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

That bright red official seal for the household registration transfer was like a red-hot branding iron, burning firmly onto Lin Qinghan's retina.

The strength in his legs was instantly drained.

Her knees buckled, and she slumped heavily into the cold leather boss's chair.

The acid churning in her stomach rushed to her throat, forcing her to cover her mouth tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

boom!

The frosted glass door to the CEO's office was violently kicked open from the outside.

The door frame trembled violently, and the glass emitted a piercing wail as if it were about to shatter.

Several men in suits, their clothes damp and chilly from the early spring rain, stormed in, their faces contorted with rage.

The leader, Mr. Wang, slammed several heavy investment contracts onto his desk.

The sharp edge of the paper cut the skin on the back of Lin Qinghan's hand, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Lin Qinghan! You'd better explain to me clearly why all the data ports across the entire Lin Group have become dead links!"

Mr. Wang's saliva almost sprayed onto her face, and the veins on her forehead throbbed.

"Every minute that the system is paralyzed means a drain on our investors' hard-earned money!"

Mr. Li, who was standing next to him, also slammed his hand on the table, causing the lid of the coffee cup on the table to roll off and shatter.

"If the system isn't fixed today, we'll withdraw our investment immediately! We'll delist your lousy company!"

The interrogation was like a series of violent thunderclaps, exploding wildly in Lin Qinghan's mind.

Just at this critical moment, an extremely incongruous sound of canes tapping echoed down the corridor.

Thump, thump, thump.

Gu Ziang limped into the office.

His right ankle was wrapped in an exaggeratedly thick bandage, and he was carrying a luxury paper bag that had been soaked by the rain.

"Qinghan! It's raining so hard outside, and the food at the hospital is awful, so I came all the way here to see you."

Gu Ziang pouted, looking aggrieved, completely ignoring the tense and deathly silence in the office.

He tossed the paper bag onto the leather sofa and plopped down naturally.

"Oh right, what about those collaboration sneakers you promised to buy me last week? Today's the last day for the limited edition!"

Lin Qinghan's unfocused pupils slowly focused, staring intently at the man's face.

The overhead incandescent light shone on Gu Ziang's delicate face, which was covered in sunscreen, giving it a foolish and comical appearance.

She used to think that this was a sense of youthfulness, a vulnerability that needed to be protected.

But now.

Her company is teetering on the brink of collapse, burning like a precipice.

And this man was actually acting coquettishly over a pair of worn-out shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan?

"Where did this idiot come from? Mr. Lin, has your company been turned into a daycare center?!"

Mr. Wang was so angry at Gu Zi'ang's words that his voice trembled. He pointed to the door and roared, "Get out!"

Gu Zi'ang was usually spoiled by Lin Qinghan, and had never suffered such grievances before.

He immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, throwing his cane aside.

His ankle, which was originally "severely injured," was now flexibly supporting his weight.

"Who do you think you are, daring to yell like that in this shabby office?"

Gu Zi'ang pointed at President Wang's nose, his face full of disdain as he loudly mocked him.

"Our company is about to go public, do you think we need your pittance? If anyone should get out, it's you!"

Dead silence.

The entire office fell into a terrifyingly cold state.

Mr. Wang was so angry that he laughed and said "good" three times.

Looking at Gu Ziang's foolish act of taking advantage of others, Lin Qinghan felt a violent spasm in her stomach.

For the first time, she felt that this face was utterly repulsive.

If it were Chen Yuan standing here today...

Chen Yuan would not utter a single word of nonsense. He would immediately sit down in front of the malfunctioning computer and patch all the vulnerabilities with lightning speed.

He will be like a towering mountain, shielding her from all storms.

but.

Chen Yuan was driven away by her own hands.

At this moment.

At Cloud Top Manor, dozens of kilometers away from the Lin Group Building, the sunlight pierced right through the thick clouds.

On the mahogany coffee table in front of the French windows sits a cup of freshly brewed Geisha coffee.

A faint fruity aroma mingled with the warmth of the steam, rising gently in the quiet butler's lounge.

Chen Yuan slumped lazily into the soft sofa.

With her well-defined fingers, she picked up the bone china coffee cup and leisurely took a sip.

The pale blue light from the computer screen illuminated his relaxed expression.

In the center of the screen, the stock called "Green Vine Pharmaceuticals" was stretching out a steep red line.

It was immediately and forcefully locked at the daily limit.

The funds tied up at the top of the buy list amounted to over a billion yuan, resembling an impregnable Great Wall of Steel.

The total assets in the account have more than doubled to a considerable amount in just a few hours.

Chen Yuan put down his coffee cup and casually tapped his thigh with his fingertips.

Inside the shirt on the chest, the Centurion black card with the PIN sticky note was exuding a warm, smooth feel.

The feeling of being able to plunder wealth madly without being disturbed by anyone, simply by relying on information asymmetry, is simply wonderful.

Compared to working like a slave at the Lin family's house, staying up all night writing code, this place is simply a paradise of paid vacation.

Ding.

The phone screen lit up, displaying a financial news flash from Jianghai City.

"The Lin Group is suspected of being hacked, with its core data completely paralyzed, and several major shareholders intend to withdraw their investment collectively."

Looking at the Lin Group building in the accompanying picture, which was completely blocked by reporters.

A cold snort escaped Chen Yuan's throat.

His firewall is gone.

That mess, riddled with flaws, couldn't even last an afternoon.

He turned off the screen and placed the phone face down on the table.

The warm sunlight streaming through the window fell gently on his shoulders.

I still need to prepare dinner for that socially anxious sugar daddy tonight.

Since she likes sweet and sour flavors so much, why not make a squirrel-shaped mandarin fish dish that tests knife skills and cooking time?

After all, that little gesture of passing the card through the crack in the door was just too adorable.

The scene abruptly cuts back to the cold, dimly lit Lin's Building.

Gu Zi'ang was still oblivious to his own mortality, pointing his finger at the investors and shouting.

"Where's security! Qinghan, quickly tell security to throw these poor bastards out!"

"Shut up!"

A hoarse, broken roar tore out from Lin Qinghan's throat.

She suddenly grabbed the metal paperweight from the table and slammed it down at Gu Ziang's feet.

Click.

A glaring white crater was smashed into the marble floor tile, and gravel flew everywhere.

Gu Ziang shuddered in fright and stared at Lin Qinghan in disbelief.

"Qinghan...you...you're being mean to me?"

His eyes welled up with tears of grievance, and he tried to get away with it by feigning helplessness, just like he always did.

"I'm just standing up for you, why are you yelling at me for the sake of a few outsiders?"

Looking at his foolish appearance, so preoccupied with his own grievances and completely unaware of the impending disaster.

Lin Qinghan felt as if her eyes had been eaten by dogs over the past five years.

It's all for such a good-for-nothing idiot.

On the very day she got her marriage certificate, she abandoned the man who could have solved all her problems.

Extreme regret, like a rough, rusty wire, tightly constricted her heart.

She was in so much pain that she didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

"roll……"

Lin Qinghan leaned weakly against the edge of the desk, her fingernails leaving harsh scratches on the mahogany surface.

"Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!"

Gu Ziang's face turned pale and then red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Lin Qinghan, you'll regret this! Let me tell you, without me, you are nothing!"

He hurled a vicious remark and scrambled out of the office.

Even his crutch, which he used to pretend to be crippled, was left on the ground.

It's ironic that he "twisted his ankle".

The office was filled with a stifling, deathly silence, broken only by the sound of rapid breathing.

Lin Qinghan raised her bloodless face and looked with difficulty at the investors in front of her.

"Mr. Wang... give me one more day."

Her voice was hoarse, filled with an unprecedented humility and pleading.

"I will definitely find Chen Yuan, and the system will definitely be restored..."

However, patience is always a scarce and consumable commodity.

Mr. Wang looked at the mess on the floor and the red gibberish still flashing wildly on the screen.

His patience had reached a dangerous breaking point.

The largest investor slammed his hand on the table: "Lin Qinghan, if the system isn't restored by 8 AM tomorrow, you can prepare for bankruptcy liquidation!"