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

A low, husky murmur filled the warm and tranquil master bedroom.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting a soft, silvery frost on the carpet.

But the image was suddenly torn apart in that instant.

The scene shifts to Jianghai City a few months later.

On the edge of the city, in a semi-rural area, lies an underground electronics processing plant.

Rumble.

The deafening sound of the machine pressing was like that of a dull saw.

They pulled each other back and forth in this stuffy factory, filled with the smell of machine oil and cheap plastic.

The glaring incandescent light bulbs hissed overhead.

The dim and flickering lights shone on hundreds of female workers wearing cheap anti-static clothing.

The air here is so murky it makes you want to vomit.

There was no air conditioning, only a few high-powered floor fans covered in dust.

The hot exhaust fumes were blown around the room.

Lin Qinghan sat beside an assembly line covered in grease.

The blue anti-static clothing he was wearing was so dirty that its original color was no longer visible.

The cuffs and collar were completely soaked in black machine oil.

Because of his serious criminal record for economic crimes, and because he had offended Xingchen Venture Capital.

She couldn't even find a job sweeping the streets in Jianghai City.

For that pitiful fifty yuan a day.

To buy food for my parents, who have lost an arm and are bedridden.

She had no choice but to rely on a shady intermediary to come to this underground factory that didn't even have a name.

I work fourteen hours a day.

There is no employment contract, and no protection whatsoever.

Lin Qinghan lowered her head.

Dry, tangled hair was casually tied back with a broken rubber band.

That face that was once maintained with skincare products costing tens of thousands of yuan.

Now he is sallow and emaciated.

His cheekbones were high and prominent, and his eye sockets were deep-set, making him look like a skeleton covered in skin.

The conveyor belt on the assembly line keeps rolling forward.

One by one, burr-covered metal parts were brought to her.

Her job was to use pliers to break off the burrs and then assemble them with screws.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Those slender hands that were once only used for signing documents and doing manicures.

It is now covered with countless bloody gashes.

Some wounds had become infected and some were still oozing fresh blood.

Engine oil mixed with sweat flowed into the wound.

The pain was so intense that her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Hurry up! The rest of the shipments are blocked!"

The middle-aged female worker next to her nudged her with her elbow impatiently.

The force was so great that it knocked Lin Qinghan off balance.

The metal part in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound.

The parts on the conveyor belt kept piling up.

Lin Qinghan frantically picked up the parts from the ground.

My fingers just touched the cold metal.

A large foot wearing heavy work boots suddenly stepped on the back of her hand.

The rough soles of the shoes crushed her battered flesh relentlessly.

"what!"

Lin Qinghan gasped in pain and let out a short scream.

Tears welled up instantly, leaving two white streaks on her oil-stained face.

She looked up.

They ran head-on into a mountain of flesh.

Workshop foreman Wang Pangzi.

A man with a face full of scars and a waist as thick as a water bucket.

He was holding a tattered rag covered in engine oil.

He was staring down at her, his triangular eyes flashing with a vicious light.

"What are you yelling about! Are we at a funeral?"

Fatty Wang moved his foot away.

Lin Qinghan had a purplish-black bruise on the back of her hand, and blood was seeping from the broken skin.

"Look at the work you've done!"

Fatty Wang pointed at the mountain of parts piled up on the conveyor belt, spitting on Lin Qinghan's face.

"You're the slowest on the whole assembly line!"

"I hired you to work, not to be a pampered mistress!"

"Do you still think you're the same CEO Lin who sits in an office?"

"Pah!"

He spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm onto the cement ground at Lin Qinghan's feet.

Lin Qinghan bit her dry, chapped lower lip.

My stomach was cramping intermittently due to prolonged hunger and overwork.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't even straighten her back.

Her lips trembled as she tried to plead for mercy.

"Team leader... I'm sorry... I'll get right away..."

Her voice was hoarse, like it was being rubbed against a rough cement floor.

"My hand hurts a little... I'll speed things up..."

"Please don't deduct my wages for today. My dad needs the money to buy medicine..."

Fatty Wang sneered, his fat jiggling.

"Buying medicine? You're a jinx who brings death to entire families, why would you care about other people's lives?"

He grabbed Lin Qinghan by the collar.

The rough force pulled her up from the dilapidated stool.

Lin Qinghan's legs went weak and she couldn't stand up at all, so he could only lift her up in mid-air.

The female workers around stopped what they were doing and watched the scene indifferently.

No one sympathized with her.

In this dark and dreary factory, sympathy is the cheapest waste product.

"Let me tell you, if you don't meet today's production target, forget about fifty yuan, you won't get a single penny!"

Fatty Wang glared at her fiercely.

"You clumsy good-for-nothing, what can you do besides eat rice for free?"

Lin Qinghan's tears fell in large drops.

Humiliation was like a dull knife, slowly tearing away at her remaining self-respect.

She remembered five years ago.

Chen Yuan worked three jobs outside, and he was so tired every day that his hands trembled when he held chopsticks.

When I get home, she complains that I smell of sweat.

How did Chen Yuan get through that time?

Is she like this now, being pointed at and called trash, with no chance to even talk back?

retribution.

It's all retribution.

"Team leader... I beg you..."

Lin Qinghan gripped Wang Pangzi's arm tightly with both hands, making a final struggle.

"I can't live without this money... I'm begging you..."

Fatty Wang looked at her persistent and clingy manner.

The disgust in his eyes finally erupted.

He abruptly shook off Lin Qinghan's hand.

The thick arm swung in a wide arc in mid-air.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Snapped!

A loud, solid slap landed hard on Lin Qinghan's thin left cheek.

That slap was extremely powerful.

It sent Lin Qinghan flying.

His frail body crashed heavily onto the iron basket piled with discarded parts next to him.

It made a loud "bang".

The sharp edge of the metal cut her forehead.

Blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his brow bone and into his eyes.

My vision was stained a tragic, blood-red hue.

Lin Qinghan lay on the cold cement floor.

My ears were ringing, and my head felt dazed, as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer.

The left side of his face swelled up rapidly, leaving five clear red finger marks.

My lips were cracked, and blood mixed with the smell of engine oil spread in my mouth.

She struggled to get up, but her hands were too weak to support her weight.

It could only pant painfully on the ground like a dying stray dog.

Fatty Wang pointed at her condescendingly, mercilessly crushing the last shred of her dignity.

The team leader pointed at Lin Qinghan, who had been knocked to the ground, and cursed, "If you can't do the job, get out and sell yourself! You useless piece of trash, hogging the job without doing anything!"