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

With a long "beep" sound, the blood-stained piece of paper slipped from her cold fingertips and floated onto the gray cement floor.

The piercing alarm of the monitoring equipment echoed monotonously in the cramped underground cell.

That half-sheet of scrap paper stained with dark red blood.

It lay quietly in a corner covered in dust and water stains.

The crooked handwriting above conveyed a sense of madness and regret after reaching a dead end.

But it could no longer earn them even the slightest bit of sympathy.

a few days later.

Xingchen Venture Capital Building, Jianghai City.

Top floor CEO's office.

The early winter sunlight was filtered through the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

It turned into a soft, warm gold color, which spilled onto the wide black walnut wood desk.

The office's temperature control system was operating quietly, and the air was filled with a faint scent of white tea.

Completely shut out the noise and cold from the outside.

Wang Kai stood in front of the desk.

That chubby face, which usually wore a shrewd smile, now revealed a hint of awkwardness and unease that was hard to conceal.

In his short, stubby hands, he held an ordinary, transparent evidence bag.

The bag contained the half-sheet of bloodstained waste paper that had been found in the prison ward.

This is at Jianghai City Women's Prison, following the procedure for handling prisoners' belongings.

After being passed through several layers of intermediaries, it was finally delivered to the legal department of Xingchen Venture Capital.

The people in the Ministry of Justice knew that this matter concerned the big boss's past, and no one dared to make a decision.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand it over to Wang Kai.

Wang Kai swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

He looked at Chen Yuan, who was sitting in the large boss's chair.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he even deliberately lowered his breathing.

Yuan-ge knew better than anyone how much he loathed that woman.

This thing is like a hot potato.

"Brother Yuan..."

Wang Kai spoke tentatively, his voice very low, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"News from the prison: Lin Qinghan... passed away the night before last."

"This is an apology letter she wrote in her blood in her hospital room before she died..."

They said they absolutely had to deliver it to you.

As he spoke, he carefully placed the transparent evidence bag inside.

It was gently placed on the edge of the large desk.

The movements were so gentle, as if it weren't a piece of paper, but a landmine that could explode at any moment.

Chen Yuan did not look up immediately.

His attention was completely drawn to the specially made phone with its screen lit up in front of him.

In deep black eyes.

He lacked the ruthlessness and sharpness he once displayed in the business world.

Instead, there is a bottomless pool of warm spring water, deep enough to drown a person.

On the phone screen.

A video that Shen Wanzhou had just sent from Cloud Top Manor was playing.

In the video.

Wearing pink plush pajamas, Shen Wanzhou was lying on a thick cashmere crawling mat.

He was holding a knitted cat toy.

They were playing with the twins who had just learned to crawl all over the place.

The older brother, Chen Nian, had a stern, icy face that resembled Chen Yuan's.

Two chubby little hands precisely grasped the feathers of the cat toy.

She even pulled him closer to her chest.

That domineering spirit in his bones was exactly the same as Chen Yuan's when he was vying for projects at the negotiating table.

The younger sister, Chen Muzhou, followed behind her brother.

He chuckled.

Her peach blossom eyes curved into two pretty little crescents, and a trace of glistening drool clung to the corner of her mouth.

"Look at him, bullying his sister again."

The video features Shen Wanzhou's soft, coquettish voice.

With a touch of helplessness and overflowing happiness at becoming a new mother.

Chen Yuan looked at the image on the screen.

His usually cold and hard lips involuntarily turned upwards, forming an extremely soft curve.

He stretched out his large, bony hand and placed his fingertip on his daughter's chubby little face on the screen.

I gently stroked it twice.

It felt like I was kneading that soft little dumpling through the screen.

The screen went dark after the video finished playing.

Chen Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze.

He raised his head.

His gaze swept across the large table and landed on the transparent evidence bag that Wang Kai had placed on the edge.

That half-sheet of yellowed waste paper.

The bloodstains on it had dried into a dark brown color.

There were also several distorted words: "Chen Yuan, I was wrong."

It came into his view clearly.

Wang Kai held his breath.

My legs tensed involuntarily, ready to withstand the wrath of thunder at any moment.

He knew that the name Lin Qinghan was an absolute taboo subject for Brother Yuan.

however.

The expected outburst of anger did not materialize.

Chen Yuan's expression was so calm it was frightening.

There was not a ripple of emotion, not even a hint of the satisfaction of avenging a great grudge.

There was no emotion whatsoever, such as sighing, pity, or hatred.

Those dark eyes that were just moments ago full of tenderness.

The moment I glanced at that blood-written letter, it was like looking at a wad of paper lying on the floor.

Indifferent.

Pure indifference to the extreme.

That's uprooting a person, a piece of the past, from one's life.

They cleaned it so thoroughly that not a speck of dust remained, completely ignoring it.

In this world, the cruelest punishment is never revenge.

It's when the other person begs for your forgiveness with their life and blood.

But you think it's just a boring and cheap farce.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He didn't even bother to pick up the transparent evidence bag.

He simply extended two slender fingers.

I pinched one corner of the bag.

It's like holding a piece of foul-smelling garbage.

The movements were casual and without any hesitation.

With a slight twist of his wrist.

He handed the evidence bag containing the blood-written letter directly to the commercial shredder that was on standby next to his desk.

Loosen your fingers.

"Click."

The evidence bag contained the blood-written letter inside, which held Lin Qinghan's deepest regrets.

They both fell into the shredder's inlet.

Chen Yuan didn't even have the interest to glance at it again.

He picked up the specially made cell phone from the table and put it in the pocket of his suit trousers.

Stand up.

With his large, well-defined hands, he picked up the black haute couture suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

She put it on with practiced ease.

I straightened the cuffs of my shirt.

"Brother Yuan...this..."

Wang Kai looked in the direction of the paper shredder, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

That was a person's last words before he died.

It was chopped up like cabbage?

Chen Yuan ignored the fat man's shock.

He strode forward, his leather shoes landing on the soft Persian carpet.

His steps were steady and powerful, exuding an undeniable air of ease and composure.

That rotten past doesn't deserve even a second of his time now.

His mind is full of thoughts right now.

Only the girl waiting for him at home, and those two mischievous little monsters.

I walked up to the heavy double doors of the president's office.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

The shredder hummed softly. Chen Yuan turned off the screen, grabbed his coat, and walked out the door: "Let bygones be bygones. I only care about getting home tonight and what kind of soup Wan Zhou wants."