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

Hard-soled leather shoes covered in mud.

Without any mercy, he kicked Lin Ping's dry, claw-like hands.

"ah--!"

Lin Ping let out a short cry of pain.

A large patch of skin was instantly rubbed off the back of my hand, revealing the whitish dermis underneath.

The blood-stained flesh mixed with sewage looked horrifying.

That old photo that she treasured and clutched tightly.

With the force of that kick.

It flew out of my hand.

It spun in mid-air, tracing a parabola.

pat.

The photo was taken face down in a small puddle on the edge of the asphalt road a few meters away.

The sewage instantly soaked the edges of the yellowed photograph paper.

"My...my husband..."

Lin Ping ignored the injury on her hand.

Like a stray dog ​​whose spine has been broken.

He braced his hands on the rough ground and dragged his knees across the paving stones.

I desperately crawled toward that photo.

The surrounding neighbors, watching the spectacle, pointed and laughed, creating an impenetrable net.

They completely shielded her in the middle.

Just as Lin Ping's withered fingers were about to reach the edge of the photo in the puddle.

squeak--!

A deep, powerful screech of brakes suddenly rang out at the entrance of the narrow alley.

Four large, run-flat off-road tires rolled over the puddles on the road.

It came to a steady stop less than half a meter away from Lin Ping.

This is a bulletproof Maybach, entirely black with a chilling metallic sheen.

The silver car emblem on the front of the vehicle reflected a dazzling halo under the gloomy sunlight.

The crowd that had been watching and laughing.

It was as if I had been frozen in place.

All sounds ceased abruptly.

These are top-of-the-line luxury cars that you only see on TV financial news.

Even highways in the suburbs are rarely seen on weekdays.

Today, I actually drove into this dark alleyway in the urban village that reeks of sour and rotten smells.

The car door popped open.

A burly man, nearly two meters tall and wearing a black tactical vest, strode down.

The scar that ran across half of his face twitched slightly with his cold, hard expression.

eagle.

He ignored the awe and fear in the eyes of those around him.

He strode to the front of the car.

He stepped on the edge of the puddle with his military boots and bent over slightly.

Two thick fingers, as if holding a used piece of toilet paper.

I picked up the old photo that had been soaking in the mud.

"Give it back to me...that's mine..."

Lin Ping tilted her head back, her cloudy eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

He was still muttering incoherently.

The eagle gave the crazy woman a cold look.

They didn't even bother to utter a single warning.

He casually flicked his toes across the asphalt.

A clever trick, carrying mud and water from the ground, splashed directly onto Lin Ping's dirty face.

Lin Ping choked and coughed violently.

He shrank back, terrified, and scrambled into the shadows of the trash can.

I dared not move forward even half an inch more.

The eagle turns around.

Walk to the rear window of the Maybach.

The black privacy glass slowly lowered by one-third.

A man's profile, with its distinct features and cold, deep eyes, was revealed.

"Mr. Chen, this crazy woman is using your old photos to swindle people everywhere."

The eagle, with its back slightly hunched, handed over the muddy photograph with both hands.

His voice carried a cold, ruthless edge.

"Should I take some men and get rid of her? Throw her far away, so she doesn't dirty the streets of Jianghai City."

Inside the train carriage.

The air conditioner, set at a constant 24 degrees Celsius, dispersed the moisture that had seeped in through the window cracks.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the soft leather seat.

He was fiddling with an antique pocket watch that he had just bought at an auction in his left hand.

Hearing what the eagle said.

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head away.

His gaze fell on the old photograph that had been handed to him.

The photo was wrinkled from being soaked in sewage.

People on photographic paper.

He was wearing a cheap short-sleeved T-shirt with a faded collar.

Holding a large, rusty pair of shears, he was bending down to trim the lawn in the back garden of the Lin family's villa.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

Chen Yuan at that time.

I sleep in a basement room of less than five square meters every day.

He handed over all his meager part-time wages to the aloof Lin Qinghan.

All he got in return was endless bossing around and contempt from Lin's relatives.

This photo.

It was a microcosm of those five years of humiliation.

Chen Yuan was not wearing gloves.

A large, well-defined hand was stretched out.

He took the photo dripping with dirty water directly from the eagle's hand.

The mud smeared onto his clean, slender fingers, leaving a brown stain.

"Don't get your hands dirty."

Chen Yuan's voice was calm and even, without the slightest hint of anger.

"A mentally ill person living in a hallucination doesn't even qualify as a stepping stone."

He withdrew his hand.

The car window slowly rolled up, shutting the eagle out of the outside world once again.

in the carriage.

Shen Wanzhou sat next to Chen Yuan.

She was wearing a soft, off-white knit sweater.

Holding a cup of warm honey grapefruit tea in both hands.

She saw the image when the eagle handed her the photo.

A delicate pang of heartache instantly welled up in those usually clear, peach-blossom eyes.

She knew that Chen Yuan had suffered a lot before he met her.

But seeing with my own eyes how he used to be treated like a servant.

The bitterness and resentment in my heart, like a jar of aged vinegar, still surged up uncontrollably.

"Chen Yuan..."

She put down the glass in her hand.

The bottom of the cup tapped softly on the solid wood table.

She unconsciously moved closer to him.

Two small, fair hands reached out and gently grasped his wrist, which was covered in mud.

The fingertips gently caressed the veins on the back of his hand.

"It's all in the past."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with an undisguised protectiveness.

From now on, you belong to me alone.

"I had Uncle Fu blacklist all those who bullied you. They can't even find a place to scavenge in Jianghai City."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

Looking at the little cat beside him, who was bristling with anger and seemed to want to bite everyone who had ever bullied him to death.

In his deep, dark eyes.

The chilling aura that had been etched by the old photograph vanished instantly.

It transformed into a pool of warm spring water.

He didn't pull his muddy hand away.

Instead, it happened in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Pinch the edge of the photo with two fingers.

Without the slightest hesitation.

stab.

The photographic paper was torn cleanly in the middle.

One sound, two sounds.

Chen Yuan's movements were unhurried, even carrying an elegant composure.

That old photograph holds the last remaining memories of the Lin family.

In his hands, it was torn into countless tiny fragments.

It can no longer be pieced together to resemble its original form.

It was like those five years were completely thrown into a meat grinder.

It was ground into powder that even the wind couldn't blow away.

"That's all in the past."

Chen Yuan held the fragments in his palm.

Press a button on the car door armrest.

The mini vehicle-mounted trash can next to it popped open.

He let go.

Shredded paper fell in a flurry, all landing in the sealed trash can.

Along with the last trace of the Lin family in this world.

To be completely and permanently erased.

He pulled a wet wipe from the table.

He slowly and deliberately wiped the dirt off his fingertips and the back of his hands.

Until the skin regained its clean, cool white color.

He threw the wet wipe into the trash can and closed the lid.

Click.

With that soft click, the door to the past was completely welded shut.

Chen Yuan turned around.

Taking the initiative, he placed his large hand directly on the back of Shen Wanzhou's hand.

He carefully enveloped that soft little hand in his warm palm.

The pad of the thumb.

He gently stroked the eighteen-carat pink diamond on her ring finger, which he had personally cut and which shimmered with a dazzling halo.

Pink light shimmered in the dim light of the carriage.

This is the only thing he needs to hold onto now and in the future.

Shen Wanzhou watched his movements.

Her peach blossom eyes curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

A delicate blush rose on her cheeks.

There was no more scheming and madness from the outside world.

In this temperature-controlled carriage, only the two of them found peace.

Chen Yuan rolled up the car window and squeezed Shen Wanzhou's hand, which was adorned with pink diamonds: "After handing over my work in a few days, we should go on our honeymoon."