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

With a cold face, the security guard pushed Lin Qinghan down onto the scorching hot ground.

"Miss Lin, our boss has given the order that no one from the Lin family, not even their dogs, are allowed inside."

Rough pebbles pierced the base of his palm, drawing out tiny beads of blood.

The heat waves from the ground burned her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Lin Qinghan collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

All I could hear was that piercing warning.

A metallic, sweet taste rose in my throat.

The Lin family, which she was so proud of, was not even as good as a stray dog ​​on the street in the eyes of the building's owner.

The white-collar workers passing by quickened their pace.

Those people covered their noses with the backs of their hands, their eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

A series of harsh, snickering sounds rose and fell.

Lin Qinghan bit her chapped lower lip hard, her teeth sinking into her flesh, and she tasted blood.

Just when she was almost out of strength to even get up.

From the far end of the street came a deep, steady roar of an engine.

The sound approached from afar, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Four all-black Mercedes SUVs led the way.

A stretched Rolls-Royce Phantom was clustered in the middle.

The convoy, exuding an unassailable aura of dominance, slowly drove into the exclusive plaza in front of the Star Venture Capital building.

The security guards who were standing by the gate immediately straightened their backs.

They stood in two rows and bowed in unison.

The glass sensor door slid open quickly to both sides.

A dozen or so senior executives from Xingchen Venture Capital, dressed in suits, rushed out.

These are the big shots whose every move in Jianghai City's financial circle can cause an earthquake.

Everyone held their breath at that moment, meticulously straightening even the wrinkles in their ties.

They lined up in two rows below the steps, according to their rank.

With a slight bend in the back, they adopted the most humble posture of greeting.

Lin Qinghan lay on the ground, her unfocused pupils slowly refocusing.

The mysterious big boss has arrived.

I just want to beg this person, I just want him to take a look at that proposal.

If the Lin family survives, Mom and Dad's fingers can be saved.

The instinct for survival overcame all humiliation.

She used her bleeding palm to support herself on the ground, stumbling as she tried to get up.

The convoy came to a smooth stop at the building entrance.

The Rolls-Royce in the middle was parked less than three meters away from Lin Qinghan.

The jet-black car body gleamed, reflecting her disheveled appearance.

The leading executive strode down the steps.

A hand wearing white gloves gripped the back door handle.

Lin Qinghan knelt beside the car.

With a dry, hoarse voice, he desperately squeezed out a few broken syllables.

"Boss... please save the Lin family..."

She clutched the stack of A4 papers covered in black footprints tightly to her chest.

It was as if they were protecting their last straw.

A faint motor hum came from the privacy window in the back of the Rolls-Royce.

The black glass slowly lowered halfway down.

The scent of high-grade fir wood diffused from the carriage, dispelling the sweltering heat.

Lin Qinghan suddenly raised her head.

An almost frantic anticipation ignited in his eyes.

She opened her bloodshot eyes wide.

They wanted to see clearly the deity who controlled the life and death of the Lin family.

My gaze passed through the half-lowered car window.

In the back seat of the carriage sat a man wearing a bespoke dark suit.

His long, slender legs were crossed, and his large, well-defined hands rested casually on his knees.

The expensive watch on her wrist reflected a cold luster.

The man's profile was as if it had been carved by a knife and axe.

It exudes a coldness that keeps people at arm's length.

The moment I saw that face clearly.

Lin Qinghan's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a beat.

The surrounding noise of traffic and the greetings from executives were all silenced in that instant.

All that remained in the world was that face she had looked at and disliked for five years.

Chen Yuan.

How could it be Chen Yuan?!

Her mouth was open, her jaw seemed to be dislocated, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

It felt like a bomb had been shoved into my head and exploded.

The man who wore an apron every day to wash her hands and cook for her.

That live-in son-in-law who was abandoned at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau without even a word from her.

He is currently sitting in the back seat of a luxury car worth tens of millions.

They enjoy the adoration of Jianghai City's top investment executives.

"Mr. Chen, all overseas funding channels have been opened, and we can inject capital at any time."

The CEO stood outside the car window, bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

The reverence in his tone was even stronger than when he was facing his own parents.

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly.

His deep black eyes swept indifferently across the window.

His gaze passed over the respectful executives.

It landed squarely on Lin Qinghan.

The two were less than three meters apart.

He sat high on a cloud, his aura as cold and hard as an emperor.

A man kneeling in the mud, covered in filth like a stray dog ​​begging for food.

Lin Qinghan met that gaze.

In those eyes that were once always full of tolerance and warmth towards her.

She couldn't find a shred of pity.

There wasn't a trace of hatred in his eyes.

There was only a kind of indifference, like looking at pebbles on the roadside.

That kind of complete disregard is more painful than slapping her a hundred times.

No one from the Lin family, including their dogs, is allowed to enter.

The security guard's words echoed in my mind once again.

Lin Qinghan felt her blood run cold.

His hands and feet were as cold as a corpse.

It turns out that the boss who issued this death order was Chen Yuan.

It turns out Chen Yuan wasn't going to be that female tycoon's housekeeper.

He himself is a super crocodile lurking in the deep sea!

Over the past five years, the Lin family has amassed assets worth tens of billions of yuan.

In his eyes, they were nothing more than ants that he could crush at any moment.

And she actually did it for Gu Zi'ang, that scoundrel who was drowning in high-interest loans.

He personally drove this true god out of his home.

The misplaced truth has turned into a rusty iron hammer.

It shattered her last bit of ridiculous pride.

A sharp, stabbing pain surged in my stomach.

Lin Qinghan braced herself on the ground with both hands.

The ten fingers scratched through the skin, leaving several bloody marks on the ground.

She wanted to call out Chen Yuan's name.

She wanted him to help her out of consideration for their past five years of relationship.

But it felt like there was a handful of sand stuck in my throat.

All that could be heard was a hissing sound of air leaking out.

All pride and dignity were crushed to dust in this moment.

Those acts of charity she was so proud of.

Those convictions she held that Chen Yuan couldn't live without her.

It all turned into a devastating slap in the face.

My ears are ringing.

Even my vision started to spin.

The man who always left a nightlight on for her.

Now, even glancing at her feels superfluous.

Chen Yuan looked away.

There wasn't even a pause of half a second.

It was as if even glancing at her would dirty my eyes.

He tapped his fingers twice on the car door armrest.

"Drive to the private entrance on the basement level."

A cold voice came through the car window.

It is devoid of any human emotion.

The driver immediately stepped on the gas.

The blacked-out car windows rose relentlessly upwards, accompanied by the sound of the motor.

That lofty, aloof silhouette.

They gradually disappeared behind the dark glass.

All of Lin Qinghan's hopes were extinguished.

The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly forward.

The tires rolled over the smooth plaza surface.

The executives all bowed and watched them leave.

No one paid any attention to Lin Qinghan lying on the ground beside him.

It was as if she were just a wisp of air that didn't bother her.

The taillights flashed briefly in the sunlight.

Drive into the shadows of the underground parking garage.

All that remained for Lin Qinghan was the lingering warmth of car exhaust fumes.

The sun was still blazing down overhead.

It made the surrounding air extremely hot.

Lin Qinghan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

There wasn't a trace of warmth on his body.

The proposal in my hand fell apart completely.

Several sheets of white paper with black footprints printed on them fluttered in the wind.

It rolled down to the curb.

It was swept into the trash can by a sanitation worker's broom.

Just like the Lin family's current fate.

Dirty, cheap, and nobody wanted it.

Chen Yuan's indifferent profile kept replaying in her mind.

That kind of condescending, downward gaze.

It made even her breath smell of blood.

My heartbeat became erratic.

Each impact pounded against his chest, bringing a tearing pain.

If she hadn't answered that phone call at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau that day...

If only she hadn't forgotten about the wedding rings.

The person sitting in the back seat of that Rolls-Royce now will be her.

She will also be the one who enjoys the admiration of thousands and holds assets worth hundreds of billions.

But there are no "what ifs".

Fate played a cruel joke on her.

The most precious treasure was handed to her, only to be smashed to pieces by her own hands.

Tears finally broke free.

It washed over her dusty cheeks.

Lin Qinghan collapsed to the ground, watching the car window slowly roll up, a desperate wail escaping his throat: "That investment legend I couldn't even look up to... it's actually Chen Yuan?!"