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

A dull thud echoed through the cold, damp corridor.

The iron doors of the surrounding cells also hummed loudly.

The prison guard standing nearby reacted quickly.

His thigh, clad in black combat boots, suddenly slammed forward.

The thick arm grabbed Wang Guilan by the back of her prison uniform collar and pulled her back half a meter.

But the immense inertia still caused her forehead to slam against the edge of the rusty iron railing.

With a "bang".

The skin and flesh were instantly torn apart by the rough sheet metal.

A two-inch-long gash ran across the area above the brow bone.

Bright red blood mixed with the grease from her unwashed hair flowed down her withered cheeks.

It dripped onto the cement floor, spreading into a dark red stain.

"What are you doing! If you want to die, go back to your cell and die, don't cause trouble here!"

The prison guard shouted sternly, slamming his black baton heavily against the iron bars.

The ear-piercing metallic clanging sound made one's eardrums tingle.

Wang Guilan seemed to have all her bones removed.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the cold floor like a rag doll.

She didn't even bother to wipe the blood from her forehead.

Those triangular eyes, which had always been filled with snobbery and calculation, were now just empty, lifeless vacant eyes.

On the television screen, the joint statement from Star Ventures and Tencent continued to play.

Chen Yuan, who used to fawn over her every day and be called a "poor son-in-law" by her.

The man who even complained about how stingy she was when he bought her a massage device.

Now we stand at the very top of the pyramid in Jianghai City.

Holding trillions of dollars in capital, he enjoys the worship of the city's elite.

With just a word from him, he could buy up hundreds of former Lin Group companies.

And this real Buddha originally lived in her house and was devoted to her daughter!

If only she hadn't been so materialistic and prejudiced against the poor.

If only she and her daughter hadn't promoted that pretty boy Gu Ziang to the skies back then.

Now I live in Genting Manor, served by dozens of bodyguards, and eat delicacies every day.

It's her, Wang Guilan!

"My gold mine... my money tree..."

Wang Guilan pounded her fists on the cement ground and wailed loudly.

There was no sadness of losing a loved one in the cries; it was only the heart-wrenching pain of watching one's immense wealth and status crumble before one's own eyes.

My intestines were churning wildly inside my stomach.

The poison of regret flowed through his bloodstream to every part of his body.

Lin Jianguo huddled in another corner of the visiting room.

The right hand, with its severed finger and wrapped in blackened gauze, was tightly clutching its chest.

He looked at Chen Yuan's cold, stern face on the television.

His breathing sounded like a broken bellows, making a hissing noise.

The flesh on his old face twitched violently from extreme remorse.

He recalled the words he had spoken to Chen Yuan in a condescending manner at the dinner table.

"Young people need to recognize their place. In this family, you're just a decoration that lives off my daughter."

Looking back now.

Those words were like resounding slaps, a hundredfold or even a thousandfold, striking back at his own old face.

He was humiliated and stripped of all dignity.

That man didn't rely on the Lin family for his livelihood; he was the one who used his unfathomable resources to bail out the Lin family, which was like a sinking ship!

This family actually treated a giant dragon capable of devouring heaven and earth as if it were a mudfish, trampling it underfoot.

"It's too late...it's all too late..."

Lin Jianguo's turbid tears streamed down his wrinkles and dripped onto his filthy prison uniform.

He struggled to crawl toward Wang Guilan and wrapped his arms around her shoulder with his intact left hand.

Two once-glorious elders from wealthy families in Jianghai City.

At this moment, they were like two stray dogs, embracing each other and weeping on the cold, icy floor of the detention center.

The cries were incredibly heart-wrenching, echoing throughout the corridor.

But it didn't elicit even the slightest sympathy from the surrounding prison guards.

All he got in return were a few disdainful and indifferent glances.

There's no such thing as a cure for regret in this world.

The bitter fruit of one's own actions must be swallowed, even if it comes with blood.

The screen switches.

Thirty kilometers away, on the mountainside, lies the Cloud Top Manor.

The early summer breeze, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees from the mountains and forests, seeps through the large French-style floor-to-ceiling windows.

The faint scent of white tea diffuser in the living room was dissipated.

Sunlight cast a layer of shimmering gold on the carpet.

Chen Yuan was wearing a loose, pure white linen shirt.

The cuffs were casually rolled up on his forearms, revealing his strong and smooth muscle lines.

He leaned back in the large leather sofa.

He held in his hand the legendary sword "Dragon Scale," which he had won from the culinary competition.

The black meteorite iron blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the sunlight.

It's so sharp that it can cut you in half even if the wind blows by.

At this moment, this sacred object drove renowned chefs across Asia wild.

Chen Yuan was casually peeling a plump, juicy peach.

The blade traced along the fruit peel.

The peach skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, fell gracefully into the crystal trash can next to it.

The juice of the fruit pulp is perfectly locked inside the cell walls, without spilling even a single drop.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a cream-colored home knit sweater.

Barefoot, with her delicate white feet, she curled up in a corner of the sofa.

She was holding the Pikachu plushie that had practically become her own body in her arms.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at Chen Yuan's slender fingers.

My gaze followed his movements as he peeled the fruit.

Occasionally, she would secretly glance up at his deep profile.

A faint pink tinge emanated from the base of her ears.

Ever since he publicly declared his ownership of her at the dinner party that day, and then posted that photo of her wiping her mouth online.

Shen Wanzhou discovered that her resistance to this man had completely dropped to a negative number.

As long as he sits next to me.

That addictive sense of security is like a warm, thick blanket.

She was completely wrapped up.

"Mr. Chen."

The tranquility was broken by the steady, powerful sound of leather shoes from the corner of the living room.

The security captain, Eagle, strode over.

He stopped three meters away from the sofa and bowed slightly.

He glanced at Chen Yuan, who was focused on peeling fruit, and then at Miss Shen, who was as obedient as a cat.

He lowered his voice slightly.

"The message came from the Municipal Bureau."

"Lin Jianguo and Wang Guilan saw the news report about you while they were in the detention center."

The eagle's tone carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"The old woman couldn't take the shock and slammed her head against the iron railing, requiring five stitches."

"Now the two of them are like madmen, crying and begging for their parents inside every day, calling out your name."

They said that if you would just give them a meeting, they would be willing to kowtow and apologize to you.

Upon hearing the name "Lin family".

Shen Wanzhou unconsciously tightened her grip on Pikachu.

The knuckles were slightly white.

The softness in her peach blossom eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, guarded look befitting the head of a tycoon.

That was the vampire who had once ruthlessly exploited her man.

She absolutely would not allow those filthy things to come near Chen Yuan again.

Chen Yuan's hands did not pause for a moment.

The sharp dragon scale knife smoothly sliced ​​off the last piece of fruit peel.

He cut the peaches into evenly sized pieces and arranged them neatly on a white porcelain plate.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

His deep black eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

There was no ecstatic joy of avenging a great enemy.

There was no pity for those tragic scenes.

There wasn't even a trace of satisfaction in seeking revenge.

It's like listening to an eagle give its morning weather forecast.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, the Lin family members had long since become a pile of worthless waste.

Their lives and deaths, their regrets.

It's not even worth stirring the slightest ripple in his emotions.

If Eagle hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that these two people even existed in the world.

"You don't need to report this kind of junk information to me anymore."

Chen Yuan placed the plate of sliced ​​fruit on the coffee table.

It was pushed in front of Shen Wanzhou.

His voice was deep and flat, exuding an absolute ruthlessness that seemed to have uprooted the past completely.

"Without my permission, they will never be able to step out of the bottom of society in their entire lives."

"Let them sit in the sewers and reflect on how they ruined such a good hand."

The eagle's expression hardened, and it immediately lowered its head in agreement.

He knew that this was Mr. Chen's style of doing things.

I won't kill you, but I'll strip you of all hope, leaving you to endure the rest of your decades in endless regret.

This is a thousand times more cruel than simply stabbing someone.

The eagle wisely withdrew from the living room.

The hall returned to its previous tranquility.

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting next to him and had quietly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing those heartless words.

This cat's little thoughts were all written in its eyes.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out, his rough fingertips gently brushing against the stray hairs by Shen Wanzhou's ear.

His actions were full of unyielding indulgence.

Chen Yuan pushed the plate of cut fruit in front of Shen Wanzhou and wiped his hands with a wet wipe: "There's no need to mention the garbage of the past anymore. From now on, no one from the Lin family deserves to appear in my ears again."