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

This verdict.

Like the sharpest icicle in winter, it pierced straight into Lin Qinghan's skull.

She trembled uncontrollably, her body soaked with cold sweat from her filthy, blackened cleaning uniform.

The large patch of sunlight overhead was blocked by Chen Yuan's tall figure.

She was forced to look up at the man's cold, hard jawline.

The cramping in her stomach contorted her facial features.

His hands gripped the cement floor, which was covered in sawdust, so tightly that blood seeped from under his fingernails.

"Chen Yuan... what... what do you want to do?"

Lin Qinghan's voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of shards of glass.

Chen Yuan did not answer her.

There wasn't even a single extra word about giving alms.

He pulled a custom-made black cell phone out of his pocket with one hand.

The faint light from the screen shone into his calm, unperturbed eyes.

A long finger slid across the screen and dialed a number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Mr. Chen, what are your instructions?"

The respectful voice of Wang Kai, CEO of Xingchen Venture Capital, came through the receiver.

"Notify the Jianghai Municipal Environmental Sanitation Bureau, as well as all waste recycling stations and rescue organizations affiliated with Xingchen."

Chen Yuan spoke at a steady pace, enunciating each word clearly.

"Add the personal information of Lin Jianguo, Wang Guilan, and Lin Qinghan to the blacklist."

"Any garbage bin, scrap yard, or unfinished construction site in Jianghai City."

"Who would dare accept an empty bottle from them? Who would dare give them a leftover?"

"We'll wipe Xingchen Venture Capital off the map of Jianghai City tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, issue a citywide lockdown order within one minute."

The busy tone of the phone call being disconnected sounded particularly jarring in the empty courtyard of the orphanage.

Lin Qinghan's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

Even breathing stopped.

The meaning of this sentence couldn't be clearer.

Even though they went bankrupt before, at least they could still rummage through the trash to get a few dollars to buy a moldy steamed bun.

At least we can find shelter from the wind in the unfinished building under the overpass.

just now.

Chen Yuan directly used the immense power of capital.

An invisible physical barrier was erected for the family of three throughout Jianghai City.

They're not even qualified to be beggars.

"No! You can't be so heartless! We are your poor, biological parents!"

Wang Guilan, who had just been throwing a tantrum, heard this phone call.

Terrified, he scrambled over and tried to grab Chen Yuan's leg.

"eagle."

Chen Yuan coldly uttered two words and took half a step back.

Eagle strode forward and grabbed Wang Guilan by the back of her collar.

They threw her out of the orphanage's iron gate like a sack of potatoes.

Wang Guilan slammed heavily onto the stone pavement in front of the door, letting out a piercing scream.

It appeared that two of his ribs were broken, and he was writhing in pain on the ground.

Lin Jianguo, clutching his festering, severed hand, scrambled and crawled away after him.

Lin Qinghan's legs went weak.

He was dragged outside by two bodyguards in black, who were holding his arms.

boom!

The orphanage's large iron gates slammed shut in front of them.

A heavy U-shaped padlock fell to the ground.

This completely cut off their last chance of survival in the city.

The sun was blazing overhead.

The streets of Jianghai City are bustling with traffic.

The Lin family of three walked aimlessly on the scorching asphalt road.

Wang Guilan was so hungry that she felt dizzy and her stomach was churning with acid.

She saw a green, eco-friendly trash can by the roadside.

His eyes lit up, and he pounced on the rummaging to search.

"Get out! Don't touch my bucket!"

An elderly man in a sanitation worker's uniform, holding a broom, slapped her hand without any politeness.

Wang Guilan recoiled in pain, leaving a red, swollen welt on the back of her hand.

"What right do you have to hit someone, you street sweeper! Do you own this trash can?!"

She covered her hands and began to curse.

"The big boss of Xingchen Venture Capital has spoken: anyone who dares to touch this piece of trash in Jianghai City will be fired!"

The sanitation worker looked at them with disdain.

"You people look decent enough, so what sins did you commit to be blacklisted by the entire city?"

"Get out of here! Don't make me lose my job!"

The old man took a broom and chased them across the road like he was swatting flies.

Lin Qinghan leaned against a lamppost.

The cramps in her stomach made her feel like a dehydrated shrimp.

My vision blurred in waves.

She finally understood what Chen Yuan meant by "there's not even the last bit of room left."

This is not torture; it is pure social annihilation.

We arrived at the entrance of a large waste recycling station on the outskirts of the city.

Lin Jianguo pulled out two empty mineral water bottles that he had managed to find on the road earlier from his pocket.

The hand with the severed finger was still oozing yellow fluid.

He walked shakily to the old man at the recycling station to weigh the items.

"Sir... could you exchange these two bottles for fifty cents?"

"We haven't had a proper meal in three days..."

Lin, the former boss whose business was worth tens of millions.

At this moment, with his back hunched over, he was groveling before an old man who collected scraps for just five cents.

The old man glanced at him, his gaze then falling on the notice that had just been posted on the wall next to him.

It had a photo of the three of them printed on it.

"Get out of here! Don't try to ruin my life with this junk!"

The old man's expression changed, and he kicked Lin Jianguo's wrist.

"Didn't you see the notice on the wall?! Nobody would want your family's stuff even if it were given away for free!"

Lin Jianguo was already weak, and this kick caused him to lose his balance.

He fell backward onto the ground covered in oil and scrap metal.

The two mineral water bottles rolled out of his hands and rolled into the middle of the road.

A large truck sped past.

With a loud bang.

They crushed the two bottles into flat plastic sheets.

Lin Jianguo lay on the ground, looking at the two crushed empty bottles.

That is their only hope today.

The festering, severed finger was excruciatingly painful, and hunger felt like an invisible hand gnawing at his internal organs.

The despair of being deprived of even the right to pick up trash completely shattered his last psychological defenses.

Lin Jianguo watched as the old scrap collector kicked away the two mineral water bottles he had just picked up, and finally let out a desperate wail: "This is going to drive my whole family to their deaths on the street!"