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

A deep voice echoed through the luxurious Royal Theatre.

It carries an absolute arrogance that tramples all fame and fortune underfoot.

Chen Yuan did not linger.

His tall, broad back passed through the group of dumbfounded Western celebrities.

He pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door on the side.

Accompanied by the crisp clanging sound of metal latches.

He shut out all the gasps and worship in the hall completely.

The nights in Paris are not as romantic as rumored.

The cold rain of early autumn pattered on the ancient bluestone streets.

The streetlights emitted a dim, yellowish glow.

Rainwater dripped down the branches and leaves of the plane trees.

The water pooled on the ground, forming puddles that were stained with oil.

Chen Yuan stood on the towering steps outside the theater.

He held a long, pure black umbrella in one hand.

The black haute couture trench coat fluttered slightly in the cold wind.

She stood with her long, straight legs.

His deep black eyes swept calmly across the rain as he waited for the pick-up vehicle sent by Star Venture Capital's overseas branch.

The air carried a sour smell, a mixture of car exhaust and damp sewer fumes.

It's nowhere near as pleasant as the faint scent of Podocarpus macrophyllus in the back garden of Genting Manor.

"Cough cough..."

A suppressed cough, conveying a sense of desolation.

It came from the shadows of the street corner, less than ten meters from Chen Yuan.

Accompanied by a rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Chen Yuan did not turn his head.

His keen senses, honed over years in the dark web, had long ago allowed him to detect the breathing that was lurking in the shadows.

Heavy, chaotic, with an undisguised calculation and deliberate weakness.

If it's an assassin targeting him.

This kind of camouflage technique wouldn't even get you a bottom-tier rating on the dark web's bounty list.

Since there was no murderous intent.

He didn't even have the interest to glance at it again.

However, the person in the shadows doesn't seem to intend to give up so easily.

A pair of feet wearing worn-out high heels stepped into the puddle by the roadside.

pat.

Mud and water splashed up.

A woman wearing a faded, old trench coat staggered out of the darkness.

The hem of the trench coat was covered in mud.

The long hair that should have been smooth was now stuck to the scalp like a clump of dry grass.

Soaked through by the cold rain, the liquid clung to the sides of her pale, thin cheeks.

She gripped the collar of her trench coat tightly with both hands.

My body was shivering violently in the cold wind.

This woman's name is Su Xue'er.

It was also Chen Yuan's nominal first love during his most unbearable years at Jianghai University.

Back then, Chen Yuan worked three jobs every day to raise funds for the Lin family to get through the bridging project.

Wearing a faded white shirt and eating the cheapest steamed buns.

And Su Xue'er, who kept saying she didn't care about material things and only cared about him as a person.

He turned around and climbed into the bed of an overseas student who drove a Porsche.

They didn't even say goodbye.

He took the money given to him by international students, got a visa, and flew to France.

They left cleanly and decisively, without the slightest regret.

but.

Fate always seems to play cruel jokes.

That international student wasn't a rich kid at all.

He's just a swindler who makes money by reselling counterfeit watches overseas.

Su Xueer's dream of wealth and luxury in Paris hadn't even lasted three days.

That international student then stole all the cash he had on him.

Even their passports were taken to the black market to pay off gambling debts.

Since.

She was in a foreign land where she had no relatives or friends and couldn't speak the language.

They were reduced to being unregistered residents, even worse off than dishwashers.

Every day I feel like a maggot in a sewer.

Hiding in a moldy basement, they barely survive by scavenging for garbage and receiving occasional handouts.

Recently.

Every electronic screen on the streets of Paris.

The news of "Mysterious Chinese Crocodile Descends on the Royal Grand Theatre" was being broadcast on a loop.

Su Xueer was outside the window of a fast food restaurant.

When I saw Chen Yuan's cold and profound face on the screen through the glass.

Her heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

That poor, shabby student she once kicked away.

That silly kid who would stay up all night for a few hundred yuan in part-time pay.

Now he has become a god who holds trillions of dollars in capital and makes global tech giants kneel down and beg for mercy!

The intense sense of loss and jealousy felt like a red-hot knife.

It churned and twisted wildly inside her internal organs.

She regretted it.

I regret it so much I could die.

If she hadn't left back then, she would be sitting on a private jet now, enjoying the envious gazes of the whole world.

It's her, Su Xue'er!

She waited outside the theater for a full day and night.

They were waiting for this opportunity to "reunite in a foreign land".

Su Xue'er looked at Chen Yuan, who stood on the steps like a god.

He bit his tongue hard.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my eyes, forcing out the tears that had been building up for so long.

She sniffed.

He deliberately softened his legs.

It was like a withered leaf blown away by a strong wind.

He stumbled and staggered towards Chen Yuan.

"Chen...Chen Yuan..."

She let out a weak and hoarse call.

Her voice carried just the right amount of vibrato and surprise.

It was as if a person dying in the desert had finally seen an oasis.

She thought that as long as she put on this pitiful and world-weary appearance, she could succeed.

That can awaken those youthful memories from the college days in this man's heart.

That would make him feel a little pity for her.

Chen Yuan's gaze finally turned towards him.

Deep, dark eyes peered through the rain.

It landed silently on her face, which was covered in rainwater and cheap eyeliner.

No surprise.

There was no anger.

There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation from recognizing an old friend.

It was as calm as looking at a black plastic bag full of trash on the side of the road.

This extreme indifference.

Su Xueer's prepared tearful lines were ruined.

It got stuck in my throat; I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

She gritted her teeth.

They were about two steps away from Chen Yuan.

His knees suddenly buckled.

She deliberately fell onto the rain-soaked flagstones in an extremely tragic and disheveled manner.

His knee struck the hard stone surface with a dull thud.

Mud splashed up, soiling her worn-out trench coat.

Su Xue'er collapsed at Chen Yuan's feet, her eyes red and trembling as she reached out her hand: "Chen Yuan... is it really you? I'm so cold, can you hug me?"