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

"Boss, you bought a national-level treasury with your cabbage-buying allowance!"

Chu Feng's shrill, broken howl echoed through the phone's speaker.

The vibration caused ripples to spread across the water glasses on the glass coffee table.

Chen Yuan moved his phone half an inch away.

His fingertips casually stroked the rim of the cup.

My gaze pierced through the night and landed on the half-open window of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The hem of the peach-colored pajamas twitched behind the curtains for a moment before quickly disappearing back into the darkness.

Chen Yuan shook his head, a hint of indulgence appearing in his eyes.

"Let's put this money aside for now, and talk about it after the island is built."

He casually pressed the red hang-up button, cutting off Chu Feng's incessant chatter.

He turned and walked towards the brightly lit first floor of the villa.

Dinner hasn't been made yet; I can't let that cat peeking out from upstairs go hungry.

Meanwhile, in the underground parking garage of an abandoned, unfinished building on the outskirts of Jianghai City.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of urine and the musty, stagnant water.

A cold draft swept through the window opening without glass, making a mournful, wailing sound.

Tick.

Dirty water leaking from the ceiling splashed onto the greasy cement floor.

boom!

A figure was kicked away violently, crashing into a load-bearing pillar like a broken sack.

It made a dull thud as if bones were breaking.

Gu Ziang clutched his stomach, curling up like a shrimp in the muddy water in agony.

His most treasured white haute couture suit had long been trampled into an unrecognizable rag.

Her delicate foundation makeup turned into muddy mess.

The bridge of his nose was broken, and blood was gushing out of his nostrils.

He was panting heavily, each breath pulling at his broken ribs.

Five burly men surrounded him tightly.

The man in the lead was shirtless, and his two large tattooed arms exuded a menacing aura under the dim incandescent light.

He was weighing a rusty threaded steel pipe in his hand.

"Run? Go, Mr. Gu, keep running!"

The tattooed man spat out the toothpick from his mouth, and the steel pipe dragged on the ground with a screeching sound.

A spark flashed by in the dimly lit garage.

"You owe us 30 million, do you really think you can run away back to Jianghai City and we won't be able to find you?"

Gu Ziang was so frightened that he wet his pants, the warm liquid flowing down his suit trousers into a puddle.

A foul stench mixed with the smell of blood spread out.

Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he crawled on his hands and feet to the feet of the tattooed man.

He clung tightly to the mud-covered Martin boots with both hands.

The fingernails dug into the muddy water on the ground and found it full of black mud.

"Brother Long! Brother Long, spare me!"

Gu Zi'ang cried with tears and snot streaming down his face, his face covered in blood.

"I didn't run away on purpose, I came back to find money!"

"That Lin Qinghan, the female CEO of the Lin Group, is completely devoted to me!"

"She can get the money to pay off my debts right away, please give me two more days!"

The tattooed man kicked him away, as if he were kicking away a pile of stinking garbage.

The hard sole of the Martin boots kicked Gu Ziang directly in the heart.

"Don't try to fool me with the Lin Group!"

"That bitch Lin Qinghan's company was shut down this morning."

"Now she's a penniless woman who owes hundreds of millions, and even her villa has been sealed off."

"You expect a bankrupt woman to pay off your 30 million?"

Gu Ziang's pupils dilated instantly, his eyes filled with fear of death.

Lin Qinghan went bankrupt?

His last lifeline has been completely severed.

The steel pipe was raised high and slammed down on him with a whooshing sound.

"Don't fight! I have a way to make money!"

Gu Ziang clutched his head with both hands and screamed in agony.

His vocal cords were sore from shouting that his voice cracked.

"I have dirt on Lin Qinghan! She used to give me a lot of expensive watches and sports cars!"

"I can expose her, I can play the victim, and my fans will send me money!"

The tattooed man paused, then pressed the steel pipe against Gu Ziang's chin.

The cold metal made Gu Ziang shiver, his teeth chattering.

"Expose? Sure."

The tattooed man pulled out his phone, turned on high-definition recording mode, and pointed the camera directly at Gu Ziang's bloodied and mangled face.

"Now, face the camera and tell us everything about how you've been deceiving that stupid woman all these years."

"If you dare to miss a single word, I'll smash your skull right now."

Gu Ziang stared at the dark camera lens, trembling like a leaf.

To save his life, he tore away even the last shred of pretense.

Completely disregarding her former "white moonlight" persona.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything..."

"Lin Qinghan is a brain-dead idiot; she believed him just because he shed a few tears."

"I didn't sprain my ankle at all. I deliberately acted pitiful on the phone that day to trick her into leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"All the limited edition gifts I bought for her were paid for with the supplementary credit card she gave me."

"I also colluded with a few of my cronies to falsify the bills."

"Under the guise of investing in a music studio, he swindled 20 million yuan of her company's working capital."

"That stupid woman thinks I'm doing this for my dreams."

"Actually, I lost all my money at the casinos in Macau, not even a scrap of cash was left!"

He broke down in tears in front of the camera, belittling Lin Qinghan to the point of being worse than a pig or a dog.

The malice in these words reveals a deep-seated selfishness and greed.

The tattooed man pressed the stop recording button and tossed his phone with satisfaction.

These days, gossip media outlets are willing to pay a high price for these kinds of videos exposing feuds among wealthy families.

He immediately packaged the video and sent it to several of the largest paparazzi studios in Jianghai City.

In just half an hour.

This bloody confession video was like a bombshell.

It immediately sparked a trending topic on local social media.

Various gossip and marketing accounts went wild in reposting it, and the popularity exploded exponentially.

#The Truth Behind the Lin Group's Bankruptcy#

#Gu Ziang's fraud is confirmed#

#Lin Qinghan, the dumbest woman of the century#

Several bright red keywords firmly occupied the top three spots on the trending search list.

The entire internet was flooded with onlookers, and the barrage of comments nearly crashed the servers.

In the cold ward of the city's central hospital.

Lin Qinghan slowly woke up.

The lights in the ward were off, with only a dim glow coming in from the neon lights outside the window.

It hit her bloodless face.

Her face was ashen, and her eyes were sunken.

My whole body ached as if it had fallen apart, and every muscle was screaming with exhaustion.

The sound of several nurses talking could be heard in the corridor of the nurses' station.

The sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the dead of night.

"My God, the man in this video is disgusting. He actually gambled with money."

"That female CEO deserves it. She abandoned her perfectly good fiancé and threw herself at this scumbag."

"I heard her company went bankrupt; she's really lost both her money and her life."

Lin Qinghan turned her head stiffly.

The phone screen on the bedside table was lit up, displaying countless news notifications.

She pulled the IV needle out of the back of her hand.

A drop of blood instantly welled up from the needle prick and dripped down the pale back of her hand onto the white sheet.

She picked up her phone, trembling, and clicked on the video that was trending at number one.

In the darkness, Gu Ziang's blood-stained, hideous face appeared on the screen.

"Lin Qinghan is a brain-dead idiot..."

"Actually, I lost all my money at the casinos in Macau, not even a scrap of cash was left!"

Every sentence, every word.

They all transformed into a barbed dagger, twisting and turning fiercely inside Lin Qinghan's internal organs.

Her eyes widened, bloodshot and almost dripping with blood.

His breathing was like a broken bellows, making a wheezing sound.

It turns out that Gu Zi'ang never loved her.

From beginning to end, she was just a piece of fat meat on this gambler's chopping block.

For the sake of this rotten piece of flesh, she personally pushed Chen Yuan, who had treated her with all his heart, to someone else.

She lost her company, she lost her dignity, and now she's become the biggest joke in the entire Jianghai City.

His stomach erupted in spasms as if his intestines were being ripped open.

The pain of having her heart and lungs ripped out made her break out in a cold sweat.

A mouthful of bitter bile mixed with blood gushed out of her throat.

stab.

The spilled liquid onto the glowing phone screen obscured Gu Ziang's repulsive face.

Lin Qinghan gripped the hospital gown tightly to her chest with both hands, her fingernails digging until they broke off.

Blood stained the stripes of the white hospital gown.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't even utter a cry.

The last breath caught in his throat.

His eyes rolled back, and his whole body fell backward like a log.

He slammed heavily onto the hospital bed and completely lost consciousness.

A chilling wind blew through the abandoned garage.

The tattooed man whistled with satisfaction as he watched the number of clicks surge in the background of his phone screen.

This wave of public opinion campaign is enough to squeeze every last bit of value out of Gu Ziang.

He kicked Gu Ziang, who was on the ground, to the ground.

The soles of the leather shoes made a squelching sound as they rolled over the muddy puddles.

The tattooed man leading the group stepped on Gu Ziang's right index finger: "Since the Lin family went bankrupt and can't pay for you, then consider this finger as interest!"