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

Zhao Ya screamed and jumped up from the heat, but Chen Yuan stepped over her as if she were a pile of garbage: "You and she are a bunch of snakes and rats. You make me feel nauseous."

His upright figure blended into the bustling crowd.

The leather shoes stepped on the bluestone slabs without even a moment's hesitation.

He ignored the woman behind him clutching her swollen, blistered chest, rolling on the ground and wailing.

A cold wind swept across the street corner, carrying away the last bit of warmth.

Chen Yuan's eyes remained completely calm, as if he had merely brushed off a speck of dust.

In the old town of Jianghai City, there is a narrow, dark alley that never gets any sunlight.

The walls on both sides were covered with blackened, peeling paint and slippery moss.

In the corner of the alley, piles of fermenting kitchen waste emitted a pungent, sour stench.

Oily green scum floated on the uneven surface of the muddy puddles.

Lin Qinghan dragged her two legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, through the sticky mud.

The soles of the shoes were worn through, and rough pebbles were digging directly into the soles of my feet.

With each step, the stinging pain in the soles of my feet shoots straight to my brain.

She dared not stop, fearing she would be caught by the loan sharks wielding machetes.

He was clutching a plastic bag tightly in his hand, inside which was half a cold steamed bun that he had just picked up.

The spasms in my stomach came in waves, each one more intense than the last.

She was forced to bend over and press her elbow against her cramping abdomen.

Cold sweat dripped down his pale cheeks, splattering onto his mud-stained collar.

Just two weeks ago, she was a female CEO sitting in a constant-temperature office, issuing orders.

Now, however, they can only live like rats that cannot be seen in the light of day.

Sudden.

A few meters ahead, in the shadows of a trash can, came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

A hunched, dark figure slowly emerged.

It blocked the already narrow path.

Lin Qinghan paused, her chapped lips pressed tightly together.

The dim light shone on the man's face.

The moment she saw that face clearly, her pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Gu Zi'ang.

That white moonlight who used to be full of sweet words and whom she cherished in the palm of her hand.

At this moment, however, he resembled a wild beast that had lost its mind.

His white suit was now a tattered rag stained with blood.

The hair was tangled and stuck to the scalp, emitting a nauseating, rancid smell.

The most horrifying thing was his right hand.

It was wrapped in dirty gauze, and the dark red bloodstains had scabbed over and turned black.

The space where the index finger should be was empty, with only a small section of the bandaged hard lump remaining.

"So cold and desolate..."

Gu Ziang grinned, revealing his bloodied teeth.

His voice was hoarse and rough, like two rusty iron sheets rubbing together.

I've been looking for you for so long.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, crept rapidly up Lin Qinghan's spine.

"You...you stay away!"

She retreated repeatedly, her broken heel sinking into the mud.

It made a hissing sound.

My fingers loosened, and the plastic bag containing the steamed buns fell to the ground.

It rolled into a puddle of dirty water, covered in white foam.

Gu Ziang completely ignored her resistance.

He took two big steps forward suddenly.

With his remaining intact left hand, he gripped Lin Qinghan's collar tightly.

The force was so strong that her feet were lifted off the ground.

"Where's the money! Give me the money!"

His eyes were bloodshot, staring so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Foul-smelling saliva sprayed onto Lin Qinghan's pale face.

"Those mad dogs chasing me for debt chopped off one of my fingers!"

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't pretended to be rich, I wouldn't have been targeted by them!"

He roared madly.

Her distorted features showed no trace of the vulnerability she had displayed when she feigned pitifulness in the hospital.

Lin Qinghan was being strangled so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

The oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out little by little.

She frantically waved her hands and slapped Gu Ziang's arm.

"I'm broke... My company went bankrupt, and they even seized my villa..."

She struggled to squeeze out broken syllables from her throat.

"We don't even have the money for my parents to buy medicine..."

"You're lying!"

Gu Ziang slapped her across the face.

The loud sound of a slap echoed through the alley.

Lin Qinghan was knocked to the side by the blow, her lip was cut, and she tasted the salty, metallic taste of blood.

"Isn't your ex-fiancé, Chen Yuan, driving a supercar worth hundreds of millions?!"

Gu Ziang gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with greed.

"You were together for five years, he must have given you a considerable breakup fee!"

"Give me the money! I want to use it to make up for my losses!"

Upon hearing the name "Chen Yuan".

Lin Qinghan felt as if her heart had been stabbed.

A dull ache spread throughout my limbs and bones.

She opened her swollen, red eyes and looked at the hideous man in front of her.

The image of Chen Yuan's indifferent profile, holding an umbrella in the rain, replayed in my mind.

The man who treated her like his whole world.

She drove him away herself because of this pile of garbage in front of him.

This is hell.

I dug this pit myself and jumped into hell step by step.

"I didn't receive a single penny..."

Lin Qinghan gave up struggling and let him grab her collar.

Tears mixed with blood from the corner of his mouth fell down.

"He doesn't even want to look at me, Gu Zi'ang, we're all finished."

Gu Ziang's facial muscles twitched violently a few times.

The last glimmer of hope in his eyes was utterly shattered by those words.

All that's left is a desperate, desperate madness.

"You bitch! How dare you play me!"

He loosened his collar and shoved Lin Qinghan to the ground.

Mud splashed all over her.

The icy sewage soaked through my thin clothes and clung to my skin.

Followed by.

Gu Ziang took something out of his pocket.

Click.

The sound of the mechanism clicking was particularly crisp in the dark alley.

A switchblade popped out.

The blade was covered with reddish-brown rust, but the edge gleamed with a dark, cold light.

The tip of the knife was aimed directly at Lin Qinghan's face.

Lin Qinghan trembled with fear and crawled backward on all fours.

The rough gravel cut her palm.

"Gu Zi'ang, you've gone mad! Murder is punishable by death!"

She cried out hysterically, her voice echoing against the walls of the alley.

"I've lost all my fingers, and loan sharks are after me everywhere!"

"I'm going to die anyway, so what am I afraid of!"

Gu Ziang pounced on him.

His knee slammed down hard on Lin Qinghan's stomach.

The intense pain caused Lin Qinghan to let out a scream.

He curled up into a ball.

The cramping and pressure in her stomach almost made her faint.

Gu Ziang pressed down hard on both of her wrists with his left hand.

His right hand, missing its index finger, gripped the switchblade.

The blade pressed against Lin Qinghan's carotid artery.

The icy metallic touch was accompanied by a chilling killing intent.

The rust on the blade exuded a deadly stench.

"Hand over your jewelry! Now!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and spittle flew everywhere.

Lin Qinghan shook her head desperately, tears blurring her vision.

"I pawned...I pawned them all..."

"Even the wedding ring was thrown into the trash by Chen Yuan..."

She cried so hard she couldn't breathe.

This is retribution, the price of abandoning that man.

If Chen Yuan were here, how could he have let her end up with a knife to her throat?

Gu Ziang's hands were trembling.

The blade drew a thin line of blood on Lin Qinghan's fair neck.

Bright red blood beads rolled down, staining the collar.

"Useless! You useless woman!"

He roared in exasperation.

The hand that lost its index finger lacked grip strength, and even the knife handle was trembling.

The murderous intent in his eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing.

He removed the blade from Lin Qinghan's neck and pressed it heavily against her left cheek.

Gu Zi'ang pressed the rusty knife firmly against Lin Qinghan's face, his smile twisted like a demon's: "Since you have no money, then come to hell with me!"