You Left Me Behind to Get Your Marriage License? I’m Feeding the Female Billionaire, So Why Are You Crying?

(The rating has just been posted and will rise over time. I’m a new author, so please feel free to point out anything I could improve in the comments.) On the day they were supposed to register their marriage, Chen Yuan’s fiancée of five years got a call and left him behind to look after the man she had always loved, who had sprained his ankle. Chen Yuan didn’t try to stop her. He tossed his wedding ring into the trash and withdrew all the foundational code and core formulas he had written for her. Whoever wants to be a doormat can take the job! For some peace and quiet, Chen Yuan applied to be the butler of a lavish mansion. His employer was Shen Wanzhou, the rumored cold-blooded trillionaire businesswoman. There was just one rule: “Don’t meet me. Leave the food at my door. Your monthly salary is one hundred thousand.” Chen Yuan was delighted to have the place to himself. He made a fortune trading stocks and casually cooked himself late-night snacks. Until one day, the trillionaire, who suffered from extreme social anxiety and anorexia, hugged a pillow and crouched outside his room. Blushing, she murmured, “Um… could I have another bite of your sweet-and-sour ribs?” … Meanwhile, after her company went bankrupt and everyone turned against her, Lin Qinghan finally lost her mind. She knelt outside the Shen family’s mansion, begging for a chance to see Chen Yuan. When the gates opened, she saw the lofty trillionaire sitting obediently on Chen Yuan’s lap, asking him for a kiss. Lin Qinghan completely fell apart!