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

The heavy, hard-soled military boots relentlessly crushed those red, swollen, and festering wounds.

The bones made a teeth-grinding scraping sound against the sole of the boot.

Yellowish-green pus mixed with fresh blood spread along the texture of the asphalt road.

"ah--!"

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted from Gu Ziang's throat.

The calls echoed along the empty, winding mountain road, startling a flock of birds into flight from the woods.

He writhed wildly on the ground like a mudfish starving to death.

He tried to pull his hand out of the way that was being firmly pinned down.

But the eagle trampled it even more firmly.

"Shhh."

The eagle bent down and patted Gu Ziang's swollen cheeks with its large, fan-like hands.

The force wasn't great, but it caused blood to froth from Gu Ziang's mouth.

"Save your energy for later when you're yelling at the police."

The eagle stood up and took out a walkie-talkie.

"Clean up this pile of trash and throw it far away."

"By the way, call the city police station and tell them that a fugitive broke his leg in the mountains and ask them to come and collect the body."

Two bodyguards wearing black tactical vests quickly stepped forward.

One person grabbed Gu Ziang's arm.

Like dragging a dead dog, it left two long bloody streaks on the asphalt road.

Half an hour later, at a large garbage disposal site on the outskirts of Jianghai City.

The mountains of various kinds of waste emitted a pungent, sour, and putrid smell.

A few dim searchlights barely illuminated this forgotten corner.

boom!

Gu Ziang was ruthlessly thrown by the bodyguards into a pile of rotten vegetable leaves and waste cardboard boxes that reeked of stench.

The bodyguard clapped his hands, turned, and disappeared into the night.

Gu Ziang felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.

The pain from his broken ribs made even breathing feel like a slow, agonizing ordeal.

That fair face that was once maintained with the help of cosmetics.

At this moment, it's swollen like a purplish pig's head.

His eyes were swollen shut, and his nasal bridge had completely collapsed.

Most of his teeth were missing, and blood kept flowing out.

He lay sprawled in the garbage heap, making weak, panting breaths.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the other side of the garbage heap.

Someone is rummaging through waste paper.

Gu Ziang struggled to move his eyes and look through his swollen eyelids.

Under the dim yellow searchlight.

A woman in a tattered blue cleaning uniform was bending over, rummaging through a pile of discarded cardboard boxes with her bare hands.

The woman's hair was stuck to her scalp like dry straw.

My exposed arms were covered in chilblains and red, swollen scratches.

He was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes with worn-out soles.

Their movements were mechanical and numb, as if the surrounding stench and mud did not exist.

Gu Ziang's pupils contracted sharply.

Although the woman was so thin she looked unrecognizable, her face was covered in black mud and grime.

But he recognized it at a glance.

Lin Qinghan.

The Lin family's female CEO who was once high and mighty in Jianghai City and didn't hesitate to elope for him.

They've been reduced to fighting with stray dogs for scrap paper in a garbage dump.

"Clear...clear and cold..."

Gu Zi'ang opened his leaky mouth and uttered two indistinct syllables.

Blood and froth dripped down the corner of his mouth and onto the rotten vegetable leaves.

Hearing the faint call, Lin Qinghan stopped rummaging through the scrap paper.

She slowly straightened her hunched back and turned her head.

His gaze passed over the half-meter-high pile of garbage and landed on Gu Ziang.

Eyes facing each other.

There was no excitement of a long-awaited reunion, nor the satisfaction of avenging a great grudge.

Lin Qinghan's eyes were terrifyingly empty.

Like two dried-up wells, not even a ripple could be stirred.

Looking at the man who used to make her feel heartbroken for half a day even if he just cut his finger.

Now it lies paralyzed in the garbage dump like a stinking lump of rotten meat.

Lin Qinghan felt a deep numbness and nausea.

This is the consequence of her giving up Chen Yuan for so-called "love".

He buried himself in the stinking ditch, rotting away alongside this bloodsucking bedbug.

Woo-woo-woo

The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Several police cars with flashing red and blue lights tore through the darkness of the junkyard.

The headlights shone directly on Gu Ziang's face, forcing him to close his eyes.

Several police officers, carrying flashlights, strode quickly over through the sewage.

"They're over there!"

"Hurry up, don't let him get away!"

The police rushed forward and, without saying a word, pulled Gu Ziang out of the rotten vegetable leaves.

The cold handcuffs once again mercilessly locked his wrists.

"ah--!"

As his broken bones were pulled, Gu Zi'ang let out a piercing scream.

He was being dragged along the police car by two police officers, his legs limp and dragging on the ground.

As he passed by Lin Qinghan.

Gu Ziang, as if grasping at the last straw, desperately stretched out his severed finger towards her.

"Qinghan...save me...I don't want to die in prison..."

He cried so hard that tears mixed with blood streamed down his face, his voice filled with unbearable sorrow.

"For our past relationship, please put in a good word for me..."

Lin Qinghan stood there, still clutching two flattened pieces of cardboard in her hands.

A cold wind blew up the corner of her tattered clothes.

She lowered her head, her gaze coldly fixed on Gu Ziang's outstretched hand.

That hand had once held a switchblade tightly against her neck.

They almost severed her major artery.

Now, this hand wants to drag her down to hell with it.

Lin Qinghan's lips curled into a stiff, mocking smile.

There was not a shred of leniency.

She didn't even move an inch.

They just watched helplessly as Gu Ziang was roughly shoved into the back seat of the police car by the police.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off Gu Ziang's nauseating cries for help.

The police car turned around, its red and blue lights fading into the distance in the night rain.

Lin Qinghan looked away.

He turned around blankly and stuffed the cardboard in his hand into the tattered woven bag next to him.

The heavy woven bags dragged through the muddy water, making a dull rustling sound.

Gu Zi'ang's desperate wails echoed in the night sky, while Lin Qinghan, dragging a woven bag full of cardboard boxes, didn't even glance back to offer any charity.