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

[Brain Storage]

[For every day a reader stores their account, their appearance increases by 1 and their fortune increases by 9999!]

[Normal pacing, not mindless gameplay; the motorcycle journey officially begins around chapter 85!]

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When Jiang Ye arrived at the airport in Country M, it was already past nine o'clock at night.

After sitting in economy class for more than ten hours, his legs were a little numb. But he didn't bother to rest, and carrying a faded canvas bag, he quickly walked out of the airport.

Inside the canvas bag, a thermal box was carefully protected. Inside were his homemade sweet and sour pork ribs, wrapped in three layers of aluminum foil, and still warm.

Today is his birthday.

But he turned down all his plans back home and flew halfway around the world to come here, just to see his wife and daughter.

Shen Qinghan has been in the US for over half a year, bringing her daughter Shen Xinyu to explore overseas markets. During this time, Jiang Ye has stayed in China alone, guarding their empty home.

It was already 10 p.m. when they arrived at the luxury villa that Shen Qinghan had rented in the United States.

The nanny, Aunt Liu, opened the door.

Upon seeing Jiang Ye, Aunt Liu paused, her eyes darting around. "Mr. Jiang, why...why did you suddenly come?"

"Where are Qinghan and Xinyu?" Jiang Ye asked as he changed his shoes.

"President Shen hasn't left work yet; Miss Xinyu is playing in her room."

Jiang Ye nodded, put down the canvas bag, and took only the insulated box upstairs.

Pushing open her daughter's bedroom door, she found six-year-old Shen Xinyu wearing an expensive princess nightgown, hunched over her desk fiddling with something.

She was so focused that she didn't even notice the door open.

Jiang Ye looked at his daughter's fluffy head, and all the fatigue of the past few days vanished. He walked over quietly, his voice gentle: "Xinyu, Daddy's here."

Shen Xinyu was startled. When she turned around and saw that it was Jiang Ye, she was not surprised at all. Instead, she frowned.

"Why do you walk so quietly?! You scared me to death!"

Jiang Ye paused for a moment, then gave a habitual apologetic smile: "Dad was afraid of disturbing you. Look, Dad brought you your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, they're still warm."

He reached out to hug his daughter, but Shen Xinyu pushed him away.

"Hey, don't touch me! You smell like something out of an airplane, it's awful!" Shen Xinyu covered her nose and backed away with a look of disgust.

Jiang Ye's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked down at himself and silently withdrew his hand.

"Okay, Dad's going to take a shower. What are you doing? You're so focused." Jiang Ye tried to change the subject, his gaze falling on the desk.

On the table was a pile of high-end leather care tools, and Shen Xinyu was clumsily waxing a men's belt.

"I'm preparing a birthday present for Uncle Zimo!"

Mentioning this, Shen Xinyu's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Next week is Uncle Zimo's birthday. Mom said that Uncle Zimo is a big businessman and needs to pay attention to his image. My mom and I spent a long time choosing this belt, and I'm going to polish it until it shines myself!"

Jiang Ye's heart sank.

Gu Ziming.

Shen Qinghan's senior from university, the white moonlight in her heart.

Six months ago, Gu Ziming returned to the United States with the title of "Wall Street returnee elite". Shen Qinghan immediately handed over the business of the overseas branch to him.

Jiang Ye's throat felt a little dry. Looking at his daughter's excited face, he asked softly, "Xinyu... do you remember what day it is today?"

"Today?" Shen Xinyu didn't even look up, continuing to vigorously rub the belt. "It's Friday today. Don't talk to me, or you'll ruin it, and Uncle Zimo won't like it."

Jiang Ye stood there, like a superfluous wooden stake.

He looked at the insulated box in his hand and suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

After not seeing each other for more than half a year, her biological daughter didn't even say "Daddy, I miss you" once. All she could think about was how to please another man.

"Then you go ahead and get busy." Jiang Ye put down the insulated box, turned around and walked out of the room.

Back in the master bedroom, Jiang Ye took a shower. By the time he came out, it was almost midnight.

Shen Qinghan still hasn't returned.

Jiang Ye sat on the edge of the bed, took out the old phone with a cracked corner on the screen, and dialed Shen Qinghan's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Speak quickly, I'm very busy."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Qinghan's voice was as arrogant and impatient as ever.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath: "Qinghan, I've arrived in the US. I'm at the villa."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice suddenly rose: "Who sent you? What are you doing here?"

"Today is my birthday. I thought it had been a long time since our family of three had gotten together, so I came to see you and Xinyu."

"Jiang Ye, are you just bored?" Shen Qing asked, sounding flustered, then gave a cold laugh. "I'm out negotiating multi-billion dollar projects, working non-stop every day. What are you doing here causing me trouble?"

Jiang Ye's heart sank: "I just wanted to see you all..."

"Alright, stop bothering me with your trivial and fussy things. I don't have time to celebrate your birthday with you."

Just then, a gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Qinghan, the hangover soup is ready. Drink some while it's hot. Who called?"

It was Gu Ziming's voice.

Jiang Ye's breath caught in his throat.

Midnight, a lone man and woman, a hangover remedy.

"It's nothing, just a driver who dialed the wrong number."

Shen Qinghan replied calmly, then said coldly into the phone, "I'm not going back tonight. You can sleep by yourself."

beep-

The phone call was abruptly ended.

Jiang Ye stared at the black screen of his phone, remaining motionless for a long time.

Seven years have passed.

Seven years ago, to repay the life-saving grace of Old Master Shen, Jiang Ye concealed his identity as the behind-the-scenes founder of the world's top financial group "Kunlun Capital" and married into the Shen family as an ordinary driver.

At that time, Mr. Shen was seriously ill and had less than a year left to live.

Jiang Ye didn't tell anyone his true identity, intending to be just a husband in name only, fulfilling the old man's dying wish.

He had a well-thought-out plan: once the old man passed away, he would peacefully divorce Shen Qinghan, and from then on, they would owe each other nothing.

But who would have thought that on the night after the old man passed away, Shen Qinghan got drunk and cried as she hugged him... After that absurd night, Shen Qinghan became pregnant and had a daughter, Shen Xinyu.

Because of this unexpected bloodline, Jiang Ye completely gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

For the past seven years, he willingly continued to be Shen Qinghan's personal driver, silently protecting her and her daughter. He took care of all the dirty and tiring chores at home, raising Shen Xinyu from infancy to adulthood.

After Shen Qinghan took over the Shen Group, he faced bankruptcy several times. It was Jiang Ye who secretly used his connections and funds to push the Shen Group to its current market value of tens of billions.

He believed that as long as he was sincere enough, he could eventually warm the stone.

But now it seems that in Shen Qinghan's eyes, he doesn't even deserve a name; he's still just a "driver who dialed the wrong number."

the next morning.

Jiang Ye got up very early. He looked at the unshaven, tired-looking man in the mirror and smiled self-deprecatingly.

No matter what, their daughter Shen Xinyu is still their biological child.

Since we've come all this way, we should at least have a proper talk.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Shen Qinghan.

Do you have time at noon? Bring Xinyu along, let's have lunch together.

After sending the message, Jiang Ye sat in the living room and waited.

My phone didn't vibrate until 11 a.m.

Shen Qinghan replied: [I have an important international meeting at noon, I'm busy. You can eat by yourself.]

Jiang Ye looked at the cold reply, without anger or questioning.

He simply put his phone back in his pocket and walked out of the villa.

The streets of Country M were bustling. Jiang Ye wandered aimlessly, and before he knew it, he had arrived at a Michelin three-star restaurant.

Jiang Ye had booked a table at this restaurant for Shen Qinghan once before, when she first came to the United States, to celebrate her securing her first overseas order.

Jiang Ye stopped and was about to light a cigarette.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the restaurant's huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Three people were sitting in the VIP seats by the window.

Shen Qinghan, dressed in an elegant business suit, tilted her head, a rare gentle smile on her lips, as she listened to the man opposite her speak.

The man opposite me was dressed in a bespoke suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses; he was very refined and cultured.

It was Gu Ziming.

Shen Xinyu was sitting next to Gu Ziming.

Gu Ziming was patiently cutting the steak on the plate into small pieces and feeding it to Shen Xinyu.

Shen Xinyu happily swung her legs, and after finishing her meal, she leaned over and kissed Gu Ziming on the cheek.

"Zimo's dad is so nice!"

Although he couldn't hear the sound through the glass, he clearly understood the pronunciation of the word "Dad" from his daughter's mouth.

Zimo's father.

Jiang Ye's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, trembled slightly, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

He saw that Shen Qinghan not only did not stop her from calling him "daughter," but smiled even more brightly, and even took a tissue to gently wipe the sauce off Gu Ziming's lips.

What a heartwarming picture of a happy family of three.

Jiang Ye's gaze shifted downwards.

He noticed that Shen Xinyu was wearing a sparkling crystal necklace around her neck.

As expected, it was a gift from Gu Ziming.

The peace and safety plaque he had personally carved for his daughter from the finest sandalwood over a month was carelessly tossed into a corner of the dining table.

This is what Shen Qinghan referred to as a "transnational conference".

This is his biological daughter, whom he raised with great care and love.

Jiang Ye stood on the bustling street and suddenly felt a sense of irony.

Seven years of dedication, seven years of forbearance, seven years of humble flattery.

What they got in return was a complete joke.

He thought he was the pillar of the Shen family, but in the eyes of the mother and daughter, he was nothing.

There was no angry roar, no urge to rush into the restaurant.

At this moment, Jiang Ye's heart died completely.

He took a deep look at the three people in the glass window, turned around, and left without looking back.