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

The vulgar and vicious curses drowned out the rumbling noise of the stamping machines in the workshop.

The murky air, thick with the smell of engine oil, suffocated Lin Qinghan's chest.

She lay on the cold, damp cement floor.

The left side of my face was swollen high, and a burning pain spread along my gums.

Blood seeping from the corner of her mouth mixed with bloodstains on her forehead, obscuring half of her vision.

The female workers around them, all wearing the same blue anti-static suits, didn't even lift their eyelids.

Numbly repeating the mechanical assembly actions in his hands.

Here, no one cares about dignity, and no one cares about tears.

Lin Qinghan's chapped lips trembled slightly.

If it were six months ago...

Someone dared to point at her nose and call her a piece of trash.

She had long since adopted the airs of a female CEO and sued this man until he was bankrupt.

But now.

Her parents are still lying under the leaky bridge, waiting for the fifty yuan to buy moldy steamed buns.

Lin Qinghan didn't retaliate, nor did she even raise her hand to cover her swollen face.

She was like a stray dog ​​that had lost its spine.

He struggled to his knees, bracing himself against the ground covered in iron filings and engine oil.

My knees rubbed against the rough cement floor, and the broken skin oozed a little blood.

"Sorry, team leader... I'll pick it up... I'll get to work right away..."

She kept her head down, her voice hoarse as if she had a handful of sand in it.

With trembling hands, he picked up the scattered metal parts on the ground.

The sharp metal burrs pierced her already bloodied fingertips without any resistance.

The stinging pain in my fingers is like a knife to my heart.

She was forced to bite her lower lip tightly, swallowing her sobs.

Tears fell onto the greasy assembly line.

Tiny black water droplets splashed up.

Fatty Wang snorted and spat on the ground.

"Hurry up! If you delay any further, I'll skin you alive!"

He turned and walked towards another parking space, grumbling and cursing.

Noon.

The shrill sound of the end-of-work bell rang over the factory.

The female workers surged into the canteen like a tide.

Lin Qinghan dragged her leaden legs, walking at the very back of the crowd.

The cafeteria was filled with the smell of sour cabbage.

The ground was littered with discarded toilet paper and crushed food scraps.

She was carrying a plastic food bowl with a chipped corner.

I ordered a free serving of boiled radish and huddled in the corner next to a broken wooden table.

Even though it was such unpalatable pig feed, she stuffed it into her mouth in big gulps.

Because I didn't eat, I didn't have the energy to work those seven hours on the assembly line in the afternoon.

In the very center of the cafeteria hangs a worn-out, secondhand television with a yellowed screen.

They usually play noisy rural romance dramas.

Today, for the first time ever, they broadcast the news channel of Jianghai City.

"The following is a breaking news report from our city."

"This morning, the Jianghai City Annual Outstanding Entrepreneur Award Ceremony was held in the Municipal Auditorium."

"This conference has attracted much attention, and the mayor personally presented the Annual Economic Leader Award trophy to the president of Xingchen Venture Capital..."

The news anchor's clear and articulate voice cut through the noise of the cafeteria.

Lin Qinghan's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stiffened.

She almost broke the cheap plastic chopstick in her hand.

Star Ventures.

These four words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing her nerves.

She stiffly raised her head.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the yellowish television screen.

In the picture, the municipal auditorium is resplendent in gold.

A red carpet was laid out, surrounded by flowers.

Amid thunderous applause, a man in a pure black bespoke suit walked confidently onto the podium.

Broad, upright shoulders, deep-set, aloof eyes.

He exudes an aura of absolute superiority, as if he tramples everything under his feet.

It was Chen Yuan.

The mayor, beaming, presented the gold trophy, symbolizing the highest honor in Jianghai City's business community, with both hands.

It was handed to him respectfully.

Those sitting below the stage were all top-tier dignitaries whom Lin Qinghan had tried so hard to curry favor with, but who had never even been able to meet.

At this moment, all those crocodiles craned their necks.

His eyes were filled with undisguised fervor and awe.

It was as if the person standing on the stage was not a person, but a god who controlled life and death.

Lin Qinghan stared blankly at the screen.

The half-chewed white radish fell out of his mouth and landed on his dirty work pants.

At that moment, a wave of cramping pain in my stomach surged forth.

She was in so much pain that her face contorted, and she pressed her hands tightly against her abdomen.

The grandeur of the auditorium and the sour canteen of the underground factory form one of the cruelest contrasts in the world.

She looked at the radiant man on the screen.

Countless images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

Five years ago, on a winter night, that man was wearing a faded coat.

He waited for her downstairs for three hours, holding a piece of shoddy strawberry cake in his hand.

Just to get a perfunctory "Happy Birthday" from her.

Every time she had a stomachache, that man would be in the kitchen late at night.

She sat by a pot of bubbling medicinal soup, her eyes bloodshot from the effort.

How did she treat him back then?

She trampled his dignity into the mud.

They looked down on him, calling him a poor, useless good-for-nothing who only knew how to work around the stove.

On the day they got their marriage certificate, she pushed away the umbrella that Gu Ziang, that liar, was holding up for her.

original.

She didn't push away a useless butler.

Instead, he was a billionaire tycoon who was willing to hide all his sharpness for her sake.

She was once only one step away from becoming the queen of Jianghai City.

If only she had turned around and taken his hand.

Now, standing on that podium, enjoying the adulation of thousands.

It's her, Lin Qinghan.

but.

She smashed all the favoritism and privileges to pieces with her own hands.

A profound sense of loss and deep-seated regret.

It turned into a bucket of aqua regia, completely corroding the last thread of reason in her mind.

My heart felt as if it were being ripped apart alive, and blood flowed back into my limbs and bones.

"No...this isn't real..."

Lin Qinghan fell off the long bench.

His knee slammed heavily onto the oil-stained floor tiles.

She crawled toward the television like a madwoman, using both hands and feet.

The female workers around were so frightened that they scattered as if they were avoiding a terrible plague.

She climbed down to the bottom of the television.

He stretched out his hands, which were covered in engine oil and blood.

I want to touch that unattainable figure on the screen.

"Chen Yuan...look at me..."

"I'm your fiancée!"

She was crying and laughing at the same time, and blood gushed from her chapped lips.

Tears flowed like a burst dam, washing away the grime and grease from my face.

Two gruesome black marks were left behind.

but.

The man on the screen simply accepted the trophy with a nonchalant air.

He didn't even spare a glance for the camera.

That indifference that strips away the past completely.

It was more despairing for her than being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces with a knife.

My vision went completely blurred.

Tears of regret stung her eyes like needles.

Lin Qinghan stared intently at the radiant man on the screen, tears mingling with engine oil as she cried out in a heart-wrenching wail that drowned out the machine's roar: "Chen Yuan! That's my Chen Yuan!"