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

Faced with her mother's repeated accusations, Shen Qinghan's face turned ashen.

Regret?

Looking at her daughter groaning in pain on the bed, she recalled the moment she had panicked and even hit her child.

A strong, undeniable sense of regret welled up in Shen Qinghan's heart!

If Jiang Ye were still here, she could be lying peacefully on the master bedroom bed, getting a beauty sleep, without having to deal with all these stressful trivial matters.

but!

Her proud pride would absolutely not allow her to admit her mistakes in front of her mother.

Now that the die is cast, what else can she say?

To conceal her inner turmoil and regret, Shen Qinghan could only grasp at that old story as a last resort, using it as a shield once again.

"What do I have to regret!"

With red eyes, Shen Qinghan retorted defiantly, "So what if Jiang Ye can take care of children? He's a filthy scoundrel at heart! He went to a brothel behind my back two years ago and got arrested by the police—that's an undeniable fact!"

"Even if I, Shen Qinghan, am down on my luck, I would never want a customer who can't control his lust! I find him filthy!"

"you--!"

Seeing her daughter's unrepentant and stubborn attitude, Ou Yuqin was so angry that she raised her hand, wishing she could slap her hard.

But when she raised her hand in mid-air, she looked at her daughter's haggard yet stubborn face and her slightly protruding belly.

Ou Yuqin's hand finally fell limply to her side.

She seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, her eyes filled with deep weariness and despair.

"never mind……"

Ou Yuqin shook her head, her tone becoming colder and more distant than ever before.

"We can't control you anymore. You've grown up and you're all grown up now."

"You are responsible for your own choice."

Ou Yuqin turned away, no longer glancing at Shen Qinghan, and simply said, "Since you insist on having this child, and since you believe Gu Ziming is a good person, then you should get engaged to him properly as soon as possible and complete the formalities. Don't wander around outside with this big belly, bringing shame to the Shen family."

After saying that, Ou Yuqin picked up the basin of warm water on the table, took a towel, and went into the children's room.

Shen Qinghan stood alone outside the door, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. She leaned against the cold wall, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Inside the children's room.

Following Jiang Ye's instructions, Ou Yuqin soaked a towel in warm water and carefully wiped Shen Xinyu's neck and armpits.

Shen Xinyu was delirious with fever on the bed, her face flushed and her lips chapped.

She writhed restlessly in her sleep, tears streaming down her face, mumbling incoherently.

"Daddy...Daddy, where are you...?"

"I feel so sad... Daddy, give me a hug..."

Hearing her granddaughter's heart-wrenching cries, Ou Yuqin's hand suddenly stopped, and tears blurred her vision once again.

She looked at Shen Xinyu, who was burning up with fever, and then glanced at her stubborn daughter outside the door.

Ou Yuqin sighed deeply, wiping her granddaughter's sweat as she lowered her voice, filled with helplessness and sorrow, and lamented:

"You little brat, you deserve it..."

"Who told you to insist on calling that liar Gu Ziming your father in the restaurant?"

"Your wonderful father was ruined by your actions, he doesn't want you anymore..."

......

The next day.

The mornings in the mountains always have a captivatingly lazy feel to them.

When Jiang Ye opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring unreservedly onto the large double bed, warming the bedding and giving it the unique scent of sunshine.

Jiang Ye rolled over, not in a hurry to get up.

Perhaps it was because he was finally free, no longer having to face the intrigues and backstabbing in Hanzhou, nor having to deal with Shen Qinghan's cold face.

When a person is extremely relaxed and lazing in bed with nothing to do, the most primal desires in their body will always erupt without warning.

As a normal, healthy, and vigorous 30-year-old man, Jiang Ye's body was reacting strongly at this moment.

Looking at the light wood ceiling above him, the night before he left Hanju uncontrollably came to mind.

In that large, single-level apartment in Donghu Apartment.

On the large silk sofa, in front of the bathroom mirror steaming with moisture, and on that soft, inviting bed.

Six times throughout the entire night.

Sweat mingled, a passionate embrace.

Xia Yu's flawless body, her usually icy demeanor contrasting with her seductive gaze when aroused, and her suppressed, bone-melting moans...

Every detail was like a fire, burning wildly within Jiang Ye's body.

"call……"

Jiang Ye let out a long breath, rubbed his temples helplessly, and sighed with a wry smile.

"This woman is a deadly enchantress..."

Normally, she looks like an iceberg, keeping strangers away, but once she melts, her madness and heat are so intense that she can practically devour a man whole, skin and bones.

Thinking of Xia Yu, Jiang Ye subconsciously reached for his phone on the bedside table.

Unlock and open WeChat.

Directly access the message list in Moments.

However, the image on the screen was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the romantic thoughts that had just arisen in him.

Empty.

The familiar blue rose icon was still missing from the nine-grid photo of the "Mirror of the Sky" he took in the middle of the lake yesterday afternoon.

No likes.

A sense of indescribable loss welled up in Jiang Ye's heart.

Not only did it not get a single like yesterday, but it's almost noon today and there's still no activity.

Was it because her post on WeChat Moments yesterday, about "turning bitterness into sweetness," seemed too sentimental? Or was she simply tired of her own behavior of disappearing without a word and wandering the world?

"Maybe... he's busy with work!"

Jiang Ye mentally gave himself a way out.

After all, Xia Yu is the CEO of Blue Ocean Group, with projects worth billions in his hands. He has to attend countless meetings and review countless reports every day. How could he have so much free time to keep an eye on his WeChat Moments every day?

Forcibly suppressing the disappointment in his heart, Jiang Ye threw off the covers and got up to wash.

After changing into clean and refreshing casual clothes, Jiang Ye pushed open the door, went down the wooden stairs, and prepared to fill his stomach in the restaurant on the first floor of the inn.

The guesthouse's restaurant is semi-open, connecting to a small courtyard full of flowers.

Jiang Yegang sat down by the window and ordered a bowl of local specialty beef rice noodles.

Before the rice noodles were even served...

"squeak--"

Suddenly, the sound of a car braking came from the dirt road outside the yard.

In this remote and desolate area, apart from the occasional off-road vehicle on a self-driving tour, cars rarely drive in.

Jiang Ye subconsciously turned his head and looked out the window.

A taxi with a Hanzhou license plate stopped at the entrance of the inn's courtyard.

The car door opened.

A long, slender, fair leg wearing strappy sandals stepped out of the carriage first.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and beautiful figure stepped out of the taxi.

Jiang Ye was holding a teacup, watching with great interest.

He was still thinking to himself, "How could I possibly run into such a stunningly beautiful woman on vacation in this desolate wilderness?"

Just then, the woman walked to the trunk of the taxi, reached out and took off her sunglasses, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Clatter."

Jiang Ye slammed the teacup in his hand heavily onto the wooden table.

He was completely unaware that tea had splashed out and burned the back of his hand.