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

A deep, magnetic laugh echoed through the spacious and comfortable bulletproof carriage.

With the indulgence of a father and the gentleness honed by the years.

This is a heartwarming and peaceful family portrait.

It's like a sharp blade tempered by the sun.

It suddenly cleaved straight down from the clouds.

It forcibly severs the dimensions of time and space.

It plunged deep into the darkest, most shadowy abyss of Jianghai City.

Three years later.

Intensive Care Unit, Jianghai Women's Prison.

There is no sunshine here, and no fragrance of Podocarpus macrophyllus.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of Lysol.

It was mixed with the musty smell of people who never see the light of day, and a sour, rotten smell that emanated from the body of a dying person.

The stark white incandescent light bulbs crackled overhead.

Occasionally, a flicker of light would illuminate the mottled lime on the wall, making it appear even more bleak.

In the corner of the ward, there was a rusty iron bed frame.

Bed.

Lying there was a withered body.

If it weren't for that chest that barely rose and fell.

It could even lead people to mistake it for a dried corpse that has been dried for many years.

Lin Qinghan.

He once held considerable influence in Jianghai City's elite circles.

The Lin family's female CEO, always seen in haute couture gowns and chauffeured in luxury cars.

now.

She had changed out of her prison uniform into a hospital gown.

The neckline hung loosely on her prominent collarbone.

The fabric was stained with dried medicine and yellowish-brown marks left by vomit.

That long, jet-black hair that was once meticulously styled by a top hairdresser.

Now it's all white.

Dry and withered, like a bunch of burnt weeds, clinging to the sides of her sunken cheeks.

Due to the harsh living conditions in prison, coupled with long-term mental torture.

Her health had long since deteriorated.

The severe stomach ulcer has worsened into an irreversible gastric perforation.

Multiple organs failed.

He could only cling to life with the help of cold IV drips every day.

In recent years.

She lived in a crazy illusion she had created for herself.

She tells everyone she meets that she is the boss's wife of Xingchen Venture Capital, and that Chen Yuan will soon come to pick her up in a Rolls-Royce.

She used her fingernails to carve Chen Yuan's name on the wall of the solitary confinement cell.

He remained completely unaware until all ten fingernails were peeled off and bleeding profusely.

however.

It was in the dead of night, with the cold wind howling.

Outside the ward, the dull echo of prison guards' boots clattering on the concrete occasionally drifted through the air.

Lin Qinghan's eyes, which were always cloudy and bloodshot.

It suddenly moved.

The layer of madness in his eyes seemed to be dispelled in an instant by some invisible force.

This is what is commonly referred to in medicine as a final burst of energy before death.

When a person is nearing the end of their life, their brain will burn its last bit of energy.

It brought a brief moment of peace.

Lin Qinghan's withered lips parted slightly.

A strange "clucking" sound came from his throat, like a rusty old gear struggling to turn.

She struggled to turn her stiff neck.

My gaze passed over the rusty iron railings of the bed.

It landed on the small, high-up window of the ward.

That was the only place in this cell where you could see the outside world.

Outside the iron bars, the night sky was fragmented and torn apart by the iron bars.

A few faint stars twinkled through gaps in the clouds.

A cold draft blew in through the cracks in the ventilator.

The wind blew onto Lin Qinghan's emaciated body.

She was so cold that her upper and lower teeth started to chatter uncontrollably.

There were no luxury cars as I had imagined, no music from upscale restaurants.

There was only the biting cold and the intense, agonizing pain in my stomach, as if it were being torn apart by a thousand blunt knives.

She regained consciousness.

This brutal lucidity is more deadly than any of my past bouts of madness.

Because in this moment of clarity.

She finally realized it clearly.

What exactly did I lose, and what did I destroy with my own hands?

My mind is like an uncontrolled projector.

She began to replay those scenes that she had deliberately forgotten, or even those she had once discarded like trash, like a revolving lantern.

It was a winter night six years ago.

It was snowing heavily in Jianghai City.

The Lin Group was just starting out when its funding chain broke down.

She huddled in her unheated rented room, shivering with cold.

My stomach problems flared up, and I was writhing in pain in bed.

It's that man.

Chen Yuan, who had spent the entire day outside soliciting investment, wearing a faded white coat.

Braving the raging snow, we trudged back, one step at a time.

His hair was covered in ice crystals.

My hands were frozen red and covered in chilblains.

But in my arms.

But she was fiercely protecting a bowl of steaming red date and yam porridge that was kept in a thermos.

"Drink something hot, and your stomach won't hurt anymore."

He knelt on one knee beside the bed.

With his hands covered in chilblains, he carefully brought the spoon to her lips.

Those deep black eyes were filled with a heart-wrenching tenderness and affection that was almost overwhelming.

How did she respond at that time?

She drank the bowl of porridge, but inwardly she was complaining.

She complained that the man was useless and that he couldn't give her the luxurious life she wanted.

The scene suddenly shifts.

The image was frozen in time outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

It was also a gloomy and cold day.

She was wearing a sophisticated suit.

He was holding the phone number that the swindler named Gu Ziang had called.

Without looking back, he walked towards the red Porsche.

And Chen Yuan.

I stood on the cold steps.

She was clutching the small velvet box containing the inexpensive wedding ring.

Watching her retreating figure, his gaze gradually turned cold.

Until the very end.

He threw the wedding ring into the nearby trash can without any hesitation.

With a loud "clang".

That's not just about throwing away a ring.

Furthermore, he abandoned all his indulgence, favoritism, and bottom line towards Lin Qinghan.

after that.

It was his effortless dominance in the business world.

It was the tenderness with which he bent down to tie the shoelaces of the girl wearing a black veil.

It was a grand and romantic moment when he knelt down on one knee and proposed to her amidst a city ablaze with fireworks.

Those were originally.

They all belong to her!

It belongs to Lin Qinghan!

As long as she didn't answer that call that day.

If only she had looked at the man who cooked porridge for her even once more.

Now, standing atop the Cloud Tower, she enjoys the admiration of thousands and is cherished by that man.

It's her!

Intense cramping pain shot from my stomach straight to the top of my head.

This time, it was more intense than ever before.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had torn apart all her internal organs.

Lin Qinghan opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath.

But he couldn't breathe in any oxygen.

Despair and regret transformed into the most poisonous aqua regia, corroding her soul and leaving it riddled with holes.

"Uh...ah..."

She let out a mournful cry, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

Tears welled up from her sunken eyes like a burst dam.

Mixed with blood seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Two pitiful bloodstains were washed onto his wrinkled, gaunt face.

She desperately reached out, trying to grasp the sliver of light filtering in through the air vent.

It's as if if you grasp it, you can go back to the past.

Let's go back to that snowy night when someone cooked porridge for her.

But there was nothing in mid-air.

There was only cold air.

Lin Qinghan's withered fingers gripped the yellowed bedsheets tightly, tears mingling with blood streaming down her face: "If only I hadn't abandoned him... if only I had..."