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

Desperate sobs echoed through the dark alleys of the urban village.

It was blown away by the damp night wind.

The camera quickly zooms out.

Beyond the hustle and bustle of most of Jianghai City.

Cut into the mountainside to the Cloud Top Manor, which is like a fairyland on earth.

early morning.

Early spring sunlight streamed through the French-style floor-to-ceiling windows.

It made the marble countertop in the kitchen shine brightly.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and a black apron tied around his waist.

Kneading dough.

The dough was constantly turned over and over in his strong hands, making a slapping sound.

Last night's grand drone spectacle.

It burned through hundreds of millions of dollars in cash.

It also completely shattered the ice that had sealed Shen Wanzhou's heart for ten years.

The slightly ajar glass door to the kitchen was gently pushed open.

There was no slapping sound of slippers.

Shen Wanzhou walked barefoot on the smooth tiles, like a silent cat.

She wasn't wearing that fluffy pajama set that made her look like a ball today.

She changed into a fitted silk slip dress.

She was wearing the oversized shirt that Chen Yuan had draped over her shoulders the night before.

The hem of the shirt just reached the top of her thighs.

Two straight and slender legs were revealed.

She walked behind Chen Yuan.

Without the slightest pause or hesitation.

Two fair and delicate arms wrapped around the man's strong and slender waist.

Her cheek rested naturally against Chen Yuan's broad back.

He rubbed his nose against the fabric of his shirt, greedily inhaling the cool, soapy scent that belonged to him.

Chen Yuan paused for a moment while kneading the dough.

The muscles in my back gradually relaxed as I felt the warm touch coming from behind me.

"Up so early?"

He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly, his voice hoarse from the early morning.

Shen Wanzhou nudged him from behind.

"I can't sleep... I want to watch you cook."

Her voice was soft and gentle, no longer sounding distant like before.

She possesses a charming naiveté that she only reveals in front of her closest loved ones.

A slight smile appeared on Chen Yuan's lips.

With nimble hands, she skillfully pinched off several small dough pieces.

"Go sit at the table, the crab roe buns will be ready soon."

Just as the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of crab roe.

The scene looked as if it had been cleaved open by a sharp blade.

We cut to the urban village on the very edge of Jianghai City.

The sky was overcast and gray.

The entrance to a basement that never sees sunlight.

The landlady was holding a broom.

They swept a few tattered old clothes into the cold, damp hallway like they were sweeping up trash.

Lin Qinghan was like a boneless lump of mud.

The landlord pushed and shoved them out of the basement.

Her hospital gown had turned gray and was torn in several places.

The cut on his forehead had scabbed over with a black scab.

"You don't have money to pay rent and you want to stay here? Do you think I'm a charity?"

The landlord's spittle landed on Lin Qinghan's face.

She kicked over the tattered snakeskin bag that was filled with all her odds and ends.

Several dry steamed buns from the bag rolled onto the muddy ground covered in puddles.

Lin Qinghan did not speak or resist.

Her eyes were as empty as two dry wells.

He mechanically crawled over and picked up the cold, muddy steamed bun.

He held her tightly in his arms.

A familiar cramping pain shot through my stomach again.

She could only curl up into a ball, pressing her knees against her abdomen to resist her physiological instincts.

The scene then shifts back to the restaurant at Genting Highlands.

The morning sunlight slanted across the long solid wood dining table.

On a white porcelain plate, several delicate and translucent crab roe soup dumplings are steaming hot.

Golden crab oil seeped out from the paper-thin dough.

The aroma is tangy.

Shen Wanzhou sat in the chair.

With her hands supporting her chin, her peach blossom eyes were filled with an irresistible sweetness.

I watched as the tall man walked over carrying two cups of warm milk.

Chen Yuan pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Pick up your chopsticks and take out a small crab roe bun.

He steadily brought it to her lips.

"Be careful, it's hot. Take a sip of the soup first."

Shen Wanzhou obediently opened her mouth.

Her rosy lips gently bit into the noodles, and she slurped up a mouthful of rich crab roe broth.

The delicious flavor explodes on the tip of your tongue.

Her eyes lit up instantly, as if two stars were hidden within them.

He squinted his eyes contentedly, and even his chewing slowed down.

I was afraid of ruining this melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness.

Chen Yuan casually pulled out a tissue and wiped away the bit of golden crab oil that had gotten on the corner of her mouth.

The movements were so natural that there was not a trace of hesitation.

The passageway of the urban village at this time.

The cold wind blew like a knife.

Lin Qinghan shivered and hid in a dark corner.

The dry steamed bun, covered in mud, was as hard as a rock.

She took a bite, and the rough crumbs cut her already dry and cracked throat.

There was no hot soup, and no one wiped the dirt from the corners of her mouth.

She could only swallow the sour and bitter crumbs with her bare hands, as the cold wind blew.

She choked so hard that tears streamed down her face, landing on the dirty back of her hand.

Every single tear.

All of these were the tenderness she had once trampled under her feet.

Two completely different lives.

At both ends of Jianghai City, the most extreme contrast is unfolding.

The man who used to dote on her.

Now he gives all his favoritism, patience, and exquisite attention to another woman without reservation.

She could only eke out a living like a stray dog, tormented by endless regret and hunger.

The sun was shining brightly in the restaurant.

Chen Yuan picked up another steamed bun.

Shen Wanzhou didn't even touch her chopsticks.

They took his feeding for granted.

When I ate the fourth one.

She gently shook her head and turned her face to one side.

"I can't eat anymore."

Chen Yuan didn't insist and casually tossed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth.

I picked up the glass of milk, which was at just the right temperature, and handed it to her.

"Finish your milk."

Shen Wanzhou held the glass.

Holding the cup with both hands, I absorbed the warmth emanating from it.

She sipped her drink slowly, while secretly glancing at Chen Yuan's profile.

My heart is still pounding because of last night's starry night.

Chen Yuan held a warm cup of milk, looking at the girl in his arms who was as content as a cat, when suddenly a majestic sound of a cane slamming heavily on the ground came from outside the door.