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

The crumpled A4 paper rolled down Chen Yuan's nose and landed on the keyboard, producing a string of glaring gibberish.

"It's only natural?"

Chen Yuan looked at the pieces of paper flying all over the sky.

He took his hands off the keyboard.

If this weren't a "model of ordinary people working hard like an ox" built on the obsession of millions of netizens.

Lin Qinghan's head should be pressed against the keyboard right now, watching Lin's stocks turn into a pile of worthless paper.

But in this damned rule of deduction, Chen Yuan was forcibly burdened with the shackles of "repaying kindness" and "responsibility".

That red marriage certificate became a seal that locked away all his sharpness.

He did not get up.

A dull, throbbing pain came from my stomach, like a rusty wire being stirred.

Chen Yuan bent down and picked up the A4 sheets of paper scattered on the ground one by one.

The sharp edge of the paper left a very shallow bloodstain on his fingertip.

Lin Qinghan watched his movements, crossed her arms, and raised her chin high.

"You're not allowed to sleep until it's finished. I need to see the server running normally by 8 AM tomorrow."

She turned and left in her high heels, slamming the master bedroom door shut with a deafening crash.

Chen Yuan sat on the cold, hard wooden chair, his fingers returning to the keyboard.

The eerie green glow of the code reflected in his lifeless eyes.

The progress bar of the online simulation was forcibly stretched, and time flew by.

Above the simulation screen, countless angry comments from netizens in the real world floated by.

[This makes my fists clench! Is this what happens if you don't get a divorce?]

【Chen Yuan, wake up! You're the ruler of the dark web, what right do you have to be a workhorse for this vicious woman!】

Three years later.

The Lin Group Building has a computer room on the third basement level.

The basement, which never sees sunlight, is always filled with the industrial rubber smell emanating from the anti-static flooring.

The deafening roar of the server rack fans could crush a normal person's rationality bit by bit.

Chen Yuan leaned back in a folding chair with peeling paint.

He was wearing an old, faded shirt, and his wrists were much thinner than they had been three years ago, with his wrist bones protruding high.

It felt like his stomach was filled with shards of glass.

With each breath, shards of glass cut into the delicate stomach wall.

Chen Yuan pressed his abdomen, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out one by one.

He pulled open the dusty drawer and poured out two cheap painkillers.

He didn't even pour water; he just tilted his head back and swallowed it dry.

The pill scraped across his dry throat, triggering a violent cough that made his eyes sting.

"bite."

An encrypted email popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

[Notification of the Agreement Regarding the Transfer of Core Technology Patents of Lin's Group to Starry Sky Capital (Legal Representative: Gu Zi'ang)]

Chen Yuan stared at the line of bold text.

In the past three years, he has worked like a machine that never needs sleep, single-handedly building the Lin Group's big data platform, which is valued at tens of billions.

Lin Qinghan became a regular on the Forbes list of young billionaires thanks to this platform.

And he was the "yellow-faced husband" who was forever locked in the underground server room and didn't even qualify for an invitation to the annual meeting.

Chen Yuan stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the chipped table.

The spasms in his stomach made him break out in a cold sweat. It took him a full half minute to recover before he finally moved toward the elevator.

Top floor, CEO's office.

The mahogany door was ajar, with a gap the width of a finger.

The cloying sweetness of haute couture perfume seeped out through the gaps in the air conditioning.

"Qinghan, the technology patent transfer procedures have been completed. That idiot Chen Yuan is still up all night writing the firewall."

Gu Zi'ang's voice carried a frivolous laugh, followed by the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking.

On the leather sofa, Lin Qinghan held a glass of Romanée-Conti.

The dark red wine swirls in the crystal glass.

"That's all he's good for." Lin Qinghan took a sip of wine, leaving a mark on the rim of the glass with her bright red lipstick.

"Make sure you don't let him go to the company's IPO bell-ringing ceremony tomorrow."

Gu Ziang casually put his arm around her shoulder, his fingers tracing the edge of her silk shirt.

"The last time I took him to a cocktail party, the suit he wore didn't even have a brand name. He stood there like a wooden statue, and Mr. Li and the others laughed at me behind my back for half a month. He made me lose face completely."

Lin Qinghan did not push Gu Ziang away.

She rested her head on Gu Ziang's shoulder, her voice carrying a cold indifference that spoke of it all.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone lock him in the server room tomorrow. Once we go public and cash out, we'll leave him with the empty shell of the company."

"The money we've secretly transferred out over the past few years is enough for us to buy a winery in Switzerland."

"It was something he owed the Lin family in the first place. A good-for-nothing son-in-law who married into the family is lucky to be able to work for me for free for several years."

Outside.

Chen Yuan's hand remained on the bronze handle, but he didn't press it down again.

The stomach cramps reached their peak at that moment, feeling as if a steel hammer had smashed right through my abdominal cavity.

His face was ashen, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the fabric of his clothes.

Chen Yuan released his grip and turned to walk towards the elevator.

With each step, the soles of his shoes dragged out a heavy scraping sound on the smooth marble.

The image is distorted.

The eve of the IPO.

Apart from the banquet hall on the top floor, the other floors of the Lin Group building had long been deserted.

Chen Yuan collapsed onto the cold, anti-static floor of the server room.

He curled up like a shrimp, pressing his hands tightly against his stomach.

Her fingernails had torn through the cotton shirt from excessive force, leaving bloody marks on her stomach.

Cold, bone-chilling cold.

The red and green indicator lights on the server rack in my line of sight began to turn into blurry halos.

With trembling hands, he pulled his phone, its screen shattered, from his pocket.

The first contact in the address book is "Lin Qinghan (wife)".

Chen Yuan pressed the dial button with his almost numb thumb.

The light from the screen shone on his pale face; it was his last instinct to survive in this world.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone rang for a full forty seconds.

During this time, Chen Yuan coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva, staining the gray floor red.

Finally, the call was answered.

In the background, there was the deafening sound of champagne being opened, and the clamor of people complimenting "President Lin is young and promising."

"Chen Yuan, what are you trying to do now?" Lin Qinghan's impatient voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of drunkenness.

"An ambulance...call one for me..."

Chen Yuan's voice was weak and feeble, each word accompanied by a strong, metallic taste of blood rising from his throat.

"What are you pretending to be dead for?" Lin Qinghan scoffed.

"Tomorrow is the IPO bell-ringing ceremony, and you're putting on this act tonight? Are you upset that I didn't promote you, or that I didn't bring you to the celebration party?"

"Qinghan, who's calling? Are we still cutting the cake?" Gu Ziang's urging voice came from the other end of the phone.

"He's a jinx. Ignore him."

Lin Qinghan coldly uttered her last words into the phone.

"Chen Yuan, stop with your sympathy-seeking tricks. I don't have time for you tonight. Even if you're going to die, wait until after the bells are rung tomorrow. Don't defile Lin's territory!"

Lin Qinghan pressed the hang-up button hard with her thumb.

She threw her phone on the leather sofa with disgust, as if it had been contaminated with some kind of virus.

She then picked up the champagne glass beside her, turned around and walked towards Gu Ziang, her bright smile returning to her face.

"Once dealt with, it was just a spoilsport."

The computer room has three underground floors.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The busy sound echoed in the empty room.

The screen's light gradually dimmed.

Chen Yuan's hand fell limply to the floor.

The phone slipped and the screen hit the metal cabinet leg, going completely black.

He stared at the dusty ceiling above him, his pupils gradually losing focus.

A trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his jawline and into the collar of his shirt.

The sound of fireworks exploding came through the floorboards from the building just a wall away.

"Bang!"

That was the sound of Lin Qinghan and Gu Ziang opening a champagne bottle.

This was also the last sound Chen Yuan heard in this parallel universe.

In this hypothetical model, there is no awakening, no redemption from Shen Wanzhou.

He exerted all his strength to fulfill an imposed responsibility, only to be met with a lonely death.

The hands that once commanded respect on Wall Street now rest stiffly on the cold floor, their knuckles severely deformed from years of typing on inferior keyboards.

The halo in front of the screen shattered with a crash.

The hypothetical parallel universe, constructed from countless data streams, vanishes completely in the network world, turning into countless specks of light.

In the real world, it's 3 a.m.

After this immersive simulation, the servers of major social media platforms experienced an unprecedented surge in traffic.

All netizens who watched this simulation felt a wave of nausea and suffocation.

The top trending topic has turned into a blood-red "Explosive" word.

Under this trending topic, a comment with a verified gold V badge instantly became the top comment, with likes skyrocketing at a rate of 100,000 per second.

"It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. Even if garbage is gilded, it will still stink to the core."