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

A sharp screech pierced the damp darkness beneath the overpass.

The vibrations between the concrete bridge piers were painful to the eardrums of onlookers.

Gu Ziang's face contorted in pain.

A piece of bloody flesh was torn off the already festering left wrist.

Crimson blood dripped down Lin Qinghan's chin.

It dripped onto the crushed, dirty steamed bun.

"Ah—! You crazy woman! Let go of me!"

Gu Ziang waved his right hand, which had lost its index finger.

It was like wielding a blunt weapon, smashing it wildly against Lin Qinghan's back of the head and temples.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thuds of flesh colliding continued one after another.

Lin Qinghan's forehead was quickly bruised and purple.

But she was like a trapped beast that had lost the ability to feel pain.

It didn't loosen up; instead, it bit even deeper.

The teeth ground against the bone with a chilling crunching sound.

She poured out the grievances of the past five years, the humiliation of bankruptcy, and the abyss of missing out on Chen Yuan.

All of it was vented in that one bite.

If it weren't for this good-for-nothing who only knows how to scam money.

She should be sitting on that multi-million dollar leather sofa at Genting Highlands right now.

Enjoying the fruit that Chen Yuan had peeled himself, she was envied and worshipped by all the wealthy ladies in Jianghai City.

Now, she can only be like a beggar, rolling around in the mud for half a moldy bun.

Hatred transformed into primal violence, dominating her battered and bruised body.

"Someone's been killed! Call the police!"

Some people in the crowd gasped in surprise and stepped back.

They were afraid of getting their blood splattered all over them.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce struggle, rolling around in the sewage puddle and turning into a bloody mess.

Waaah—waaah—!

The sharp, high-pitched sirens ripped through the noise of the street.

Two patrol cars with red and blue flashing lights came to an abrupt stop outside the overpass.

The wheels rubbed against the asphalt road, kicking up a pungent, burnt smell.

Four uniformed police officers deftly opened the car door.

He strode across the crowd of onlookers.

"Stop! Police! Everyone, get down!"

The authoritative rebuke carried an oppressive force that left no room for resistance.

Two strong police officers rushed forward.

One person held down Gu Ziang's waving arm.

The other person gripped Lin Qinghan's jawbone tightly, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Qinghan was forcibly pulled away.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and froth mixed with bits of flesh.

His chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows.

He slumped on the muddy ground, which reeked of urine and rottenness, panting heavily.

Gu Ziang clutched his wrist, which was bitten and was now bloody and mangled.

He was in so much pain that he rolled around on the ground.

He was still muttering incoherent curses.

"Officer...she's trying to kill me...this crazy woman is going to bite me to death..."

The officer in charge frowned.

They looked at the two filthy, blood-soaked people with disgust.

He took out a portable police terminal and quickly scanned the faces of the two men.

drop.

Two lines of bold red text appeared on the terminal screen.

The officer glanced at the information on the screen, and his face instantly turned cold.

"Lin Qinghan, former legal representative of the Lin Group, is suspected of multiple cases of economic fraud and refusal to comply with court judgments, and has been listed as a Class A dishonest person subject to enforcement."

He read the information on the screen.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a death knell, striking Lin Qinghan on the top of the head.

The onlookers were immediately in an uproar.

"Isn't that Mr. Lin, the bankrupt CEO? He's fallen into such a sorry state!"

"I heard she drove away her super-rich fiancé, she deserved it!"

These harsh comments hurt even more than the punch that Gu Ziang had just delivered to his head.

Lin Qinghan covered her face, which was covered in mud and water, with her hands.

I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself right there.

The officer's gaze shifted to Gu Ziang, who was convulsing on the ground.

The red warning on the screen was even more glaring.

"Gu Ziang is suspected of money laundering and intentional assault. He assaulted medical staff while on medical parole and fled the scene."

"He has now been identified as a mentally unstable criminal with severe violent tendencies."

The police officer gave a cold laugh.

He took two cold handcuffs off his waist.

"A deadbeat and a fugitive, it's convenient to have them together."

He made a hand gesture to the police officer next to him.

"Cuff him! Take him away!"

Click.

The crisp sound of metal gears meshing shattered Lin Qinghan's last shred of illusion.

The cold handcuffs locked her wrists tightly.

The skin was chafed, and a ring of fine beads of blood oozed out.

She did not resist, nor did she have the strength to resist.

She let two police officers hold her arms and drag her towards the police car like a dead body.

On the other side, upon hearing the words "mental disorder," Gu Zi'ang suddenly began to struggle violently.

"I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! She's the one who ruined me!"

The police wouldn't listen to his nonsense.

They pulled a thick white restraint suit directly from the trunk of the police car.

Divide it in no time.

They bound Gu Zi'ang tightly, like wrapping a rice dumpling.

Even his crippled arm was tied behind his back, rendering him unable to move.

"Send him to the intensive care unit of a suburban mental hospital and keep him under strict supervision."

The officer gave the final instructions.

Gu Ziang was roughly shoved into a police car.

Through the wire mesh window, his half-blind eye was still fixed on Lin Qinghan's direction.

His eyes were filled with a chilling resentment and madness.

Lin Qinghan was put into another police car.

The car door made a dull thud.

It isolated them from the pointing fingers and mocking laughter of the crowd outside.

The carriage was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

She leaned against the cold car window.

Outside the glass, the neon lights of Jianghai City still shone brightly.

Giant screens on the exterior walls of skyscrapers.

The video is still playing on a loop showcasing Xingchen Venture Capital's impressive track record of acquiring various companies.

Chen Yuan's business empire, which he never even showed his face in.

Like an insurmountable mountain, it pressed her firmly into the mud, never to rise again.

The spasms in her stomach dried up all her tears.

She looked at her hands, which were covered in scars and grime.

He glanced again at the reflective handcuffs on his wrist.

As the police car's iron gate slammed shut, Lin Qinghan looked out at the bustling city of Jianghai through the iron bars of the window, finally letting out a bitter, utterly despairing laugh: "It's over... everything's over..."