from the green belt and stopped the car."

The driver wiped away a cold sweat, still shaken, and pointed ahead at the front of the car.

Chen Yuan raised his eyelids and looked through the windshield.

Less than half a meter from the front of the car stood a gaunt woman.

Lin Qinghan was wearing that faded blue cleaning uniform.

It was covered in mud and dust.

On his feet were a pair of old cloth shoes with worn-out edges.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was as pale as a bloodless sheet of paper.

He spread his arms wide, blocking the Maybach.

Like a madman with nowhere to turn.

I saw the car stop.

She scrambled around to the back seat window.

He pounded on the black privacy glass with both hands.

Several dirty, bloody handprints were left on the clean car window.

"Chen Yuan! I know you're in there!"

"Please see me! Just for two minutes!"

A hoarse, broken voice muffledly drifted into the carriage through the soundproof glass.

Shen Wanzhou heard this voice.

The hand holding the chestnut paused for a moment, the fingertips feeling a little cold.

She turned to look at Chen Yuan, a white mark left on her lower lip by her pearly teeth.

Chen Yuan patted the back of her hand.

The reassurance was delivered with a steady and powerful force.

Then.

His well-defined fingers pressed the window button.

The thick bulletproof glass, accompanied by a slight motor hum, slowly lowered halfway down.

A cold wind, carrying the chill of early spring, blew in.

The faint fragrance in the carriage was dissipated by the wind.

Lin Qinghan looked at that cold, handsome profile that she had been longing for day and night.

A fervent light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

She eagerly gripped the car window with both hands.

"Chen Yuan...you've finally agreed to see me..."

She cried so hard that her face was covered in a mixture of mud and tears.

"I really know I was wrong. I've been cleaning toilets on the ground floor of the company for the past month."

"They only ate one steamed bun a day and were trampled on and cursed at."

"I have already been punished; I have suffered all the hardships you endured before."

"Please forgive me, okay? The Lin family has lost everything now..."

Chen Yuan sat quietly in the car.

There was no intention to interrupt her.

His dark eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

There was neither the heartache she had hoped for, nor the mockery of someone who had finally gotten their revenge.

This indifference, as if looking at a stranger, is more suffocating than beating her up.

Lin Qinghan panicked.

With trembling hands, she pulled the cheap plastic bear keychain from her pocket.

He eagerly presented it to Chen Yuan as if it were a precious treasure.

"Look! I still kept this!"

"We bought this at a night market stall during our first year together."

"Back then, we were so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat, and you took out your last ten dollars to buy this for me."

You said that as long as you're here, you'll definitely give me a good life in the future.

"Chen Yuan, we used to love each other so much, have you forgotten all those hard days?"

She tried to use her humble past to manipulate the powerful capitalist in front of her.

He used this ten-dollar plastic trinket to exchange for his billions in assets and his soft heart.

As long as he takes it.

He just needs to look at this token of their love and sigh.

She still has a chance to turn things around.

Chen Yuan's gaze finally settled slowly on the plastic bear with a missing corner.

The paint on the pendant had long since peeled off, giving it a ridiculously cheap feel.

He didn't speak.

A large, well-defined hand reached out from the car window.

Long, slender fingers gently pinched the edge of the pendant.

Lin Qinghan's eyes lit up instantly.

His chapped lips stretched upwards with all his might, revealing a wildly joyful smile.

"Chen Yuan, I knew you still had feelings for me..."

Click.

A crisp sound of plastic breaking.

It interrupted her unfinished fantasy.

Chen Yuan suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

The firm muscle lines on the forearm instantly tightened.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The plastic bear that Lin Qinghan regarded as her last straw.

In his hands, it was directly crushed in the middle and cut in two.

The broken edge of the plastic pierced his palm, but it didn't even make him frown.

The smile on Lin Qinghan's face froze completely.

It's like a mask that's been forcibly torn apart.

Her eyes were so wide they almost bulged out of their sockets.

The blood in my body froze completely in that instant.

That was the last bit of dignity and hope she had left, the last thing she used to deceive herself.

He used the cruelest and most nonchalant method to deal with it.

He crushed it to pieces right in front of her.

Chen Yuan didn't even look at her again.

The fingers loosened.

Plastic scraps slipped through his fingers.

It fell into the murky mud on the asphalt road.

A tiny drop of dirty water splashed up.

Just like their five-year entanglement, it's all worthless.

"drive."

Chen Yuan coldly uttered two words.

The glass car window slowly rose again.

That cold, aloof profile gradually disappeared behind the dark glass.

Chen Yuan released his grip, and the plastic shards, along with Lin Qinghan's shattered heart, fell into the mud outside the car: "A broken mirror can never be mended. Take your trash and get out of here."