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

Deafening applause rolled like waves under the dome.

The eyes of thousands of students were fixed on the man in the center of the stage.

Chen Yuan crossed his legs and relaxed in the large armchair.

The black haute couture suit was tailored to perfectly fit his muscular physique.

That composure that comes from fighting your way through a bloodbath in the capital market.

It made the city leaders sitting upright next to them look like a group of supporting green leaves.

Behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

Li Hong, the current vice dean of the Department of Finance and a former counselor, is sweating profusely as he directs several student cadres.

"Quick, quick! Bring me that special-edition bottle of mineral water!"

"Was the microphone clean? Did you replace the batteries?"

Li Hong's chubby face was covered with a fawning, oily sheen.

Today is a golden opportunity for him to shine.

All I need is to show my face to this mysterious big boss of "Star Ventures".

Even if it's just to become a familiar face.

The position of dean next year is practically a done deal.

He snatched the golden microphone from the student's hand and tugged at the tight hem of his suit jacket.

He emerged from behind the curtain, bowing and scraping.

I walked on the red carpet and jogged to the principal's side.

"Principal, the equipment is all ready. Chairman Chen can give a speech to the students at any time."

Li Hong hunched his back slightly and held the microphone in front of his chest with both hands.

Following the principal's direction, my gaze fell on the central armchair next to him.

He was too far away just now, and the lights in the auditorium were a bit dazzling, so he couldn't see the boss's face clearly.

Now we're closer.

The fawning smile on Li Hong's face seemed to have been paused.

It gradually stiffened and solidified.

Finally, it shattered into terrifying pieces of debris.

That profile, with its distinct features and cold, profound expression.

He would recognize it even if it were turned to ashes!

five years ago.

The owner of this face is wearing a faded, cheap shirt from a street vendor.

Standing in front of his desk, I humbly begged for a few days' grace to pay the tuition.

What did he say back then?

"Chen Yuan, Jianghai University is not a charity shelter."

"If you can't pay, get out of here. Don't just occupy the toilet without doing your job."

"A good-for-nothing like you, even if you graduated from university, you'd still be destined to work as a bricklayer on a construction site!"

He did it in front of the whole class.

Take the materials that Chen Yuan used to apply for student loans.

It was thrown into the wastepaper basket like trash.

Even on the day Chen Yuan dropped out of school, he still made veiled sarcasm and mocked him for an entire class period.

And now.

This poor student was trampled into the mud by him.

He sits here high and mighty, and even the principal has to watch his face!

Li Hong's breath caught in his throat.

It felt like there was a wad of dry cotton stuffed in my throat, and I couldn't even swallow.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his thinning scalp.

They coalesced into large, fluffy water droplets.

It rolled down his greasy cheeks and landed on his suit tie.

He felt as if his legs were two cooked noodles.

So weak that I didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

"Vice Dean Li, what are you standing there for?"

The principal frowned in displeasure and reprimanded him in a low voice.

"Quickly hand the microphone to Chairman Chen!"

This sentence is like a death warrant.

Li Hong suddenly shuddered.

He steeled himself and held the heavy golden microphone in both hands.

They moved their feet stiffly.

He walked that short two-meter distance as if he were on his way to an execution.

My feet were on the soft red carpet, but it felt like I was stepping on blades.

Finally, he moved in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan did not turn his head.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze falling indifferently on the middle-aged man who was covered in sweat.

There was no anger or satisfaction in his deep black eyes.

There is only one kind of indifference towards inanimate objects.

This indifference is more chilling than slapping him twice across the face.

When Li Hong was swept by that gaze, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a giant, icy hand.

His hands trembled like leaves falling in the autumn wind.

The microphone slipped in my palm.

"Chairman Chen... please speak..."

Her voice was hoarse and distorted, carrying an undisguised sob.

Just as he was about to hand over the microphone.

My legs were shaking so badly.

The toe of her right leather shoe accidentally tripped over a protrusion at the seam of the red carpet.

Li Hong's already weakened body completely lost its balance.

"Ouch!"

He let out a startled cry that had gone off in a different tone.

The massive body fell forward.

A loud thud.

Li Hong slammed his knees heavily onto the floor in front of the armchair.

The knees of my suit pants were instantly chafed raw.

This vice president was just swaggering around.

And so, in a standard, awkward sliding kneeling position.

She knelt upright at the feet of Chen Yuan's black leather shoes.

The golden microphone slipped from his hand and rolled to Chen Yuan's feet.

More than 5,000 teachers and students were in the auditorium.

I witnessed this comical yet shocking scene firsthand.

The previous noise suddenly stopped.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence spread beneath the dome.

The principal turned green with fright and was about to step forward to pull the person up.

Chen Yuan raised a hand to stop the principal's action.

He didn't bend down to pick up the microphone.

He was just leaning back in his chair.

Looking down at Li Hong, who was kneeling at his feet, trembling like a sieve.

The cuffs of his suit trousers weren't even dusty.

The light shone on Chen Yuan's cold and stern profile, casting a deep shadow.

Chen Yuan lowered his eyes, looking at the trembling counselor kneeling at his feet, and said in a calm tone that was chilling: "Teacher Li, I never received such a grand gesture when I dropped out of school."