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

Faced with Shen Qinghan's barrage of humiliations, Jiang Ye stood still, saying nothing.

Explanation?

What's there to explain?

For the past seven years, he has given up his career to take care of this family, spending his days around the stove and with the children. Shen Qinghan has a weak stomach, so he makes her various stomach-soothing soups every day; Shen Qinghan is busy with work, so he keeps the house in perfect order and doesn't let her worry about anything.

As for money, aside from buying groceries and paying for his daughter's tuition, he never squandered a single penny of Shen Qinghan's money. The motorcycle was bought with his own money.

The monthly dividends are in the tens of millions.

A day's wages can buy myself a big toy.

How could I possibly use Shen Qinghan's money?

However, in Shen Qinghan's eyes, all his efforts were taken for granted, and he was just a good-for-nothing who lived off a woman.

Since that's the case, there's no point in saying more.

"Are you done?" Jiang Ye coldly interrupted her. "If you're done, then grab your documents. Since you're already sleeping in the same bed, what are you waiting for? To get a divorce? Are you waiting for me to give you a red envelope?"

These words were like a resounding slap across Shen Qinghan's face.

Her face flushed red, and for a moment she didn't know how to refute it.

Just then, Gu Ziming, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show, stood up.

He straightened the bathrobe that belonged to Jiang Ye, walked to Shen Qinghan's side, and looked at Jiang Ye with a pained expression.

"Brother Jiang, that's really harsh of you to say." Gu Ziming sighed, his tone full of manipulative undertones. "I know you're upset, but you can't insult Qinghan like that. Qinghan has been overwhelmed with work for the company in the US for the past six months, and instead of helping her, you're throwing a tantrum here."

Gu Ziming paused, a sinister glint of provocation flashing in his eyes. He lowered his voice and spoke in a volume only the three of them could hear:

"Jiang Ye, you don't need to be so angry. A man should be more magnanimous. Since you can't give Qinghan happiness or help her in her career, you might as well let go. Don't worry, I will take good care of Qinghan and Xinyu for you from now on. After all... Qinghan told me last night that she has never been as happy as she was last night in the past seven years."

boom!

Gu Ziming's words were like a fuse, instantly igniting the powder keg that had been suppressed deep within Jiang Ye's heart for so long.

No man could tolerate such a humiliating insult in person!

"Fuck your mother!"

Jiang Ye's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and took a step forward, grabbing Gu Ziming's bathrobe collar.

Gu Ziming was completely unprepared for Jiang Ye's sudden attack. He turned pale with fright and before he could react, Jiang Ye had already swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and smashed it hard into his face.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Gu Ziming screamed as blood gushed from his nose, his gold-rimmed glasses flew off, and he crashed heavily onto the sofa.

"Zi Mo!"

Shen Qinghan screamed and pounced on Jiang Ye like a madwoman, shoving him away.

"Jiang Ye, are you crazy?! What right do you have to hit someone?!" Shen Qinghan looked at Gu Ziming, whose face was covered in blood, with heartache, then turned to Jiang Ye and roared, "You barbaric violent maniac! What else can you do besides resorting to violence! Get out of here! Get out!"

Jiang Ye was pushed back two steps. Seeing Shen Qinghan's protective look, his anger burned even brighter.

He was about to step forward and kick Gu Ziming a couple more times when suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the second floor.

"Don't you dare hit my father, Zimo!"

Six-year-old Shen Xinyu, wearing pajamas and barefoot, ran downstairs.

When she saw Gu Ziming lying on the sofa with his face covered in blood, she burst into tears.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Ye with a hateful gaze.

"You're a bad dad! A big bad guy! I won't allow you to bully Zimo's dad!"

While crying and shouting, Shen Xinyu grabbed a heavy metal ashtray from the coffee table next to her and slammed it down on Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye's attention was entirely focused on Gu Ziming, and he was completely unprepared for his own daughter to attack him.

"Bang!"

The metal ashtray slammed into Jiang Ye's forehead and then fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A sharp pain struck.

Jiang Ye felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a gash instantly appeared on his forehead. Warm blood flowed down his brow bone, dripping onto his gray cycling jersey, a shocking sight.

The living room fell silent instantly.

Shen Qinghan was stunned, and Gu Ziming forgot to wail.

Jiang Ye didn't cover the wound on his forehead; he just stood there quietly, letting the blood flow.

He lowered his head and looked at his daughter, who was hiding behind Shen Qinghan and looking at him with a wary and disgusted gaze.

That was his own flesh and blood, whom he had raised from a baby to adulthood, cherishing and protecting with utmost care!

For his daughter, he learned to make all kinds of baby food, and to braid all kinds of pretty little braids. Even when his daughter was sick, he stayed up all night, carrying her around the living room.

But now, his daughter, to whom he had poured all his heart and soul, smashed his head with an ashtray for a stranger she had only known for six months.

th.

The pain on my forehead is nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt that the past seven years of effort had been a complete joke.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

The next second, a mournful and furious roar, like that of a wild beast, burst from his throat.

"Enough!!!"

The loud roar made the crystal chandelier in the living room vibrate.

Jiang Ye's long-suppressed masculine blood and ferocity were released without reservation at this moment.

Shen Qinghan trembled with fear, her face turning deathly pale. Gu Ziming was even more terrified, shrinking into the corner of the sofa, barely daring to breathe. Even Shen Xinyu, who had been so aggressive just moments before, burst into tears at the roar, clinging tightly to Shen Qinghan's leg.

They had never seen Jiang Ye so angry. In their minds, Jiang Ye was always that timid, cowardly guy who never fought back or talked back.

At this moment, Jiang Ye's eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

He casually wiped the blood from his forehead, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three people in front of him who disgusted him utterly.

"Shen Qinghan." Jiang Ye's voice was unusually calm, so calm it was frightening. "Back then, if it weren't for Old Master Shen saving my life, if it weren't for him holding my hand before he died and begging me to take care of you for the rest of my life, do you think I would have fallen for a selfish, cold-blooded woman like you?"

Shen Qinghan opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she couldn't say a word.

"For the past seven years, I have worked like a slave, never complaining. I have long since repaid the old man's kindness."

Jiang Ye bent down, picked up the toolbox from the ground, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

"Let's go, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau now."

He looked at Shen Qinghan and said, word by word, "Let's all be dignified. There's no need to make this ugly. Let's part amicably."

"Don't worry, I, Jiang Ye, keep my word. I don't want a single penny of the Shen family's assets. I'll leave with nothing!"

Upon hearing the words "leave with nothing," Shen Qinghan's initially flustered heart instantly calmed down.

Her inherent pride and arrogance once again took over.

"Fine! Fine, fine, fine!" Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, repeating "fine" three times, her eyes filled with determination and coldness. "Jiang Ye, you said it yourself! Divorce, is that it? You think you can survive without me, without the Shen family? You think I, Shen Qinghan, can't live without you?"

"You'd better remember what you said today. Even if you starve to death on the streets, don't come back begging me! Don't go back on your word!"

Shen Qinghan turned around and shouted upstairs, "Aunt Liu! Go to the safe in my study and get the household registration book and marriage certificate!"

Aunt Liu, the nanny who had just returned from grocery shopping, stood at the door. Seeing the tense scene in the living room, she nodded repeatedly in fright and quickly ran upstairs to get her identification.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Ye rode his motorcycle, and Shen Qinghan drove his Maybach, one after the other, out of the Banshan Yunding Villa area and sped towards the Hanzhou Civil Affairs Bureau.

The cold wind howled.

Jiang Ye looked at the gray road ahead through the visor of his helmet, a relieved, cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Seven years of imprisonment, today, is finally about to be broken.

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