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

Her coquettish nasal voice was enveloped in the warm steam from the kitchen.

She melted into the man's deep, indulgent laughter.

The heartwarming scene was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples in the upper echelons of Jianghai City.

The news that the president of Star Venture Capital personally polished an 18-carat flawless pink diamond.

In less than half a day, it dominated the front page of major media outlets.

The scene abruptly cuts off.

In the old town of Jianghai City, there is a narrow alley that is always dark.

The sky was overcast, with a light drizzle falling.

The ground was uneven and filled with sewage mixed with engine oil and rotten vegetable leaves.

The pungent, sour smell fermented in the air.

A disheveled woman was squatting next to the garbage recycling station at the entrance of the alley.

She was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket that was so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable.

The hair was matted into hard, black clumps, emitting a nauseating stench.

This woman's name is Lin Ping, and she is Lin Qinghan's distant cousin.

Back when the Lin family hadn't gone bankrupt, she managed to get a sinecure at the Lin Group by currying favor with Lin Qinghan.

She drives luxury cars every day and lives a life of extravagance.

After the Lin Group went bankrupt, all of her properties and luxury cars were mortgaged and liquidated.

Unable to accept the fall from heaven to hell.

She's gone mad.

The last thread in his mind snapped, and he became a madman picking up trash on the street.

"Hehe...Mine...All mine..."

Lin Ping squatted next to the trash can.

He clutched a crumpled, rain-soaked old photograph tightly in his hand.

That was a few years ago, when Chen Yuan was working odd jobs at the Lin family villa.

She casually snapped a photo of Chen Yuan's profile as he bent down to mow the lawn.

In the photo, Chen Yuan is wearing an old, faded T-shirt, but his deep, cold facial features are still clearly discernible.

A gust of cold wind blew by, stirring up several pieces of waste newspaper on the ground.

One of the newspapers slapped onto Lin Ping's muddy trouser leg.

The newspaper's front page featured a huge, bold headline.

The sign boldly proclaimed: "Chairman Chen of Xingchen Venture Capital invests billions to personally craft an exquisite pink diamond to propose to Shen's richest woman!"

The accompanying image is a high-resolution close-up of the pink diamond.

Next to it is a half-body photo of Chen Yuan wearing a bespoke suit, looking composed at the press conference.

Lin Ping's cloudy, dull gaze fell on the newspaper.

My gaze lingered on the pink diamond, which was sparkling with dazzling light, for a few seconds.

He stared intently at Chen Yuan's face in the photo.

Suddenly, the muscles on her withered, sallow face twitched as if in a spasm.

The eyeballs bulged outwards and were covered with bloodshot veins.

"Chen Yuan... Chen Yuan!"

A hoarse, shrill scream erupted from her mouth, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He grabbed the newspaper and pressed it tightly against his chest.

"My fiancé! That's my fiancé!"

The jumbled memories in her mind led her to imagine herself as that high-and-mighty female CEO.

He used to treat the butler who was once at everyone's beck and call as something to brag about.

She shakily got up from the ground.

The mismatched, worn-out shoes on his feet splashed up a cloud of dirty black mud as he stepped into the puddle.

Several middle school students carrying backpacks and holding umbrellas happened to pass by the alley entrance.

Lin Ping pounced on her like a mad dog.

His dry, claw-like hand grabbed one of the girls' arms.

"What are you doing! Let go of me!"

The girl screamed in fright and frantically shook her arms.

I want to get rid of this foul stench.

"Look! Look!"

Lin Ping held the crumpled old photograph in her hand.

It almost hit the girl's nose.

"This is my husband! He's the big boss of Star Ventures!"

She grinned, revealing her cracked, bleeding lips and a few yellowed teeth, laughing maniacally.

"He bought me such a huge pink diamond today!"

"He's coming to pick me up in his Rolls-Royce soon to take me to his big villa!"

"You poor wretches, from now on you'll all have to call me 'Madam'!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, echoing through the narrow alley.

This attracted the attention of several neighbors who were passing by.

"That crazy woman is having another episode."

An old man selling pancakes shook his head and took two steps back with a look of disgust on his face.

"Yesterday she claimed to be the daughter of the Jade Emperor, and today she's the boss's wife of Star Venture Capital."

"Why don't you take a piss and look at your own face?"

"Who is Chairman Chen? He's a big shot who even the mayor has to be careful around!"

"How could someone be interested in a lunatic who crawled out of a garbage dump?"

The whispers, tinged with disdain and ridicule, fell like a series of cold raindrops.

It struck Lin Ping's already battered and bruised pride.

But she wouldn't listen at all.

Her mind was completely absorbed in the luxurious dream she had woven.

"You're talking nonsense! He is my husband!"

Lin Ping released the girl's arm.

He waved old photos in his hand and shouted at the crowd around him.

"He used to bring me water to wash my feet and cook for me every day!"

"His money is all mine! Everything he owns is mine!"

"Get out! Get out! Stop acting crazy here!"

She blocked the way of a young man with a leather jacket and a fierce-looking face.

He walked forward impatiently.

"Don't get my clothes dirty!"

He raised his foot, clad in a hard-soled leather shoe, and kicked Lin Ping hard in the kneecap.

boom.

Lin Ping let out a scream that was distorted in pitch.

His legs buckled, and he knelt stiffly on the oil-stained cement floor.

The old photograph and newspaper in my hand.

They also fell into the foul-smelling puddle next to them.

The sewage instantly soaked through the paper.

The cold, stern face of Chen Yuan in the photo was blurred into an indistinct blot of ink.

Lin Ping lay on the ground, frantically digging into the mud with her hands.

"My husband...my big villa..."

She sobbed, tears streaming down her face mixed with the muddy water.

The young man looked at her disgusting appearance.

They showed absolutely no pity.

Instead, he lifted his foot.

A passerby kicked the tattered photo out of her hand, his face full of disdain: "What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? That's the man of the richest man in the world, who do you think you are!"