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

The dryness in my throat reached its peak the moment I asked the question.

Her peach blossom eyes, which usually carried a hint of timidity.

At this moment, he stared intently at Chen Yuan as if he had seen a ghost.

The black meteorite iron kitchen knife was casually tossed on the edge of the coffee table.

The cold, blue light reflected off the blade stung Shen Wanzhou's nerves.

Chen Yuan did not rush to answer.

He picked up a pure silver engraved toothpick.

It was slowly and deliberately inserted into the small, neatly cut piece of apple flesh on the plate.

My arm is slightly raised.

With his large, well-defined hand, he brought the apple, still wet with juice, to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

The sweet aroma of the fruit fills the nostrils.

"Eat an apple, don't just stare at the screen."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and calm, carrying a serenity that could soothe any turmoil.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth blankly.

She bit off a piece of apple with her pearly teeth, chewing as mechanically as an emotionless cog.

"Back then, I casually typed a few lines of code and patched a data vulnerability for Tencent."

Chen Yuan grabbed a wet wipe and wiped away a bit of juice from his fingertips.

His tone was so calm, as if he were just saying he bought a bunch of scallions this morning.

"The other party insisted on giving us some shares as a reward for their help."

"They're all useless empty titles, nothing to make a fuss about."

Shen Wanzhou almost choked to death on the apple piece in her mouth.

What does it mean to casually type a few lines of code?

What does it mean to force some shares on someone as a "hardship fee"?

That's a 20% controlling stake in the Penguin Empire!

It's a powerful tool that can shake up the entire Chinese internet community!

She looked at the man in front of her, dressed in pajamas, slowly wiping his hands.

I felt like my values ​​were being rubbed into the ground in such a nonchalant way.

In this manor, he was still the butler who would frown if she ate an extra piece of cake.

But in the vast world outside the manor.

He is already an absolute god who can turn the world upside down and make things happen at will.

The image is like a sharp blade.

The sunlight cut directly through the Cloud Top Manor.

It fell into a dark corner of the Jianghai City suburban detention center, dozens of kilometers away.

In the common room.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant and the acidic smell of stale sweat.

Large patches of white plaster have peeled off the corner of the wall, revealing the rough red brick underneath.

A dozen or so detainees wearing yellow vests were sitting sparsely on a few long benches.

An old television with a blurry picture is overhead, playing the midday news.

Lin Jianguo and Wang Guilan huddled in the back corner.

The two were convicted of causing trouble, vandalism, looting, and arson at the Sunshine Orphanage.

In addition, he got into a fight with someone over scrap metal while he was homeless on the street.

He was detained by the police for fifteen days.

Lin Jianguo's right hand, with its fingers severed, was haphazardly wrapped with several turns of yellowish bandage.

The wound was not changed on time, and disgusting pus and blood oozed from it.

He was hunched over, his hair so white it looked like a clump of withered grass.

Wang Guilan had completely lost her former air of a wealthy lady.

The filthy clothes, whose original color was no longer discernible, clung to his body.

His face was covered in unwashed dirt and frostbite.

"Old Lin, when can we get out of here...?"

Wang Guilan's lips trembled as she stared intently at the half-eaten steamed bun in the prisoner's hand.

My stomach was churning with acid, and it burned like needles.

Lin Jianguo ignored her.

His cloudy, lifeless eyes were staring blankly at the broken television on the wall.

Sudden.

The television screen switched to an urgent national financial news broadcast.

Breaking news! The identity of the mysterious president of Xingchen Venture Capital has been officially revealed!

"Ma Huayun, the head of Tencent, personally posted an article to pay tribute to Chairman Chen of Star Venture Capital."

"It is understood that Mr. Chen Yuan not only holds trillions of yuan in capital from Xingchen Venture Capital."

"And he's also the second-largest shareholder of the Tencent empire, a fact he's kept hidden for many years!"

The female anchor's high-pitched and passionate voice came through the cheap speaker.

It vibrated back and forth in the empty activity room.

On the screen, a GIF of Chen Yuan's perfectly cool profile at the financial summit was displayed.

There's also Ma Huayun's tribute Weibo post that triggered a massive online outcry.

"Clatter."

Lin Jianguo's intact left hand was originally gripping the edge of the bench tightly.

But at that moment, it loosened as if it had been electrocuted.

He lost his balance and slid down the wooden bench onto the cold cement floor.

He tilted his head back, the veins on his neck bulging with extreme shock.

His eyeballs bulged out so tightly that they looked as if they might fall out of their sockets at any moment.

"Chen...Chen Yuan..."

He made a series of hoarse, broken sounds coming from his throat.

It's like a broken bellows leaking air.

Wang Guilan froze upon hearing the name.

She scrambled and crawled towards the area under the television.

Clinging to the cold, hard iron bars, he stared intently at the familiar face on the screen.

It was Chen Yuan.

He was the man who had spent the last five years in the basement of the Lin family villa, washing clothes, cooking, and being called a poor, worthless piece of trash by her.

The live-in son-in-law whom Lin Qinghan abandoned like trash at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

just now.

What does the news say about him?

The big boss of Star Ventures? The second largest shareholder of Tencent?

A living god of wealth who holds trillions of dollars in capital?

"No...this can't be real...it must be someone with the same name!"

Wang Guilan shook her head desperately, biting her chapped lips until they bled.

A fishy-sweet taste spread through my mouth.

But she would still recognize that face, that profile that was cold to the bone, even if it turned to ashes.

The owner of that face once lived in the dead of winter.

In order to cook a pot of stomach-soothing soup for Lin Qinghan, his hands were covered with chilblains from the cold.

She once slapped the tea that was being served to her, causing it to spill.

The scalding hot tea was splashed on the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch.

How did she scold him back then?

"That gigolo will never get to sit at the Lin family's table in his entire life!"

But now.

It's not that they can't climb onto the Lin family's table.

They can trample and knead the entire commercial landscape of Jianghai City at will!

Lin Jianguo slumped to the ground, pounding his chest with his festering, severed hand.

Immense regret is like a barbed knife.

It was writhing wildly inside his internal organs.

If they hadn't driven Chen Yuan away back then.

If only they had shown Chen Yuan even the slightest respect back then.

Now they sit in front of the television and receive the city's worship.

It's him, Lin Jianguo!

The Lin family will not only not go bankrupt, but will become the most prestigious family in all of China.

He can drive a Rolls-Royce and live in a palace even more luxurious than Genting Highlands.

All their wealth and glory were smashed to pieces by their own hands.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its own right.

It was torn out of Wang Guilan's throat.

The shock caused the other prisoners in the activity room to cover their ears.

This is no longer just simple regret.

This is an extreme form of pain, like throwing a person's soul into a frying pan and frying it repeatedly.

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

Looking at her crippled husband on the ground, who was worse off than a beggar.

Then look at Chen Yuan on the television screen, radiant and aloof.

All psychological defenses collapsed completely in that instant.

Wang Guilan's eyes rolled back, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream before slamming her head against the iron bars of the detention center: "What a tragedy! Our Lin family has driven our god of wealth out of the house!"