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

The next day, early in the morning.

The weather in Hanju was getting colder and colder. The gray sky seemed to be pressing down, and there was a biting chill in the air.

Jiang Ye got up early at Donghu Apartment.

After washing up, he made himself a bowl of clear soup noodles, and after eating, he began to pack his gear for the upcoming motorcycle trip.

Tent, sleeping bag, windproof matches, first aid kit... he neatly stuffed each item into the aluminum alloy side box of the motorcycle.

Just as he was about to check the vehicle and tools, he suddenly stopped.

"Damn it, I forgot to bring out that imported torque wrench and tire repair kit." Jiang Ye slapped his forehead.

That tool set was something he had a friend bring back from abroad when he was into motorcycles. It was very handy, and it would be very troublesome if the motorcycle broke down on a long motorcycle trip without it.

He thought about it carefully and realized that the tool set should still be in the locker in the underground garage of the Half-Mountain Cloud Top Villa.

Jiang Ye glanced at the time; it was 8:30 in the morning.

According to Shen Qinghan's usual routine, she should have already gone to the company for the morning meeting by now, and Shen Xinyu should have been sent to kindergarten by the nanny.

"Go back and get it, then leave immediately. We probably won't run into each other."

Jiang Ye made up his mind, put on his windproof riding clothes and helmet, mounted his brand-new rally motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and headed towards the hillside villa.

Half an hour later, the motorcycle stopped outside the villa's gate.

Jiang Ye didn't ring the doorbell, but instead habitually stretched out his finger and pressed it on the fingerprint lock on the door.

"Beep—Fingerprint verification successful."

With a soft click, the heavy bronze door slowly opened.

The villa was quiet; the living room on the first floor was dark, as the lights were off. The housekeeper, Aunt Liu, seemed to have gone out to buy groceries and wasn't home.

Jiang Ye didn't linger on the first floor; he went straight through the living room to get something from the underground garage.

However, just as he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly heard footsteps from the second floor, accompanied by the low taunts of a man and a woman.

"Zi Mo, you're so mean, so early in the morning..."

"Who can resist your charm? I simply can't control myself."

Upon hearing those two voices, Jiang Ye abruptly stopped in his tracks, his brows instantly furrowing into a deep frown.

He looked up and followed the direction of the sound.

At the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Shen Qinghan and Gu Ziming were walking down side by side.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a wine-red silk nightgown, her hair was slightly messy and draped over her shoulders. Her face, which was usually cold and aloof, now had a blush that had not yet faded, and her eyes and brows revealed a sense of languor and satisfaction.

Gu Ziming, who was walking beside her, was wearing a gray men's bathrobe.

That bathrobe belongs to Jiang Ye!

The two were very close, with Gu Ziming's hand brazenly wrapped around Shen Qinghan's waist.

It was obvious that the two of them slept together last night. And, in this villa, in the master bedroom on the second floor that once belonged to Jiang Ye and Shen Qinghan!

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The three of them bumped into each other at the bottom of the stairs.

Shen Qinghan's smile froze instantly. When she saw that the man standing downstairs was Jiang Ye, a hint of panic and guilt flashed in her eyes.

She subconsciously took a step to the side and broke free from Gu Ziming's hand.

Gu Ziming was also taken aback, but then a provocative and smug look appeared in his eyes. Instead of backing down, he deliberately tore open the collar of his bathrobe a little.

Jiang Ye stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the two of them.

He thought he had completely given up on Shen Qinghan and no longer cared about her being with Gu Ziming. After all, if his heart was dead, why would he care who she slept with?

However, when this scene actually happened before his eyes, in the marital home where he had lived for seven years, Jiang Ye felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and repression deep in his heart!

They're not divorced yet!

Legally, Shen Qinghan is still Jiang Ye's wife!

She brought the other man back to the marital home a few days after he moved out, and he slept in his bed and wore his clothes!

This is no longer a matter of a broken relationship; this is a blatant trampling of a man's dignity!

Jiang Ye's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, his nails digging deep into his palms. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging anger churning in his chest.

"You...you're back?" Shen Qinghan broke the silence first. She tried to remain calm, but there was still a hint of unease in her voice.

To hide her guilty conscience, she habitually adopted her haughty CEO demeanor, her brow furrowing as her tone instantly sharpened: "Jiang Ye, don't you know any manners? Since you've already moved out, why didn't you knock before coming back? Who gave you the right to barge in!"

Hearing this blatant complaint, Jiang Ye was so angry he almost laughed.

"Knock?" Jiang Ye looked at her coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Shen Qinghan, are you mistaken about something? This villa is our marital home. Legally, I am still the male head of the household here. Do I need to knock to return to my own home?"

"You!" Shen Qinghan choked for a moment, his face turning pale and then red.

Jiang Ye couldn't be bothered to look at their disgusting faces anymore. He loosened his fist, turned around, and strode towards the underground parking garage.

"I'm coming back to get some tools, and I'll leave right away."

A few minutes later, Jiang Ye came out of the garage carrying a black toolbox.

Shen Qinghan and Gu Ziming had already reached the living room on the first floor and were sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Ye walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, placed the toolbox beside his feet, turned around, and looked at Shen Qinghan with a calm and indifferent gaze.

"Shen Qinghan, since you're already so eager to move into your marital home, there's no point in dragging things out between us." Jiang Ye's voice was calm. "Let's get a divorce."

Upon hearing the word "divorce," Shen Qinghan abruptly raised her head, looking at Jiang Ye with a face full of surprise.

She frowned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

In her mind, Jiang Ye was like a piece of chewing gum that she couldn't get rid of. For the past seven years, no matter how much she neglected or humiliated him, he silently endured it like a dog and never dared to say a word of "no".

Now, he's actually bringing up divorce?

"Jiang Ye, you've really gotten bold, haven't you?" Shen Qing sneered, her face full of disdain. "You think you can blackmail me with divorce and I'll bow down to you? You think you can remove me from your blacklist? Let me tell you, your 'playing hard to get' tactic is utterly pathetic!"

Jiang Ye looked at this self-righteous woman and felt a pang of sorrow.

"I didn't blackmail you," Jiang Ye said calmly. "When I went to the US to find you, I had already signed the divorce papers and left them on the table. Didn't you see the envelope containing the agreement?"

Shen Qinghan was stunned.

She suddenly remembered that after returning to China, she did see a white envelope on her bedside table, but at the time she was preoccupied with company matters and Gu Ziming, so she didn't pay any attention to it and simply told the nanny to throw it away as trash.

Could it be that there really is a divorce agreement inside?

Realizing that Jiang Ye wasn't joking, Shen Qinghan suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Enraged, she jumped to her feet, pointed at Jiang Ye's nose, and yelled, "Jiang Ye! What right do you have to ask me for a divorce?! Who do you think you are?!"

"Don't forget who you are! You were just a lowly driver for my grandfather! If my grandfather hadn't been so confused on his deathbed and forced me to marry you, do you think you could have entered the Shen family? Would you be living in such a nice villa? Would you be living a life of luxury?"

Shen Qinghan became increasingly agitated as she spoke, her chest heaving violently: "For the past seven years, you've eaten my food, drunk my water, and used my things! I even bore you a daughter! And now you have the nerve to ask me for a divorce? Don't you have any conscience?!"

"Let me tell you, Jiang Ye, don't think you can get half of the Shen family's assets just by filing for divorce! We signed a prenuptial agreement before we got married. You won't get a single penny of the Shen Group's shares or this villa!"

At this point, Shen Qinghan seemed to remember something else, her eyes growing even more disdainful: "And another thing, you actually squandered the money in that card I gave you before! Over 300,000 yuan, and you used it to buy a beat-up motorcycle! What can a good-for-nothing like you do besides squandering my money?!"