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On the afternoon of the third day after returning to Hanju.

Jiang Ye was curled up on the sofa, drinking an iced cola while watching financial news on TV.

The phone on the coffee table suddenly dinged.

It's a WeChat message.

Jiang Ye picked it up and saw that it was sent by Han Qingru.

No unnecessary words, just a screenshot of flight information.

"You'll land at Hanju International Airport at 2:30 PM tomorrow. Come pick you up."

Looking at the line of text on the screen, Jiang Ye couldn't help but smile.

My heart, which had been as calm as still water, was suddenly stirred by a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples of anticipation.

He immediately sat up straight and dialed Lei Heng's number.

"Hey, boss, what's up?" Lei Heng's voice on the other end of the phone was still as strong as ever.

"Lei Heng, go to the underground parking garage of Kunlun Capital now."

Jiang Ye instructed, "Bring over the Bentley that I usually park there and deliver it to Donghu Apartment."

"A Bentley?"

Lei Heng was stunned for a moment.

He knew that Jiang Ye was usually a low-key person. In the past few years in Hanzhou, apart from that cool motorcycle, he usually took a taxi or drove an inconspicuous black Volkswagen when he went out.

That Bentley Flying Spur, worth several million dollars, has been sitting in the company garage collecting dust ever since it was bought, and it's only driven a few times a year.

"Boss, what important occasion are you attending? Or are you going to meet some big client?" Lei Heng asked curiously.

"It's not a client meeting," Jiang Ye smiled. "I'm picking someone up from the airport tomorrow."

After half an hour.

A Bentley Flying Spur, entirely black and exuding an aura of prestige and luxury, came to a steady stop in the underground parking garage of Donghu Apartment.

Lei Heng pushed open the car door and got out, tossing the car keys to Jiang Ye, who was standing to the side.

"Boss, the car has been delivered to you. I've had it professionally washed inside and out, and the tank is full."

Lei Heng leaned forward, his gossip instincts blazing, and asked with a wink, "Who are they picking up? Such a big entourage, even using this 'treasury treasure'? It can't be... President Xia, can it?"

"Get lost, stop making wild guesses."

Jiang Ye kicked Lei Heng in annoyance and stuffed the car keys into his pocket.

"It's my sister, Han Qingru. She's flying from Yanjing to Hanzhou tomorrow."

"Han Qingru?!"

Upon hearing the name, Lei Heng's eyes lit up instantly, and he slapped his thigh.

As Jiang Ye's most trusted confidant, Lei Heng naturally knew who Han Qingru was.

He also knew that when Kunlun Capital was at its most difficult time, it was Sister Ru, who was far away in Thailand, who sold everything she owned to raise ten million yuan to save the company.

"Oh my, so it's Sister Ru coming! Then this car is definitely necessary; a Volkswagen doesn't do justice to Sister Ru's aura!"

Lei Heng rubbed his hands together, then suddenly moved closer to Jiang Ye, lowering his voice with a hint of encouragement and probing.

"Boss, actually, I've always felt that..."

"What do you think?" Jiang Ye glanced at him sideways.

"I think you and Sister Ru are a match made in heaven!"

Lei Heng spoke boldly, spitting as he spoke.

"Think about it, you two grew up together in an orphanage. What do you call that? That's called childhood sweethearts, inseparable since you were little!"

"Sister Ru is completely sincere towards you, and you are equally devoted to Sister Ru. You two are also a powerful duo in your careers, and neither of you can do without the other."

Lei Heng sighed and shook his head with some regret.

"If you hadn't insisted on hiding your identity back then and becoming that damn live-in son-in-law of the Shen family, wasting seven years of your youth, you and Sister Ru might even have a child together!"

"Now it's all good. You've divorced that ungrateful woman Shen Qinghan and are single again."

"Isn't this perfect? ​​Why not take advantage of Sister Ru's trip back to China and just drop the bombshell?"

Listening to Lei Heng's unrestrained words.

Jiang Ye stood there, silent.

The dim lighting in the underground parking garage illuminated his face, making it impossible to discern the emotions in his eyes.

But Lei Heng's words stirred up a ripple in his heart that could not be calmed.

In fact, Lei Heng was right.

Although he always treated Han Qingru like an older sister, calling her "sister" affectionately.

However, deep in Jiang Ye's heart, he did have some complicated feelings for Han Qingru that were hard to explain.

It was a feeling that transcended familial affection, yet he had been deliberately suppressing it.

Back in the orphanage, Han Qingru was the only light.

As Han Qingru grew up, she blossomed into a beautiful young woman with countless suitors, but she always only had eyes for her younger brother.

Jiang Ye wasn't a block of wood; how could he not sense Han Qingru's special feelings for him?

At that time, however, he had nothing, was burdened with a blood feud, and his mind was filled with thoughts of how to survive and how to climb up the social ladder.

He felt unworthy of Han Qingru and was even more afraid that he couldn't give her a stable life, so he pretended to be stupid and buried his feelings deep in his heart.

Later, in order to repay his debt of gratitude and to complete that plan, he resolutely married into the Shen family and became Shen Qinghan's husband.

From then on, the possibility between him and Han Qingru became a complete taboo.

No one mentioned it again.

Han Qingru went to Thailand and worked hard there.

He stayed in Hanzhou and joined the Shen family.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, he's divorced and free.

That emotion, suppressed for seven years, seems to have quietly peeked out from the darkness once more.

"Boss? Boss, what are you thinking?"

Seeing that Jiang Ye remained silent for a long time, Lei Heng waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Jiang Ye suddenly came to his senses.

He coughed to cover his mouth, put on a stern face, and glared fiercely at Lei Heng.

"Have you been too idle lately? Have I not given you enough work?"

Jiang Ye pointed at Lei Heng's nose and cursed.

"Has Kunlun Capital released its investment report for the second half of the year? Has the acquisition of that plot of land in the south of the city been finalized? You still have the nerve to meddle in my business!"

"Get back to work now! If you don't hand in the report by tomorrow, your bonus for this month will be deducted!"

"No, no, no! Boss, I was wrong! I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now!"

Lei Heng knew that Jiang Ye was angry and embarrassed, but he wasn't afraid. He smiled and raised his hands in surrender.

As he backed away, he couldn't help but wink at Jiang Ye.

"Boss, keep it up! I believe in you!"

After saying that, Lei Heng dashed towards the elevator and made his escape.

Watching Lei Heng's disappearing figure, Jiang Ye shook his head helplessly.

He turned around and looked at the gleaming Bentley Flying Spur in front of him, and the image of Han Qingru's bright and beautiful face came to mind.

My heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

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