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

The fat man grinned as he watched the number of likes on his phone skyrocket, his fat jiggling with laughter: "If those bumpkins from Jianghai City knew that the person setting off the fireworks was a butler, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets."

The scene cuts away from the warm and bright top-floor office of Star Ventures.

Heading downhill, we passed through the bustling city center.

They ventured into the most remote and marginalized urban villages in Jianghai City.

The streetlights here are old and dilapidated, flickering on and off.

The air was filled with a mixture of the sour smell of sewage and the fumes of cheap fast food.

Next to the garbage transfer station at the end of the alley.

Several mountains of kitchen waste had been piled up and had not yet been cleaned up.

Flies hovered above the black puddles of sewage, making a nauseating buzzing sound.

Lin Qinghan, with his back hunched, groped around the edge of the garbage heap like a wandering ghost.

The original color of that blue cleaning uniform was no longer discernible.

It was covered in engine oil and black sludge that I don't know where it came from.

The old cloth shoes on his feet had a hole in them, revealing his toes, which were purple from the cold.

The early spring night wind swept through the alley like a blade with shards of ice.

The wind blew through her thin clothes.

She was shivering all over, and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

It made a soft, rustling sound.

Her high fever kept coming back, and her mind felt like a lump of paste that she couldn't stir.

With each step, my legs felt like they were floating on water.

Stomach cramps have become a regular occurrence for me.

For two whole days, she only drank a few sips of tap water from the roadside.

The shrunken stomach walls rubbed against each other, and the secreted gastric acid burned my esophagus with a fiery pain.

Her hands trembled as she used a broken wooden stick she had found.

They rummaged through the smelly garbage bags.

She picked out a few yellowed and rotten cabbage leaves as if they were treasures.

It was stuffed into the dirty plastic bag hanging on my wrist.

This is all the food she and her parents will have for tomorrow.

Sudden.

The sky above, which was originally pitch black, suddenly became as bright as day without warning.

The blinding blue light even penetrated the narrow alleyways of the urban village.

It illuminated those dark and damp corners clearly.

Lin Qinghan paused, her hand holding the wooden stick still.

He sluggishly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes following the light as he gazed at the night sky.

The direction of the city center.

A blue rose composed of 80,000 drones is slowly blooming in the night.

Followed by.

The points of light scattered and rearranged.

It transformed into several enormous golden characters that stretched across the sky.

Happy birthday, Wanzhou.

The brilliant golden light was reflected in Lin Qinghan's ashen pupils.

Like sharp knives that had been tempered and pierced, they went straight into her retina.

She stood blankly beside the pile of garbage.

The broken wooden stick in his hand fell into the stinking ditch with a thud.

A splash of black sewage landed on her trouser leg.

"Wanzhou..."

His chapped lips parted slightly as he uttered those two words.

It had a strong smell of blood.

Of course she knew who Wanzhou was.

The mysterious female tycoon who had Chen Yuan kneel down on one knee to tie her shoelaces at the banquet.

The woman who took away all the favor that originally belonged to her.

The sky is filled with starlight, and this massive project covers the entire city's screens.

It was Chen Yuan declaring his doting affection to the world.

Tears fell without warning.

Mixed with the mud on her face, two messy tear streaks appeared.

My heart felt as if it had been brutally sawed open with a serrated iron rod.

The tearing pain made it impossible for her to stand up again.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees in the stinking garbage heap with a thud.

Memories are like the cruelest form of torture, rewinding uncontrollably in my mind.

That winter five years ago.

It was also her birthday.

At that time, the Lin family had just started their business, their cash flow dried up, and they were so poor that they couldn't even afford to pay for heating.

She sat in the cold rented room and threw a tantrum.

He smashed all the cups on the table.

Chen Yuan braved the heavy snow and ran around half the city.

He used the money he earned by staying up several all-nighters to repair computers for people.

I bought a strawberry cake that's the size of my palm.

He was completely soaked, and his hair was covered in ice crystals.

But the cake box he was holding in his arms didn't get wet at all.

Chen Yuan carefully presented the cake to her.

Light that cheap, colored candle.

His eyes were filled with anticipation for the future and tenderness for her.

But what did Lin Qinghan do back then?

She looked at the shabby cake.

I'm reminded of the luxury handbags my best friend Zhao Ya received as gifts from wealthy second-generation men in her WeChat Moments.

My vanity and dissatisfaction exploded instantly.

"Who are you trying to fool by buying this garbage? Even if the Lin family is poor, I won't eat this kind of cheap stuff from street vendors!"

She slapped the cake over.

White cream and bright red strawberries were splattered on the floor.

It was smashed to pieces.

The glimmer of light in Chen Yuan's eyes was crushed under his feet.

Chen Yuan did not get angry, nor did he utter a single word in defense.

He just squatted silently on the ground.

With hands red from the cold, I carefully cleaned up the shattered cream, bit by bit.

Since.

Every year on her birthday, Chen Yuan would only transfer a sum of money to her, and he never bought her a cake again.

She once thought that Chen Yuan was just born to be poor and stingy.

He couldn't give her the pomp and romance she wanted.

until today.

Looking at the sea of ​​drones that filled the night sky of Jianghai City.

Looking at this extraordinary feat of burning mountains of gold just to win a smile from a beauty.

Lin Qinghan finally came to her senses.

Chen Yuan was neither poor nor lacking in romance.

He possesses immense wealth, enough to overturn Jianghai City.

He simply took back the sincerity that she had trampled on back then.

He poured out all his deep affection, all his pomp and circumstance, and all his brilliance.

He gave it all to that woman named Wanzhou without reservation.

And her back then.

They don't deserve this sky full of stars at all.

The spasms and cramps in my stomach reached their peak at this moment.

A sour bile surged up her throat, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Wow--"

He spat a mouthful of acidic water mixed with blood onto the pile of garbage in front of him.

The biting cold wind pierced through her thin overalls.

She huddled among rotting vegetable leaves and foul-smelling sewage.

Like a stray dog ​​whose spine has been broken.

His hands gripped the mud on the ground tightly.

Dirt and sand got stuck in the nail crevices, and the edges of the nails even curled up, revealing flesh and blood.

She seemed to feel no pain.

He stared intently at the gradually dissipating golden characters in the sky.

This is the deep regret of missing out on everything because of one's own foolishness.

It is a hundred times more cruel than any other form of torture in the world.

She slammed her head heavily against the concrete ground next to the garbage heap.

He bumped his forehead and scraped his skin; blood mixed with mud and water flowed into his eyes.

My vision turned into a despairing crimson.

Lin Qinghan knelt in the stinking garbage heap, her fingernails digging into the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground, crying so hard that blood seeped from her throat: "That...that originally belonged to me..."