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

That bloodcurdling scream.

They were abruptly cut off by the police car's blast-proof and soundproof glass, trapped in the cramped compartment.

Even the pattering rain outside the police car couldn't drown it out.

The next morning.

The rain in Jianghai City has stopped, and the air is damp and chilly after being washed.

The prime time slot for morning news.

The female anchor's clear and articulate voice carried throughout the city via television and internet broadcasts.

"The Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, in conjunction with the Major Crimes Unit, successfully cracked a major economic fraud and tax evasion case last night."

"Lin Mouhan, the former legal representative of the Lin Group, and Gu Mouang, a person involved in the case, have both been arrested."

"Currently, the two have confessed to the crimes of forging dual contracts and transferring tens of millions of assets."

"The case is under further investigation, and they will face severe legal punishment."

This official announcement tolled the death knell for the once arrogant Lin family.

No one in the business circles of Jianghai City would mention the name Lin Qinghan anymore.

The top-tier private home theater on the second basement floor of the Cloud Top Manor.

The place is decorated like a small, star-rated movie theater.

The dome is inlaid with a handcrafted starry sky ceiling.

Underfoot was a thick, soft Persian carpet with a dark pattern, which made no sound when you stepped on it.

The enormous IMAX circular screen occupied an entire wall.

Chen Yuan was wearing a loose, gray cotton T-shirt.

He leaned back lazily in the large leather loveseat.

A long leg was casually draped over the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

He was holding a huge glass bowl filled with freshly popped caramel popcorn.

The golden sugar coating exudes a sweet and tempting aroma.

It slowly ferments in the audio-visual room with a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

The movie playing on the screen wasn't some Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster.

Instead, it was footage from inside the police station, cut into twelve small squares.

This was a real-time signal that Chu Feng had secretly intercepted from the interrogation room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau using dark web technology.

There was no sound on the screen.

But the horrific state of those two people on the interrogation chair was more real than any high-definition movie.

On the left side of the screen.

Lin Qinghan was wearing prison clothes, her hair disheveled and stuck to her face covered in mud.

That once well-maintained face is now so thin that it's just skin and bones.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, staring intently at the opposite wall.

My lips are dry, cracked, and bleeding; they are opening and closing nervously.

It was as if the desperate cry from last night was still repeating itself.

On the right side of the screen.

Gu Ziang was handcuffed to a specially made restraint chair.

The gauze at the severed finger site had turned a disgusting blackish-purple color.

He bowed and scraped frantically to the police officers interrogating him.

He frantically gestured on the table with his only remaining left hand, seemingly trying to reveal more dirt on Lin Qinghan.

He attempted to use others as scapegoats to secure his own meager chance for a reduced sentence.

The two were like two wild beasts trapped in a gladiatorial arena, tearing each other apart until their bones were exposed.

Chen Yuan watched the silent farce unfolding on the screen.

He picked up a popcorn kernel with his well-defined knuckles and casually tossed it into his mouth.

bang.

The caramel crackled between my teeth, making a crisp sound.

There was no joy of revenge in his dark eyes, nor even the slightest hint of regret.

It was as calm as an ancient well.

Those five years of dedication, that absurd elopement.

At this moment, it was finally completely packed up and thrown into the deepest garbage dump of memory.

It could no longer stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

He now looks at these two people as if they were two monkeys in a zoo whose performance has gone wrong.

Aside from finding it ridiculous, all that's left is boredom.

"Click".

The door to the home theater was gently pushed open from the outside.

Warm light from the corridor seeped in through the crack in the door, illuminating the dark carpet.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige knitted cardigan and soft cotton trousers underneath.

He was holding two glasses of freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

Barefoot on the carpet, like a cat afraid of disturbing its owner.

She walked to the sofa and placed the glass on the coffee table.

The condensation on the glass wall slid down the glass.

She didn't look at the black-and-white surveillance footage on the screen.

She didn't care at all about the fate of those rotten people.

As long as Chen Yuan is sitting peacefully beside her, that's enough.

Shen Wanzhou sat down next to Chen Yuan's arm.

Her body naturally leaned towards him, and finally she leaned half of her body against him.

She gently rested her head on Chen Yuan's strong shoulder.

The familiar, cool scent of soap instantly enveloped her breath.

Chen Yuan raised his left arm and pulled her into his arms.

Her fingers idly played with a strand of her long hair that hung down her shoulder.

The strands of hair twirl between my fingers, feeling smooth to the touch.

"Not watching anymore?"

Shen Wanzhou noticed that Chen Yuan's gaze had shifted away from the curtain and asked a question in a low voice.

Chen Yuan picked up the remote control.

My thumb gently pressed the red power button.

The huge IMAX screen went black instantly.

It cut short that disgusting dog-eat-dog spectacle.

Only the faint glow of the starry ceiling remained in the audiovisual room.

Chen Yuan turned off the screen, casually tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and turned to the girl beside him: "This monkey show is too boring. Let's go, we should get down to business."