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

The tranquil night enveloped Genting Manor.

But the scene abruptly cut off this heartwarming moment in the next second.

The sky turned a pale, fish-belly white.

The urban villages in the old city of Jianghai were greeted with a cold and damp morning.

In the narrow alleyway.

Several burly men with tattoos all over their backs dragged the dog like a dead dog.

They dragged two middle-aged men and women, dressed in rags, out of a dark basement.

boom!

Two tattered woven bags were roughly thrown onto the muddy stone road.

"The interest from these loan sharks has ballooned to 80 million!"

"This dilapidated house is only worth a fraction of the cost."

The scarred man who was leading the group kicked Lin Jianguo in the stomach.

Lin Jianguo was in so much pain that he looked like a boiled shrimp, curled up in the muddy water.

A pitiful scream, escaping through its mouth, came out.

His right hand was wrapped in a blackened rag.

From the little finger to the index finger, a section was cleanly severed.

The wound did not receive proper medical treatment.

It was severely infected and suppurating, oozing foul-smelling yellow fluid.

That was a few days ago, when he couldn't pay back the money and was chopped off by loan sharks while pinned to a chopping board.

Now, even this hand is useless.

"Get lost! I'll never see you in Jianghai City again."

"It's not as simple as just cutting off a few fingers."

Scarface spat and led his men away.

The dilapidated wooden door to the basement was heavily sealed with a white court seal.

Only the biting cold wind remained in the alley.

Wang Guilan lay in the mud, her hair like a clump of withered yellow weeds.

It was stuck firmly to the dusty scalp.

The silk trench coat she was wearing, which once cost tens of thousands of yuan, was now unrecognizable.

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

It emitted a nauseating, sour, and rotten smell.

She shakily got up and picked up a few empty plastic bottles scattered on the ground.

"Old Lin...we have nowhere to stay..."

Wang Guilan's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, and tears mixed with the mud on her face streamed down her cheeks.

Lin Jianguo clutched his festering, severed finger, unable to even stand up.

The two supported each other.

Dragging that woven bag containing tattered bedding.

Like two rats crossing the street, they moved forward along the stinking ditch in the urban village.

In order to survive, this once wealthy couple, who used to need a chauffeur to open the door for them when they went out, resorted to desperate measures.

Now all we can do is look to the garbage transfer station on the street corner.

Next to the huge green trash can, there was a pile of foul-smelling kitchen waste.

Flies swarmed around it.

Wang Guilan's legs went weak, and she knelt down next to the trash can.

She had been starving for two whole days, and the acid secreted from the friction of her stomach lining burned her throat.

She stretched out the hands that had once only worn pigeon-egg diamond rings.

Without any hesitation, it plunged into the stinking garbage heap.

They rummaged through the leftovers and scraps of food that others had eaten.

The crevices under his fingernails were filled with black mud and rotten vegetable leaves.

"There's half a bottle of water! Old Lin, there's water here!"

Her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

They pulled out a leftover mineral water bottle from a pile of waste cardboard boxes.

They clung to each other tightly, like wild dogs guarding their food.

Unscrew the bottle cap, regardless of whether the bottle opening is dirty or not.

He tilted his head back and poured it into his dry, cracked mouth.

Just then.

A series of heavy, dragging footsteps echoed from the alley entrance.

Lin Qinghan was wearing the torn blue cleaning uniform.

It appeared in front of the garbage station like a wandering ghost.

Her cheeks were sunken and her cheekbones were high and prominent.

The knife wound on his neck had scabbed over with an unsightly black scab.

Since being fired from the Star Venture Capital building.

She didn't even receive her basic salary of 800 yuan before being forced onto the streets.

When she saw her once arrogant father.

Clutching his severed hand, he rolled around in the mud like a maggot.

Seeing my mother, who usually goes to the beauty salon to take care of even a single strand of her hair.

He was kneeling next to the trash can, picking up scraps.

Lin Qinghan's legs instantly lost all strength.

With a thud, he fell straight to his knees in front of Wang Guilan.

"Dad... Mom..."

She struggled to utter those two words with her hoarse voice, and tears streamed down her face.

A family of three.

They wept bitterly beside a stinking garbage heap.

There was not a trace of the tragic grandeur of a wealthy family falling into ruin in those cries.

Only despair and wretchedness from being crushed to dust by life.

The Lin family used to live in a large villa of several hundred square meters.

They ate lobster and Wagyu beef air-freighted from Australia for every meal.

At that time, Chen Yuan was wearing an apron and preparing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for them in the kitchen.

What did they say?

"This fish is overcooked, are you trying to make us choke?"

"The floor is so wet, are you trying to make my mom slip and fall and die?"

"A good-for-nothing who lives off a woman, he can't even sweep the floor properly."

Those arrogant faces have now transformed into poisoned daggers.

Each strike avoided vital points, yet each one pierced their hearts with deadly force.

If only they had given Chen Yuan a kind look back then.

If they hadn't allowed their son to steal Chen Yuan's money back then.

If they had been at the Civil Affairs Bureau that day, they could have stopped Lin Qinghan from seeing Gu Zi'ang.

Now, Xingchen Venture Capital is that business tyrant who controls hundreds of billions of assets.

He's still a good son-in-law to the Lin family.

They can still sit on the leather sofas at Genting Highlands.

They enjoyed the fawning and flattery of the powerful and wealthy in the entire Jianghai City.

Instead of what it is now.

Even a stray dog ​​on the street can piss on them.

The cramping pain in her stomach felt like a rusty saw, tugging at Lin Qinghan's nerves.

She clutched her stomach tightly and banged her head into the muddy water.

I was filled with regret, but I couldn't turn back even a second of time.

Wang Guilan ignored her daughter's sobs.

Hunger overcame all senses.

Her hands groped around at the very bottom of the garbage heap.

Sudden.

I touched a greasy plastic bag.

I tore it open and took a look.

Inside was half a moldy meat bun covered in green mold.

A pungent, rancid smell wafted towards us.

Wang Guilan, however, saw it as a feast for the eyes.

His eyes glowed green.

Wang Guilan pulled half a moldy bun from the swill, wolfing it down while wailing, "What a tragedy! If we hadn't driven Chen Yuan away back then, we'd still be living in this big villa!"