After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

It took a full five minutes for Old Mrs. Shen to recover after Gu Ziming left.

She was so angry that she slammed her cane against the marble floor, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

She turned her head sharply, her cloudy old eyes staring fiercely at Shen Qinghan, who was huddled on the sofa.

The doting and favoritism he once showed his granddaughter was gone from his eyes; only endless disgust, anger, and even a hint of murderous intent remained.

"Look what you've done! What kind of devil have you messed with?!"

"Grandma...I...I didn't want this to happen...I didn't know it would turn out like this..."

Shen Qinghan covered her face and broke down in tears, which streamed down her face through her fingers.

She now lives in fear every day. Gu Ziming's狰狞 face just now is like a nightmare that she can't get rid of, clinging to her tightly.

"Cry! You still have the nerve to cry! What else can you do besides cry?!"

Grandma Shen was furious. She grabbed the expensive purple clay teacup from the table and smashed it hard at Shen Qinghan's feet.

With a sharp "crack," the teacup shattered into pieces, and shards of porcelain cut Shen Qinghan's calf, drawing out traces of blood, but she didn't even dare to dodge.

"Where would the Shen family get 50 million for him right now? The company doesn't even have 5 million in working capital!"

"It's all because of you, you jinx! If you hadn't been so blind, insisting on divorcing Jiang Ye and getting involved with this Gu Ziming, how could our Shen family have fallen to this state!"

As Mrs. Shen spoke, she grew increasingly angry, her chest heaving violently, and she issued an ultimatum.

"I'm telling you, Shen Qinghan, the Shen family absolutely cannot be ruined in your hands!"

"Starting today, all your credit cards and debit cards are suspended, and all your allowance is confiscated!"

"Get out of here right now! Go beg Jiang Ye!"

"Jiang Ye is now the big boss of Kunlun Capital. Only he has the ability to come up with 50 million, and only he can help our Shen family deal with that scoundrel Gu Ziming!"

"No matter what method you use—kneeling, kowtowing, even stripping naked to beg him—you must win Jiang Ye's forgiveness!"

"If Jiang Ye doesn't give in, you can die out there and never come back to this house! I'll pretend I never had a granddaughter like you!"

Shen Qinghan was completely stunned by the old lady's heartless and cold-blooded words.

She looked up, staring in disbelief at the grotesque old man before her.

Is this still the same grandmother who once doted on her and called her the pride of the Shen family?

Faced with the interests of the family, kinship was so worthless that she didn't hesitate to kick her out like trash!

However, Shen Qinghan had no room to resist.

The housekeeper, right in front of her, ruthlessly confiscated all her bank cards and car keys from her bag.

Penniless, Shen Qinghan could only wander like a ghost, dressed in thin clothes, and was forcibly driven out of the Shen family mansion.

The door slammed shut behind her with a cold sound.

As night fell, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky over Hanju.

The autumn rain felt bone-chillingly cold on my skin.

In the upscale villa district of Hanju, the mansions are brightly lit, exuding a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The only thing missing was the villa where Shen Qinghan and Jiang Ye had once lived as their wedding home. It was pitch black, without a single ray of light, like a silent, lifeless tomb.

Because she didn't have money for a taxi, Shen Qinghan walked for more than two hours in the rain before finally dragging her exhausted and nearly broken body back here.

She pressed the password with her frozen fingers and pushed open the villa's door.

The room was cold and damp, filled with a musty smell from a lack of ventilation, and there was no sign of human presence.

In the past, whenever she pushed open this door, she was always greeted by warm lights and the enticing aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.

Jiang Ye would always be wearing an apron with a cartoon bear printed on it, holding a spatula in his hand, and smiling as he came out of the kitchen to greet her.

He would gently take her bag, get her slippers, and then say affectionately, "Honey, you're off work! You must be tired. Dinner will be ready soon, go wash your hands."

But now, there's nothing left.

Darkness swallowed everything.

There isn't even a nanny to cook for us.

The Shen family cut off her source of income, so she couldn't afford to hire a nanny at all. All the servants she used to work for had left because they couldn't pay her wages.

She doesn't even have the money to order the cheapest takeout meal now.

My stomach made a rumbling protesting sound, and I felt waves of cramping pain.

Her pregnancy made her feel hungrier, tired, and weaker than usual.

Shen Qinghan fumbled in the dark to turn on the light, walked into the empty kitchen, and hopefully opened the large double-door refrigerator.

The room was empty except for a few wilted, yellowed scallions and a handful of noodles that had been sitting in the corner for who knows how long.

She sighed, tears welling up in her eyes, and decided to cook for herself.

However, how could Miss Shen, who had never lifted a finger since childhood and couldn't even distinguish between scallions and garlic, know how to cook?

She clumsily turned on the gas stove, and the flame shot up high with a "whoosh".

"what!"

Shen Qinghan screamed in fright and stumbled backward, almost dropping the pot in her hand.

After finally calming herself down and boiling the water, she grabbed the noodles and, without even tearing off the wrapper, threw them all into the boiling pot.

The noodles rolled around in the boiling water, and because they weren't stirred, they quickly stuck together, turning into a pot of sticky, white paste.

She remembered that Jiang Ye used to add salt when making noodles, so she picked up the salt shaker.

As a result, my hand slipped and poured most of the can of salt in, which instantly dissolved in the noodle soup.

Finally, she placed the bowl of plain noodles, which looked terrible and smelled burnt and raw, on the cold dining table.

Shen Qinghan picked up her chopsticks, scooped up a clump of noodles that were stuck together like glue, closed her eyes, and put it in her mouth.

"vomit--"

It was both salty and bitter, so strong it hurt my throat, and it had a nauseating raw flour taste.

It's even harder to swallow than poison!

Shen Qinghan felt a violent churning in her stomach. She pushed the chair away abruptly, rushed to the sink, and began to dry heave violently.

He almost vomited up jaundice fluid.

After vomiting, Shen Qinghan was extremely weak. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold, hard kitchen floor.

She gasped for breath, staring at the bowl of plain noodles on the table that even a dog wouldn't touch, and at the empty, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth in the kitchen.

Shen Qinghan's tears could no longer be held back and burst forth.

Countless images flooded her mind uncontrollably, flashing wildly like a revolving lantern.

In the past, Jiang Ye was like a magical chef in this kitchen.

She casually complained that she wanted to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, and Jiang Ye would run to three different vegetable markets early in the morning just to buy the freshest local pork ribs.

Then spend a few hours making her a plate of ribs that are bright red, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour, comparable to the skills of a Michelin three-star chef.

When she was in so much pain during her period that she was rolling around in bed, Jiang Ye would sweat profusely as he brewed brown sugar ginger tea, sit by her bedside, blow on it to cool it down, and carefully feed it to her.

When she came home hungry from working overtime late at night, Jiang Ye would get out of his warm bed without complaint and cook her a bowl of hot shrimp wonton noodles. The soup base was made with broth from an old hen, and a perfectly fried soft-boiled egg would be placed on top.

At that time, Jiang Ye spoiled her into a useless princess who couldn't take care of herself, enjoying the purest and most selfless love in the world.

However, she took all of this for granted and even felt it was cheap.

She disliked Jiang Ye for lacking ambition and for being a stay-at-home husband who only cared about cooking and smelled of cooking oil.

She felt that Gu Ziming, a rich second-generation heir who drove a Ferrari, frequented high-end clubs, and was full of sweet talk, was the perfect man that Shen Qinghan should be matched with.

But now?