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

The harsh howls echoed along the winding mountain road outside the Cloud Top Manor.

Mixed with the dust he kicked up as he rolled around on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap tobacco and fermented sweat.

Several media reporters, eager for a good show, held up telephoto lenses.

The shutter was pressed rapidly, and the flash was still dazzling in the daytime sunlight.

"Creak—"

The heavy, black and gold carved gate stood amidst the low rumble of the motor.

Slowly slide to both sides.

Chen Dayong, who had been howling, suddenly stopped speaking.

He was like a hyena that had caught the smell of meat.

He scrambled to his feet and brushed the loose dirt off his trousers.

Those cloudy, triangular eyes stared intently into the depths of the gate.

Chen Yuan was wearing a sharply tailored, pure black haute couture trench coat.

He has an upright posture.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket.

With steady steps, I walked step by step along the tree-lined path of the manor.

The leather shoes made a cold, hard "clack-clack" sound as they stepped on the smooth asphalt road.

Eagle, accompanied by two rows of fully armed bodyguards, followed closely on both sides.

There was no anger.

There was no anxiety from being blocked at the door by this group of scoundrels.

Chen Yuan's deep black eyes were as calm as a piece of obsidian without warmth.

My gaze passed over the flickering cameras and landed on Chen Dayong's face, which was filled with greed and flattery.

It's like looking at a pile of industrial waste that has no recycling value whatsoever.

"Yuanzi! You've finally come out!"

When Chen Dayong saw Chen Yuan appear, he assumed that Chen Yuan was afraid of public opinion.

His face immediately plastered with a greasy smile.

Pushing aside the eagle blocking his way, he spread his arms and was about to pounce on Chen Yuan.

"I'm your eldest cousin! It's been so many years since we last met. You've made something of yourself, and I'm so happy for you!"

The women behind him also wiped away tears.

"Yuanzi, now that you're a big boss, you can't forget about us poor relatives."

"Hurry up and have your subordinates arrange a vice president position for us with an annual salary of several million. We're all family here, so let's not stand on ceremony."

Just as those mud-covered hands were less than ten centimeters away from Chen Yuan's trench coat.

The eagle's broad, powerful claws suddenly shot out.

He shoved a hand onto Chen Dayong's shoulder.

Apply slight pressure with your fingers.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Chen Dayong's face contorted in pain, his knees buckled, and he was forced to stop in place.

It felt as if the bones were about to be crushed.

Chen Yuan didn't retreat even half a step.

He looked down at the middle-aged man who was spewing filth.

A cold, emotionless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"A family?"

His deep voice carried a chilling aura through the sweltering air.

"How come I don't remember having any relatives like you in this world?"

These words were so extreme that even the surrounding reporters put down their cameras and looked at each other in disbelief.

Chen Dayong's smile froze, and his face instantly turned purplish-red.

He struggled to break free from the eagle's grasp, and taking advantage of the cameras outside, he started acting up again.

"You heartless beast!"

"Back then, your deadbeat father ran away, and you were so hungry that you had to beg for food on the streets."

"If my wife hadn't stuffed half a steamed bun into your mouth, your worthless life would have frozen to death in the snow long ago!"

"Now that you've achieved great success, you're just going to deny everything?"

He pointed at Chen Yuan's nose, spitting everywhere.

They attempted to use this morally manipulative and distorted approach to condemn Chen Yuan to the shame of being unfilial.

Chen Yuan did not try to block the flying spittle.

Looking at Chen Dayong's indignant face, the mockery in his eyes grew stronger.

Those dark memories, buried deep within the years, tinged with the stench of blood.

These ridiculous lies ruthlessly tore it apart.

"Half a steamed bun?"

Chen Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but every word he uttered was like a hidden weapon carrying shards of ice.

It pierced straight into Chen Dayong's eardrum.

"The eve of Chinese New Year thirteen years ago."

"Jianghai City has experienced its heaviest snowfall in decades."

"I had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius and knelt in front of your house for two whole hours."

"I just want to borrow fifty yuan to buy fever reducers."

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the relatives behind Chen Dayong, whose faces were already turning pale.

"How did you do it?"

"Your wife thinks my shabby appearance is dirtying your new carpet."

"A basin of ice water from washing feet, along with that moldy, hard steamed bun."

"Splash it all on my face."

"They kicked me straight down the stairs."

Chen Yuan's breathing was steady, without a trace of hysterical accusation.

It's like telling someone else's story.

"I broke two ribs and lay in the snow all night."

"If the old director hadn't come out to shovel snow in the middle of the night and carried me back to the orphanage, I wouldn't have been able to."

"You should have been at my grave demanding money by now."

This past, filled with blood and tears, was laid bare under the sunlight.

The reporters around, who were originally preparing to write about wealthy families abandoning their relatives, all gasped in shock.

Chen Yuan in the video has a cold expression.

But in that upright, pine-like back, there was an air of aloofness that came from fighting one's way out of a desperate situation.

It sent chills down everyone's spine.

These despicable relatives who can trample on human life at will, how dare they come to ask for money now?

Chen Dayong's face turned pale and then red.

The embarrassment of having his past exposed in public made his facial features even more distorted and ugly.

But this kind of scoundrel never knew what shame was.

"Well... that was also to train you!"

He stubbornly refused to listen and continued to argue his point.

"No pain, no gain! If we hadn't been ruthless back then, would you have amassed your current trillion-dollar fortune?"

"Ultimately, we deserve half the credit for your current achievements!"

"Stop talking nonsense! You're paying today whether you like it or not!"

He sat down on the ground again, ready to resume his tantrum and act like a rogue.

Chen Yuan looked at his reckless and ignorant behavior.

In his deep black eyes, even the last shred of patience was completely exhausted.

Trying to reason with this rotten scum is a waste of his time that he should spend with his wife.

He turned his back to the group of people making a ridiculous spectacle.

He straightened the collar of his trench coat with his long, slender fingers.

The cool, soapy scent once again filled the surrounding air.

"eagle."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and carried a sense of oppression that could make one's heart stop.

"Open the side gate to the backyard."

The eagle's eyes lit up instantly, and the scar on its face twitched excitedly.

Chen Yuan looked down at the group of clowns, his eyes colder than ice: "I'll give you ten seconds to disappear, or you'll never leave here standing up."