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

The low, husky voice seemed to have hooks, brushing against Shen Wanzhou's burning earlobe.

The blush that had just faded started burning up again uncontrollably.

The master bedroom was filled with a faint scent of soap and the sweet aroma of peaches.

The peace was so profound that even time seemed to slow down.

The scene then shifts to Jianghai City a few days later.

Night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.

Luxury cars lined the exterior of the InterContinental Peninsula Hotel, the largest hotel in Jianghai City.

The blinding flashlights illuminated the entrance as bright as day.

Tonight, a top-tier charity auction gala is being held here every three years.

Those who receive an invitation are at least business tycoons with a net worth of tens of billions.

The banquet hall was resplendent in gold, with the giant crystal chandelier on the dome reflecting dazzling, extravagant light.

The air was filled with the distinctive aromas of expensive perfumes and high-end cigars.

Lin Qinghan stood in the dark aisle at the very edge of the banquet hall.

He was wearing a cheap and ill-fitting black and white uniform.

The inferior synthetic fabric rubs against the skin, causing waves of unbearable itching.

She was wearing a pair of stiff black wedge heels.

He was holding a heavy metal tray with several glasses of crystal-clear champagne on it.

My legs are sore and trembling from standing for a long time.

Yellowish fluid seeped from the blisters on my heels, sticking to the edges of my socks.

Even taking a single step feels like dancing on a knife's edge.

"That table over there, they're out of champagne! Hurry up and refill it!"

The obese foreman walked over and gave Lin Qinghan a shove on the shoulder without any politeness.

"You're so clumsy! If it weren't for taking pity on you, who would hire a deadbeat like you with a criminal record for a part-time job!"

"Be careful later, or you might offend someone important, and even selling yourself wouldn't be enough to compensate them!"

Lin Qinghan was pushed and stumbled, nearly spilling the champagne on the tray.

She bit her chapped lower lip, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

He could only lower his head, like a puppet without dignity, and respond meekly.

In order to buy anti-inflammatory medicine for Lin Jianguo.

In order to have a full meal every day.

She humbled herself and went to several employment agencies to apply for jobs.

But as soon as they saw the name "Lin's Bankruptcy Registrant" on her ID card, all the companies would kick her out like she was a plague.

This is a low-level part-time job that pays 300 yuan a night.

She had to kneel on the ground and beg the supervisor for half an hour before she got it.

Lin Qinghan carried the tray and carefully weaved through the crowd of elegantly dressed people.

Listening to those wealthy people talk about deals worth hundreds of millions.

That familiar, cramping pain in my stomach started to flare up again.

These were the big bosses who used to fawn over her and curry favor with the Lin family.

Now, not even a glance would be cast at her, a waitress who carries plates.

Sudden.

A commotion arose outside the banquet hall doors.

The melodious violin music came to an abrupt end.

The bigwigs who were chatting in small groups suddenly stopped what they were doing.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the entrance.

Even established tycoons who usually maintain their high status voluntarily stepped aside, making way for a wide main road.

"Chairman Chen is here!"

"Quick, quick, get my business cards ready!"

"If we could just say a few words to Mr. Chen from Xingchen Venture Capital today, our fundraising next year would be a real possibility!"

Whispers spread like a tide through the crowd.

It exudes an undisguised awe and fervor.

Lin Qinghan heard the words "Chairman Chen".

The hand holding the tray suddenly trembled.

The wine glasses clinked crisply against the metal tray.

She turned her head stiffly, her gaze passing through the gaps in the crowd.

I looked toward the slowly opening gilded gate.

Two rows of bodyguards in black entered first, effectively blocking the crowd that tried to get closer.

Followed by.

Chen Yuan stepped onto the Persian carpet and entered the banquet hall.

He was wearing a pure black, handmade, bespoke suit, without a tie.

His collar was slightly open, exuding a sense of nonchalance and oppression befitting someone who had long held a position of power.

His deep-set eyes were cold and aloof, ignoring the fawning glances around him.

Those hands that once got blisters from cooking porridge for her.

It was casually tucked into his suit trouser pocket at the moment.

The Patek Philippe on my wrist reflects a cold, dazzling luster.

He did not hold Shen Wanzhou's arm.

But the aura of a superior who holds the power of life and death is more captivating than ever before.

"Mr. Chen! I've heard so much about you. I'm Mr. Li from Wantai Group!"

"Mr. Chen, it's an honor to have you here..."

Dozens of big bosses with net worths of tens of billions.

A person who usually acts arrogantly in Jianghai City.

At this moment, they are like a pack of lapdogs that have smelled meat.

They all held up their wine glasses and bowed and scraped as they went to greet them.

Some people even pushed and shoved each other to get a good spot, disregarding all decorum.

Lin Qinghan huddled in the corner, her body pressed tightly against the cold Roman column.

It felt as if my breath was being squeezed tightly by a pair of invisible hands.

The heart inside the chest cavity, riddled with holes.

It felt like being thrown into a meat grinder and being ground up inch by inch.

The scene before her was so surreal that she wanted to laugh wildly, but could only shed bitter tears.

That aloof and superior man.

He was Lin Qinghan's ex-fiancé!

That penniless guy who gets up at six every morning to wash her clothes and cook for her in the cramped basement.

Now he has become a living god whom all the powerful and wealthy in Jianghai City grovel!

If only...

If only she hadn't abandoned him at the Civil Affairs Bureau that day.

Now, standing beside Chen Yuan, they enjoy the flattery and fawning of these top figures.

It's her, Lin Qinghan!

She remains the same high-and-mighty female CEO, even more glamorous than before.

But what did she do?

She did it all for Gu Ziang, that liar, that scoundrel.

She personally turned the man who could give her the whole world into someone else's exclusive possession.

The intense sense of disparity felt like a thousand needles piercing her very bones.

She watched Chen Yuan surrounded by that group of CEOs.

He rejected several business proposals worth billions without even lifting his eyelids.

That sense of ease and relaxation stung her dry eyes.

She didn't even have the courage to go up and call his name.

Because she knew.

In Chen Yuan's cold eyes.

Now, she's not even as good as dust on the ground.

Lin Qinghan's fingers, holding the tray, turned white. She stared intently at the man who was the center of attention, the regret in her eyes almost tearing her apart.