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

The phone rang for a long time.

Just when Shen Qinghan thought the other party wouldn't answer the phone.

The phone is on.

"Feed".

Jiang Ye's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse, "Wang Ma was cleaning your room and found a photo album."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, that one."

"Back in the past, I couldn't walk in front of you or stand beside you."

"I think everyone has a side that they can't see, especially their back. I want to record it and make a compilation to give to Xinyu as a gift when she grows up."

"But there's no need for that now. I'm no longer a member of the Shen family."

"Keep those junk pieces if you want. If you find them an eyesore, burn them. It's up to you."

Listening to Jiang Ye's words.

Shen Qinghan was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Seven years of living and working together day and night, seven years of silent dedication.

Now, all I get in return is a dismissive "Burn it."

Shen Qinghan's large tears fell onto the photo album, blurring the words Jiang Ye had written with a fountain pen.

"Jiang Ye, where are you?" Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress her sobs. "Can we... meet? Talk it over?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Shen Qinghan, I've already signed the divorce agreement and pressed my finger on it. We're even now."

"Just live your own life and don't call me again."

Just as Jiang Ye was about to hang up the phone.

Shen Xinyu called out "Dad" in a childish voice.

"Dad! Dad, don't hang up the phone!"

Shen Xinyu suddenly appeared, snatched the phone from Shen Qinghan's hand, and shouted loudly at the screen.

"Dad, when are you coming back? Xinyu misses you. Xinyu will never make you angry again. Please come back, okay?"

Hearing his daughter's tearful call.

Jiang Ye, on the other end of the phone, suddenly caught his breath.

The Shen Xinyu of the past wouldn't even give him a second glance, let alone beg him to come home in such a wronged and dependent tone.

His heart softened uncontrollably at that moment.

After all, that was the child he had poured seven years of his heart and soul into, the child he had raised with utmost care since birth.

Just as Jiang Ye was about to speak, his tone softening.

Suddenly, without warning, an image flashed through his mind.

That was a painful image.

That was the day Gu Ziming stepped into the Shen family's gates for the first time after returning to China.

Jiang Ye remembers it very clearly.

That day, he only spoke up slightly to stop Gu Ziming from being too intimate with Shen Qinghan.

The results of it?

He always doted on Shen Xinyu, the little girl he would prepare different kinds of baby food for every day and get up every night to cover her with a blanket.

Suddenly, it charged forward like an angry little lion.

She grabbed the heavy crystal ashtray from the coffee table and, without hesitation, smashed it hard on his forehead.

That muffled thud still echoes in Jiang Ye's ears.

The excruciating pain of having your forehead smashed open by a hard object, and the warm sensation of blood flowing down your brow bone into your eyes.

And, through the blood-red vision, he saw Shen Xinyu hiding behind Gu Ziming, looking at him with eyes full of hostility and disgust.

That kind of despair, where your heart is torn apart alive.

In an instant, the tenderness that had just risen in Jiang Ye's heart was completely crushed.

Jiang Ye's eyes turned cold and hard again in the night, like a block of ice that had never melted.

"Good girl, Xinyu, listen to Mommy."

Jiang Ye's voice turned cold and hard again as he spoke into the phone.

"From now on, I will make time to visit you once or twice a month, to fulfill my responsibilities as a father."

"but……"

"If you have any other opinions, or if you want any kind of companionship, you should go find your Zimo's father."

"He is the person your Shen family needs most right now."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Xinyu was clearly frightened by Jiang Ye's cold tone. Her crying stopped abruptly for a moment, and then she burst into an even more heart-wrenching scream.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghan felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

She quickly snatched the phone back from her daughter's hand and held it tightly to her ear.

"Jiang Ye! Do you have to be so cruel to a child?"

"Xinyu cries and looks for you every day! She knows she was wrong; she's just a child!"

"and……"

"I have something very important to discuss with you in person! Where are you? I'm coming to find you!"

"There's nothing left to talk about between us," Jiang Ye said calmly.

"Everything that needed to be said was made clear on the day of the divorce."

"Shen Qinghan, let's stop torturing each other and let each other go."

Done.

Jiang Ye did not give Shen Qinghan any further chance to speak.

He pressed the hang-up button immediately.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Hearing the busy tone coming from his phone, Jiang Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned off his phone and threw it into the pocket of his windbreaker.

The night wind grew colder.

Jiang Ye leaned against the motorcycle, looking up at the cold crescent moon in the deep mountains, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

He didn't really want to talk about it.

Or rather, he was tired of the endless tug-of-war between him and Shen Qinghan.

Seven years have passed, and he's tired.

……

the next day.

Jiang Ye got up very early.

After washing up, he was about to go downstairs to check the motorcycle's oil and tire pressure in preparation for today's ride.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

"Brother Jiang, are you awake?"

It was the innkeeper's voice, with a strong local accent.

Jiang Ye walked over and opened the wooden door.

"What's wrong, boss lady?" Jiang Ye asked.

The proprietress rubbed her hands together, looked at Jiang Ye with a strange expression, and pointed downstairs.

"Someone downstairs is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Jiang Ye was taken aback.

Who would come looking for him in this desolate wilderness, besides Xia Yu who just left yesterday?

"It was a woman, very pretty, and dressed very stylishly, but she didn't look well," the proprietress said in a low voice. "She also had a little girl with her, and the little girl's eyes were swollen from crying. They said they were your family."

Upon hearing this...

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed tightly instantly.

His heart sank.

Shen Qinghan?

How did she find her way here?

Jiang Ye didn't speak, but nodded silently. He walked past the proprietress and down the somewhat steep wooden stairs, step by step.

Jiang Ye just reached the corner of the stairs.

Then I saw the woman standing in the center of the hall.

Shen Qinghan.

She was wearing a cream-colored high-end cashmere coat and a pair of exquisite flat leather shoes.

Her hair was a little messy, and she no longer had the meticulous aura of a female CEO as she usually did.

That stunningly beautiful face was now etched with exhaustion.

His eyes were red and swollen, with deep dark circles under them, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

In her hand, she was still tightly holding Shen Xinyu, whose eyes were also red and swollen and whose face was covered with tears.

Jiang Ye stopped in his tracks.

He stood on the stairs, watching the mother and daughter. His eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.