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

Green mold mixed with unidentified black grime.

She swallowed it whole.

She choked so hard her eyes rolled back, and she pounded her chest with both hands.

He forced himself to swallow the sour dough.

The combination of prolonged hunger leading to hypoglycemia and this moldy food.

This drove her to the brink of madness.

She turned her head sharply, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Qinghan on the ground.

Like a hungry wolf that has caught its prey.

"Yes... Chen Yuan! Go find Chen Yuan!"

Wang Guilan stuffed the remaining dumpling wrappers into her mouth and crawled over using both hands and feet.

He grabbed Lin Qinghan's dirty and tattered cleaning uniform.

"Isn't he rich? Isn't he the big boss of Star Ventures?"

"He's an orphan, a bastard without parents!"

"He cares most about that Sunshine Orphanage; he pours money into it every year!"

Wang Guilan's dry lips moved up and down, spitting saliva onto Lin Qinghan's face.

A desperate, frantic calculation flashed in his eyes.

"He has the softest heart; he'll only respond if we cause trouble at the orphanage!"

"Go smash up that dilapidated courtyard. He'll definitely have to pay up to protect that old geezer of a director!"

"Yes! Let's go! To the orphanage!"

Lin Jianguo, who was standing nearby, heard this.

His body, which had been slumped in the corner like a lump of mud, suddenly twitched.

The right hand, with its severed finger and wrapped in a blackened rag, used the wall as leverage to stand up.

"Let's go...to ask for the money..."

He repeated the sentence through his slurred speech.

It's like a bio-engineered zombie programmed with a single command.

Lin Qinghan was dragged two steps through the mud by Wang Guilan.

The rough stones chafed the new flesh on her knees.

She looked at her parents, who resembled ghosts.

My stomach was churning violently, and I didn't even have the strength to resist.

They dragged him along, making him stagger and stagger towards the outskirts of the city.

Sunshine Orphanage.

It is located on the edge of the oldest shantytown in Jianghai City.

The mottled red brick wall is covered with ivy.

An old locust tree stands in the courtyard, and the swing sways gently in the breeze.

Several children dressed in old but clean clothes.

They were gathered around the elderly dean, learning to read under the tree.

boom--!

The rusty iron gate was violently kicked open from the outside.

The door hinges emitted a harsh, screeching sound.

It crashed heavily against the brick wall, shaking off a cloud of white ash.

The old dean was startled, and the literacy cards in his hand fell to the ground.

The children, like frightened fledglings, instinctively shrank behind the old headmaster.

Wang Guilan had a head of dry, tangled, messy hair.

She barged in like a shrew, reeking of a nauseating, sour, rotten smell.

She spotted the old dean under the old locust tree at a glance.

Without saying a word, he pounced on it.

He grabbed the collar of the old dean's faded gray shirt with both hands.

He flung it forcefully to the side.

"Ouch!"

The old dean was already old and frail, and he couldn't withstand such a strain.

He tripped and fell heavily onto the concrete ground.

The kneecap made a dull thud, and the pain kept him from getting up for a long time.

"Grandpa Dean!"

The children screamed in fright and rushed over to help the old man up.

"Get out of here, you little brat!"

Lin Jianguo followed behind, using his intact left hand to grab a wooden desk next to him.

He lifted it high and slammed it hard onto the ground.

The cracking sound of the wooden planks breaking echoed through the yard.

Splinters flew everywhere.

The children were so frightened that they cried loudly and huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Lin Qinghan stood by the iron gate, her legs feeling like lead.

His empty gaze swept over the mess in the yard.

The acid in his stomach rushed to his throat, but he couldn't even utter a sound to stop it.

She knew how much Chen Yuan cared about this place.

This is like pulling out the dragon's reverse scale.

But she had become numb.

Rather than let them starve to death in the sewers, let Chen Yuan give them a quick death.

"Where's Chen Yuan! Tell that little bastard to come out here!"

Wang Guilan simply plopped down on the floor covered in sawdust.

He kicked his legs wildly and slapped his thighs with his hands, throwing a tantrum.

"Isn't he rich? He ruined our Lin family, leaving us penniless!"

"You old bastard, call him right now!"

"Tell him that if he doesn't come up with 100 million yuan in compensation today."

"I'll tear down this dilapidated yard and drive all these beggars out onto the streets to beg!"

The old headmaster, supported by several children, leaned against a tree trunk with difficulty.

Looking at this group of incomprehensible lunatics in front of me.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his fingers were shaking.

"You...you're trespassing! That's illegal!"

He pulled out that old-fashioned mobile phone with its buttons chipped and worn.

His hands trembled, relying on muscle memory.

I dialed the number that was at the top of my contacts.

beep...beep...

In the spacious restaurant on the first floor of Genting Manor.

The morning sunlight slanted across the solid wood dining table.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up.

He was holding a cup of freshly heated whole milk.

Shen Wanzhou's breakfast was still untouched in the seat opposite her.

The kitten is probably still in bed.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

The words "Old Dean" appeared on the screen.

Chen Yuan's deep-set eyes softened instantly.

Put down the milk glass with one hand and swipe to answer the call.

"Dean."

His voice was deep and warm, carrying the patience that one has when facing elders.

There was none of the usual warm greetings on the other end of the phone.

The only sounds were the harsh cracking of wood and the sharp, shrill curses of a woman.

And the heart-wrenching cries of the children.

"Xiao Yuan... don't come any closer... call the police..."

The old dean's weak and anxious voice came through intermittently.

Accompanied by a suppressed, painful cough.

Followed by.

The microphone was roughly snatched away.

Wang Guilan's shrill voice, like a broken gong, traveled along the radio waves.

It pierced into Chen Yuan's ear without any hindrance.

"Chen Yuan! You heartless ingrate!"

"Did you hear that? We've smashed up your orphanage!"

"I'm telling you, prepare 100 million in cash and send it over within half an hour!"

"If you're even a minute later, I'll break this old bastard's leg!"

beep--

The call was unilaterally cut off.

The busy signal sounded particularly jarring in the empty restaurant.

A morning breeze drifted through the half-open French windows.

The wind stirred the white lace tablecloth on the dining table.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He didn't even immediately take the phone away from his ear.

He sat quietly in the carved dining chair.

His back was ramrod straight, like a lifeless stone sculpture.

The air still carried that comforting aroma of milk and wheat.

In that instant.

It was completely dispersed by a chilling killing intent that had solidified into a tangible form.

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to drop below freezing instantly.

Chen Yuan slowly lowered his right hand, which was holding the phone.

He was still holding the glass filled with warm milk in his left hand.

Five fingers with distinct joints.

It tightened uncontrollably, inch by inch.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out like writhing dragons, coiling beneath his cold, white skin.

Click click.

The glass made a faint cracking sound as it sank under the weight.

The stagnant pool in his eyes suddenly unleashed a monstrous wave that could devour everything.

That was the fury of a thunderbolt that crossed the line.

For the past five years, he has been able to endure the cold treatment from the Lin family and swallow all his grievances.

Even when Lin Qinghan ran away from the wedding, he simply withdrew.

They never even considered exterminating them.

But the Sunshine Orphanage.

That was the place where the old dean fed him with every bite of food and every drop of water.

It is the only safe haven for those children abandoned by the world.

The Lin family dared to extend their dirty hands there.

boom!

A loud cracking sound suddenly erupted in the restaurant.

The transparent glass could no longer withstand that terrifying grip.

It exploded into countless sharp fragments in Chen Yuan's palm.

Warm milk splashed everywhere, spilling onto the gleaming dining table.

Sharp shards of glass mercilessly pierced the flesh of his palm.

It cut through the palm lines and severed the blood vessels.

Chen Yuan crushed the glass in his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers, his eyes filled with palpable killing intent: "Dare to touch my orphanage? The Lin family must have a death wish."