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

Hearing footsteps, Shen Qinghan suddenly looked up.

When she saw Jiang Ye's familiar face, tears welled up uncontrollably.

She took the earliest flight.

I flew from Hanju to the nearest city, then spent a lot of money to hire a car, and spent a full four hours bumping along the rugged mountain roads.

Finally, I found him in this run-down inn that was so bad that even navigation couldn't find him.

She was pursuing her husband.

This word was absolutely impossible to exist in Shen Qinghan's dictionary before.

She was always the one pursued and flattered.

In the past, she would never have dared to imagine that she could put aside all her pride and dignity and travel thousands of miles to chase after him to this desolate mountain wilderness.

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye, her lips trembling slightly.

She hesitated.

In fact, it happened just last night at the highly anticipated marriage proposal ceremony at Hang Lung Plaza.

She has accepted Gu Ziming's marriage proposal.

That priceless pink diamond ring still lies quietly in the velvet box in her bag.

However, when she returned home and saw the photo album that Wang Ma had found in Jiang Ye's room...

Her psychological defenses completely collapsed.

That photo album was filled with pictures of her and Xinyu from behind.

Next to each photo are dense annotations written by Jiang Ye in pen.

He recorded their preferences, their habits, and how he had silently followed behind them for the past seven years, carefully protecting every little detail of their lives.

Shen Qinghan watched it all night.

I cried all night.

She suddenly realized that in the past seven years, she seemed to have never truly understood this man.

She got used to his sacrifices, his humility, and even took it all for granted.

It wasn't until he was truly gone that she realized her life had long been filled with the shadow of this man.

She wanted to persuade him to stay.

She wanted both of them to think it over carefully and not end their seven-year marriage so hastily.

She even asked herself in her heart, could she go back to the way things were before?

Can we go back to those days when I could come home from get off work every day and see him busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, with a table full of hot food?

Finally, Shen Qinghan scrolled through Jiang Ye's WeChat Moments one last time. Based on the location shown in the post, she took a risk and eventually found him.

......

"dad!"

Before Shen Qinghan could even speak...

Shen Xinyu had broken free from her grasp and rushed towards Jiang Ye, crying out.

The little girl ran to the stairwell and hugged Jiang Ye's leg.

"Dad, don't you want Xinyu anymore?"

"Xinyu was wrong. Xinyu will never hit you or scold you again."

"Will you come home with us? Xinyu wants your sweet and sour pork ribs..."

Shen Xinyu cried so hard she could barely breathe, her tears and snot smearing all over Jiang Ye's trouser leg.

Jiang Ye lowered his head and looked at his daughter, who was hugging his leg and crying.

His body stiffened slightly.

But unlike before, he didn't immediately squat down and tenderly hug her to comfort her.

He just stood there quietly, letting Shen Xinyu hug his legs and cry.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan stepped forward, her voice hoarse. Looking at Jiang Ye's indifferent face, an unprecedented sense of panic welled up inside her.

"Can we... talk?"

"I know I've done many things wrong in the past, and I've ignored your feelings."

"I've looked at that photo album."

"I've thought about it a lot!!" Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Can we... give each other another chance? Can we go back to how things were before?"

"Go back to the way things were before?" Jiang Ye suddenly found this question somewhat amusing.

He sighed softly.

That sigh contained so much helplessness, exhaustion, and relief.

"Shen Qinghan, do you think it's possible to go back?"

Jiang Ye raised his head and looked directly into Shen Qinghan's pleading eyes.

There's no other way.

"We're already divorced. The papers are signed, the procedures are complete. Legally, we're strangers now."

Jiang Ye's voice was calm, without anger or resentment.

There is only one kind of detached indifference that sees through everything.

"And I feel great now."

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at the mountains outside the inn, shrouded in morning mist.

"After leaving the Shen family, I realized how fresh the air outside is."

"It turns out that living without having to worry about what others think every day is so easy."

"Only now do I feel like I'm truly living for myself."

"I am no longer anyone's appendage, no longer that useless son-in-law whom the Shen family can summon and dismiss at will."

"I am Jiang Ye."

"A free man."

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's words, Shen Qinghan's face turned deathly pale.

She felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, causing her unbearable pain.

"As for words of the heart."

Jiang Ye lowered his head and gently touched Shen Xinyu's hair.

This was the only act of kindness he made today.

"I already said that on the phone yesterday."

"From now on, I will make time to visit her in Hanju a few times each month."

"If she needs anything or encounters any difficulties, I will be there to help her at any time."

"After all, she is my daughter, and I raised her for seven years. This bond cannot be severed so easily."

Jiang Ye withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket.

"But, Shen Qinghan."

"There's no going back to how things were between us."

"It will never be possible."

This statement is like a final verdict.

This completely shattered the last shred of hope in Shen Qinghan's heart.

Shen Qinghan was extremely disappointed.

She stood there, stunned, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before her.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

She cried. She cried without restraint, she cried her heart out. She finally realized just how precious someone she had lost.

But it was all too late.

When Shen Xinyu saw her mother crying, she cried even louder.

The cries of the mother and daughter echoed in the empty inn lobby, sounding particularly desolate.

However, looking at the weeping mother and daughter before him, Jiang Ye felt no emotion whatsoever. There was no pity, no reluctance, and no sense of satisfaction after revenge.

There was only a deep weariness.

He was like a bystander, coldly watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Ye frowned:

"Alright, stop crying."

"It's so early in the morning, don't disturb the other guests' rest."

"You've come all this way, you probably haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

"Let's go to the restaurant next door and get something to eat."

"After I finish eating, I'll continue my motorcycle trip."

Shen Qinghan wiped away her tears, took Shen Xinyu's hand, and silently followed behind Jiang Ye.

Next to the inn, there is a simple farmhouse-style stir-fry shop.

They also sell breakfast items such as steamed buns and noodles.

The store's environment was very basic, and there was even a layer of oil stains on the table that couldn't be wiped clean.

Jiang Ye found a table by the window and sat down. Shen Qinghan, with Shen Xinyu by his side, sat opposite him.

"Boss, three bowls of beef noodles, with extra scallions," Jiang Ye called out to the kitchen.

"Okay! Coming right away!"