The Ex-Husbands Revenge

Chris Chen couldnt believe his luck. "Hehe! Im actually a rich second generation; no more eating steamed buns for me."

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"Urban Overnight Riches" - Chapter 1 Orphan

"Excuse me, Id like to buy two steamed buns," Chris Chen said to the cafeteria lady.

"Steamed buns are only sold in the morning, not in the afternoon," the cafeteria lady replied with a look of disdain. Chris was known for always buying the cheapest food, never any meat or vegetables, and his meal card balance never exceeded double digits.

Feeling his stomach rumble with hunger, Chris glanced at the other dishes in the cafeteria window and then at the price tags in front of them...

"Hurry up, theres a line," someone behind him grumbled.

"Chris, cant you just go back to eating your compressed biscuits? This cafeteria isnt a place for you," another student mocked.

Chris, who was known for always wearing his middle and high school uniforms at South River University, was somewhat of a celebrity. Ever since the student councils Tina Zeng had reported his "glorious" of picking up trash next to the trash bin when he enrolled, all the students at South River University looked down on him, wishing they could step on him and punch him.

Ignoring the cold remarks, Chris clenched his meal card, his knuckles turning white, and left the cafeteria without a word.

Chris was an orphan, but one who was fortunate enough to be placed in a position to study by the orphanage.

The saying "knowledge changes fate" might be just a platitude for others, but for Chris, it was the only opportunity and hope. Therefore, he consistently achieved excellent grades, earning scholarships and a guaranteed admission spot at South River University. His academic performance also meant that Chris never had any friends in junior high, high school, or college.

Since he couldnt afford to live in the dorms, the school temporarily cleaned out a storage room in the library for Chris to stay in, provided he helped organize books and clean the library every night. At nine in the morning, ten dollars would be added to his meal card as compensation for his work.

"Xiao Yang, are you back?" Old Man Wu, the librarian, was holding two walnuts in his hand, lying on a lounge chair, leisurely basking in the sun.

Every time Chris returned, Old Man Wu would greet him, but Chris never responded, always walking past on his own.

However, this time, Old Man Wu suddenly sat up from his lounge chair and waved at Chris, saying, "Come here, Xiao Yang, Uncle Wu has something good for you."

Chris walked over woodenly, thinking that Old Man Wu might also start to tease him.

He saw Old Man Wu squeeze the walnuts in his hands, and inside the crushed shells was a round copper coin with an animal face pattern.

Old Man Wu said mysteriously, "Youve suffered for eighteen years, and its time for your luck to turn. Im giving you this Taotie Swallowing Gold Coin. You must use it well and not let money blind your mind."

Chris thought it was crazy; he didnt have more than ten dollars on him, how could money blind his mind?

Chris mechanically took the so-called "Taotie Swallowing Gold Coin" from Old Man Wu and returned to his storage room, still hungry.

South River City, Dignity Tower helipad.

A private helicopter steadily landed on the helipad, with burly bodyguards in black suits and earpieces lining both sides.

A pair of slender, sexy legs in black stockings first appeared in the bodyguards view, followed by a tight, toned stomach and a pert derriere wrapped in a black skirt. A woman in a professional OL outfit stepped out of the helicopter and stood respectfully to one side. Her facial expressions were minimal, but her stunning beauty was enough to attract all the men present.

"Leng Ran, are you sure my cousin is really at South River University?"

Leng Ran adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Yes, miss. His name is Chris Chen, and he is currently working as a work-study student at South River University."

"Work-study student?" The girl in the plane snorted disdainfully, "Its a disgrace to our Chen family. Forget it, let Uncle Fu approach him. I really dont want to be with those poor people."

Leng Ran nodded in understanding and helped the girl in a Western-style dress out of the helicopter.

The girl was Vivian Chen, the niece of the worlds richest man, Wang Jing Chen.

Technically, with no children of his own, if Wang Jing Chen were critically ill in the United States, she would be his only legitimate heir. Who would have thought that at this critical moment, Wang Jing Chen would suddenly say he had a grandson who was lost outside, and this grandson turned out to be a poor orphan from South River City.

A new contender emerged, and it was impossible for Vivian not to hate this poor devil. She even suspected that this so-called Chris Chen had no blood relation to Wang Jing Chen and was just someone Wang Jing Chen randomly picked. After all, Wang Jing Chen didnt even have any illegitimate children, let alone any grandsons.

Fortunately, the Chen Group is such a large enterprise that not anyone can become the heir at will. Whether Chris Chen can inherit Wang Jing Chens fortune or not depends on whether he can pass Uncle Fus test.

The next day, Chris, who had been hungry all night, went to the cafeteria early in the morning to buy two steamed buns to satiate his hunger, then went to the classroom to prepare for class.

He had just opened his textbook to review when a faint fragrance wafted into his nose.

Chris looked up and saw Anqi, the class monitor, dressed in a pink striped short-sleeved shirt, full of youthful girlishness, smiling at him.

"Chris, Im planning to organize a trip to Bodhisattva Mountain tomorrow. Are you going?" Anqis smile was very sweet, and her clear, black-and-white eyes were also very lively, showing no disdain for Chris. Of course, she knew about Chriss difficult family conditions, but as a classmate, she had to ask politely.

"I... I dont have time tomorrow," was the expected answer.

Anqi didnt say much more, just put a pencil case on Chriss desk and said with a smile, "This is a souvenir I made for everyone. Since you dont have time tomorrow, take this souvenir."

This pencil case might not be exquisite to others, but to Chris, it was already perfect. He picked up the pencil case in a fluster and said awkwardly, "I... I dont have money."

Anqi was also embarrassed and quickly waved her hand to explain, "This souvenir is free, Im giving it to everyone."

Anqis best friend, Guoguo Zhang, couldnt stand it anymore, pulled Anqi away, and looked at Chris with disdain, saying, "Poor guy, always thinking about money. Do you know Anqis good intentions? Anqi, I told you not to be a goody-two-shoes, but you didnt listen. What can giving him a pencil case change? Its a waste of the days youve been busy with