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

The early autumn night rain in Paris was mixed with a bone-chilling cold.

It hit the bluestone slab and splashed up tiny water droplets.

Su Xueer's face, covered in cheap foundation, was mottled and ruined by the rain.

She tilted her head back.

Those innocent eyes that once filled the university campus.

At this moment, she desperately squeezed out two pitiful tears.

The outstretched hand even deliberately pulled down the collar of the trench coat.

A patch of collarbone, frozen purple, was exposed.

She tried to evoke even the slightest bit of pity or tenderness in the man before her on this cold, rainy night in a foreign land.

If it were that poor boy who bought her roasted sweet potatoes on the street late at night five years ago.

He might actually soften and take off his coat to wrap her up tightly.

But she miscalculated one thing.

The person standing in front of her was no longer the fool she could manipulate with a few tears.

Rather, he is a true god who controls trillions of dollars in venture capital and acts decisively in the dark web.

Chen Yuan looked down at the dirty hand that was reaching out.

The temperature in the retina instantly dropped below absolute zero.

He didn't help.

They didn't even stop half a body length away.

The leather shoes suddenly took three large steps back on the bluestone slab.

The movements were so exaggerated, carrying an undisguised aversion as if one were avoiding something like a snake or scorpion.

A safe distance of two meters was created.

"Don't get my shoes dirty with those hands that've touched countless old men."

Chen Yuan's voice, mixed with the sound of rain, was cold and sharp, as if scraping bones.

Su Xue'er's outstretched hand suddenly froze.

The pitiful look on her face instantly cracked, revealing the terror beneath.

How...how did he know?

She thought that the messes she made in France had long been buried by time.

"You did all this for that worthless green card."

Chen Yuan held up the long-handled black umbrella with one hand, his gaze like a searchlight stripping away all her pretense.

"In the first year, I was the mistress of a 60-year-old alcoholic landlord for half a year."

"The following year, in a shady casino in Chinatown, I was cheating by dealing cards and had two ribs broken on my left side."

"Now, nobody even wants me to work on the streets, so I have to sleep in the ventilation ducts at the subway entrance."

With each word Chen Yuan spoke, Su Xue'er's face grew paler.

That last shred of self-respect was extinguished by these few plain and straightforward statements.

They stripped him down to the last pair of underwear.

"No! That's not how it is!"

Su Xue'er hurriedly scrambled out of the mud.

He shook his head like a madman, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Chen Yuan, let me explain!"

"I was forced into it! That international student is a liar; he swindled all my money!"

"I have no relatives or friends abroad; I'm just trying to survive!"

She tried to lunge forward again, wanting to hug Chen Yuan's leg.

"You've always been the only one I love! I regret leaving you every single day!"

"Chen Yuan, please take me back to China? I don't want anything else now, I just want you..."

"stop."

Chen Yuan coldly interrupted her disgusting performance.

Rainwater streamed down the umbrella ribs in a continuous line.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who was full of lies, he even felt a wave of nausea.

This artificially synthesized green tea scent is even more disgusting than the cheap perfume in the banquet hall.

"Stop using the word 'love' to disgust me."

"What you love is just the string of zeros on the screen that represents my net worth."

Chen Yuan's patience had completely run out.

He didn't want to waste any more time on this garbage.

The picky cat in the manor is still waiting for him to come back for a midnight snack.

He turned his head slightly.

His gaze swept toward a black SUV that had been hidden in the shadows a dozen meters away.

That was the security team that the Eagles had arranged in advance overseas to meet him.

"Get rid of this pile of trash."

Chen Yuan calmly issued the order.

The voice just fell.

Two foreign bodyguards, each nearly two meters tall, wearing black tactical raincoats.

Like two black bears, they strode out of the shadows.

Su Xue'er hadn't reacted yet.

Two thick arms, like iron clamps, held her arms tightly on the left and right.

His feet were instantly suspended in the air.

"Let me go! Chen Yuan! You can't do this to me!"

She screamed in terror, her legs kicking wildly in mid-air.

One of her high heels flew off and landed in the puddle.

"I'm your first love! You once said you'd take care of me for the rest of your life!"

The bodyguard couldn't understand what she was yelling about at all.

He dragged her across the street toward the large, green trash can that smelled sour.

It's like dragging a bag of stinking kitchen waste.

"Bang!"

There was no pity or tenderness shown towards the woman.

The bodyguard exerted force with his arm.

They shoved Su Xue'er headfirst into the trash can full of leftover food.

Stale water and rotten vegetable leaves instantly covered her head and face.

The pungent stench almost made her vomit bile.

"Waaaaah..."

Su Xueer struggled desperately in the trash can, making indistinct retching and crying noises.

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't climb out.

Chen Yuan looked away.

The bulletproof Maybach had already silently stopped at the bottom of the steps.

The bodyguard respectfully opened the back door of the car.

Chen Yuan folded his black umbrella and bent down to sit in the carriage.

The moment the car door closed, it completely shut out the cold rain and stench outside.

He grabbed a disinfectant wipe.

He vigorously wiped the back of the hand that had been less than two meters away from Su Xue'er.

It's as if even bacteria in the air can be contagious.

The car window slowly rolled up.

Chen Yuan got into the black bulletproof Maybach and coldly rolled down the window: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands. My wife has a very sensitive nose. If she smells another woman's cheap perfume, she'll cry."