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

The low laughter dissipated in the spacious, temperature-controlled cabin of the Maybach.

Outside the car window, the bustling night view of Jianghai City rushed past.

It turned into a blurry string of light and shadow.

The scene abruptly ends amidst this exquisite warmth.

The camera lens is like a knife falling straight down from the clouds.

It brutally sliced ​​open another side of the city.

An underground electronics factory on the outskirts of Jianghai City, in a suburban area.

The pungent smell of engine oil mixed with the burnt odor of cheap solder made one's eyes sting.

The stamping press made a deafening banging sound.

"You jinx! I've had the worst luck today!"

Workshop foreman Wang Pangzi's face, full of fat, turned bright red.

He kicked over the assembly basket in front of Lin Qinghan.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of tiny, burr-covered metal parts were scattered all over the ground.

It rolled into the dark, murky oil ditch.

Lin Qinghan knelt on the ground, her hands trembling like leaves.

The blue anti-static work clothes were soaked with sweat and oil, clinging tightly to his thin body.

Her hands, which once wore hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of hand cream.

At this moment, it was covered with countless thin, bloody cuts.

Some wounds had become infected, and the surrounding skin and flesh were rolled back, revealing a disgusting pale color.

Due to long hours of high-intensity assembly line work.

Her fingers had long been numb and stiff; she had lost her grip and dropped an entire expensive motherboard into the scrap bin.

"Team leader... I'm sorry... I'll compensate you..."

Lin Qinghan's chapped lips trembled violently, and his throat made a hissing sound.

She didn't even have the strength to look up and look directly at Fatty Wang.

My stomach, having not eaten a full meal for three days, was convulsing like a meat grinder.

"Compensate? What are you going to use to compensate me!"

Fatty Wang spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm at Lin Qinghan's feet.

"You worthless wretch, you've been working for a week, and you're slower than an eighty-year-old woman!"

"Not only did you drag the whole team down and get your performance bonuses docked, but you also dared to ruin a batch of my goods today!"

He grabbed Lin Qinghan by the collar and lifted her off the ground.

Lin Qinghan's legs were dangling in the air, and the feeling of suffocation made her open her mouth wide, gasping for breath like a dying fish.

"If you can't do it, get out and sell yourself! You're just a useless piece of trash, hogging the job!"

Fatty Wang treated it like a bag of stinking garbage.

They swung her directly at the metal door of the workshop.

boom!

Lin Qinghan slammed heavily against the door frame, making a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

My bones feel like they're about to fall apart.

She collapsed to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of acidic liquid mixed with blood.

"Security! Throw her out!"

"Her entire week's wages are to be deducted as compensation; she's not allowed to receive a single penny!"

Several burly security guards rushed up.

They completely disregarded her life or death.

They grabbed her arms from both sides and dragged her along the rough cement ground.

Lin Qinghan's knees were scraped raw, leaving a long, bloody gash.

She didn't even have the strength to cry.

He could only watch helplessly as his fifty yuan daily wage vanished into thin air.

"thump!"

She was violently thrown out of the factory's large iron gate.

It crashed onto the uneven dirt road outside the door.

He smelled sour and pungent.

Suffering from hunger and cold.

The cold wind of early winter cut like razor blades across her pale cheeks.

Lin Qinghan lay in the mud, almost completely exhausted, barely able to move a finger.

In order to survive.

She could only be like a stray dog ​​whose leg had been broken.

He braced himself with his hands on the ground and climbed step by step towards the overpass not far away.

There are several green trash cans there.

Perhaps we can find half a cold steamed bun that the workers had left over.

The area under the overpass is perpetually shrouded in darkness.

The air was thick with the smells of urine and rotten sauerkraut.

Lin Qinghan leaned on the bridge pier and struggled to her feet.

My fingers just barely touched the edge of the trash can.

Sudden.

From the shadows in the corner, came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Immediately afterwards, a stench of rotting flesh, even more repulsive than that of a garbage can, assaulted my senses.

Lin Qinghan felt a churning in her stomach and abruptly covered her mouth and nose.

She turned around in horror.

By the faint glow of the streetlights in the distance.

She saw a beggar huddled in a tattered cardboard box.

The man was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket whose color was indistinguishable.

The hair was matted into hard, black felt, emitting a pungent, rancid smell.

Hearing the noise, the beggar slowly raised his head.

The moment I saw that face clearly.

Lin Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply, and her breathing completely stopped in her chest.

That face could no longer be called a human face.

Half of his face was ulcerated and suppurating due to severe infection.

Yellowish-green pus dripped down his chin.

One eye was so swollen that it was barely a slit, and the white of the other eye was covered with terrifying red blood vessels.

And that right hand that was supporting itself on the ground.

A finger was missing, and an ugly black scab had formed over the wound.

Gu Zi'ang.

This was the white moonlight that once made her run away from her wedding and trample Chen Yuan's dignity underfoot.

That glamorous idol on stage.

It has turned into this inhuman, ghostly appearance!

He recently went insane in the detention center after contracting sepsis from a severed finger.

He was deemed mentally unstable by the police and forcibly sent to a shelter.

Unexpectedly, he escaped from the shelter.

He hid under this overpass and became a beggar.

The gears of fate meshed at this moment.

Two people who were once arrogant were thrown into this pile of foul-smelling garbage at the same time.

Lin Qinghan's fingers suddenly twitched.

The half-eaten, dusty, cold steamed bun that I had just picked up from the edge of the trash can fell to the ground.

It rolled and tumbled to Gu Ziang's feet.

Gu Zi'ang's eye that was half blind.

He stared intently at the dirty steamed bun.

A frenzied green light, like that of a hungry wolf, burst forth from his eyes.

He didn't recognize the dark-skinned, thin woman in the cleaning uniform at all.

He now has only one thought in his mind.

eat.

I'll die if I don't eat.

He was like a mad dog that had smelled blood.

He pounced on it, using both his hands and feet.

He grabbed the muddy steamed bun, not even bothering to brush off the dust.

They stuffed it directly into that festering mouth.

Gu Zi'ang stared intently at the half-soiled steamed bun in Lin Qinghan's hand, a low, beast-like growl emanating from his throat: "You bitch...give me the food!"