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

Looking at the bright red invitation card lying at her feet, and then at Shen Qinghan's hysterical, shrewish face, she thought to herself, "I'm so angry."

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed deeply.

He felt that Shen Qinghan was simply unreasonable.

He, the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunlun Capital, a financial tycoon worth hundreds of billions, went to attend the engagement banquet of the boss of a bankrupt company and a woman abandoned by a second-rate family.

This is simply lowering his standards; he's not that bored to play such childish games of pretend.

but.

Jiang Ye looked at Shen Qinghan's determined attitude and knew exactly what was going on.

If he doesn't completely crush this woman's pathetic pride today, given her and the Shen family's nature, they'll definitely keep bothering him like flies, coming to disgust him and pester him from time to time.

Only by delivering the most devastating blow in a high-profile setting can he make her truly face reality and get her out of his world forever.

Thinking about this...

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, his eyes turning utterly cold.

He didn't pick up the invitation from the ground, but instead raised his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife, staring directly into Shen Qinghan's eyes.

"OK."

Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority and coldness.

"Since you insist on putting your face up so I can hit you, then I'll grant your wish."

I'll be attending the engagement party next Friday.

Jiang Ye looked at Shen Qinghan and spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone carrying a final warning.

"But Shen Qinghan, listen to me carefully."

"This is the last time I'll tolerate your unreasonable behavior."

"After the engagement party, you go your way, and I'll go mine. Don't come bothering me again, or you'll face the consequences."

Looking at Shen Qinghan's face, contorted with anger and embarrassment, Jiang Ye didn't spare her even a glance.

Shen Qinghan stood there, her chest heaving violently.

Finally, she stomped her foot, and with a heart full of humiliation and resentment, she turned and left, her high heels clicking away.

The garage returned to silence.

Jiang Ye shook his head, clearing his mind of all those disgusting images of Shen Qinghan.

Just then, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, accompanied by a deep engine roar, drove into the residential area and came to a steady stop in the parking space next to Jiang Ye.

The car door opened, and Lei Heng, a burly man with a buzz cut, jumped out. He was holding a black leather folder and strode towards Jiang Ye.

"Boss, sorry to bother you while you're washing your car."

Lei Heng walked up to Jiang Ye and respectfully handed him the folder.

"These are some urgent documents that Blue Ocean Investment just sent over regarding the final acquisition of that plot of land in the south of the city. They need your personal signature to confirm them."

"Um."

Jiang Ye put down his tools, took the folder, and casually flipped through it, skimming through it quickly. After confirming that everything was correct, he pulled out the pen clipped to his chest and signed his name in a flourish.

"Alright, take it."

Jiang Ye handed the folder back to Lei Heng.

Lei Heng took the folder and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the black leather case on the tool table next to him.

The suitcase was open, and inside lay a full-face helmet with a matte black base and dark gold totem patterns.

Lei Heng is also a seasoned motorcycle enthusiast who regularly follows various international motorcycle races.

When his gaze fell on the side of the helmet, on the flamboyant English name signed with a gold marker, he was instantly struck dumb, frozen in place.

"Holy crap!"

Lei Heng's eyes widened suddenly, and he forgot all about his usual composure, blurting out a curse.

He rushed to the workbench, his hands trembling, wanting to touch it but not daring to. His eyes were filled with fervor and disbelief, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Boss! This...this...this..."

Lei Heng stammered, pointing at the helmet, then turned to look at Jiang Ye, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Is this a limited edition helmet autographed by the three-time MotoGP champion?! The legendary helmet with only ninety-nine units in the world?!"

"My goodness! This thing is being sold for an astronomical price on the black market, and there's practically no market for it! Top motorcycle collectors are practically fighting tooth and nail for this helmet!"

Lei Heng swallowed hard, his face filled with shock, and asked, "Boss, where did you get this magical treasure?!"

Seeing Lei Heng's exaggeratedly naive appearance, Jiang Ye couldn't help but chuckle.

"My sister gave it to me."

Jiang Ye picked up a clean microfiber towel and wiped the water stains off the car while casually saying something.

"Han Qingru just flew back from Thailand yesterday and brought me this gift."

Upon hearing the name "Han Qingru," and then looking at that priceless, limited-edition helmet that represents absolute connections and channels, one is immediately struck by its allure.

Lei Heng was dumbfounded.

He stood there blankly for a good ten seconds.

Then, this 1.9-meter-tall, formidable man, renowned in Hanzhou's investment circles, suddenly said...

"Boss! Brother Jiang! Brother Ye!"

Lei Heng's howl was so sincere and heartfelt.

"Could you please give Sister Ru a call?"

Jiang Ye was completely bewildered by his sudden action and tried to pull his arm away in disgust.

"What? Do you need to see her?"

"It's not that something's wrong with me!"

Lei Heng clung tightly to Jiang Ye's arm, refusing to let go, and shouted with a look of grief and indignation.

"I just wanted to ask Sister Ru, is she still looking for a younger brother?!"

"I want a sister like that too! Flying all the way back from abroad just to give her brother a limited edition helmet! She's practically an angelic sister!"

"Boss, look at my physique and looks. I may not be as handsome as you, but I can endure hardship! I'll do anything for Sister Ru, as long as she gets me one of these helmets..."

"Get lost!"

Jiang Ye was amused by Lei Heng's shameless behavior and raised his leg as if to kick him.

"Stop being a disgusting person here! Take your documents and get back to work!"

"Boss, I really envy you!"

Lei Heng chuckled, nimbly dodging Jiang Ye's flying kick, and ran up to the Mercedes-Benz G-Class with the folder in his arms.

As the Mercedes-Benz G-Class disappeared into the garage exit, Jiang Ye's smile gradually faded, transforming into a gentle warmth.

Lei Heng's reaction made him feel once again Han Qingru's unreserved favoritism towards him.

This helmet is not only an expensive gift, but also proof that Han Qingru cherishes him dearly.

Jiang Ye put down the towel in his hand, took out his phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and found Han Qingru's profile picture.

His fingers flew across the screen.

"Sis, Lei Heng saw the helmet you gave me just now, and he was so jealous that he hugged my leg and cried and begged to be your younger brother."

The message had been sent for less than half a minute.

My phone vibrated once.

Han Qingru's reply came quickly.

"Tell him to get lost. You're the only brother I, Han Qingru, will ever have in my life. [Eye roll]"

Immediately afterwards, another message came in.

"Jiang Ye, I came back in such a hurry this time that I didn't get to spend much time with you. Once things are settled in Yanjing, I'll definitely set aside a few more days next time to spend with you in Hanzhou. Take good care of yourself and eat on time."

Looking at those few lines of concerned text on the screen.

Jiang Ye felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.

It feels so good to be remembered and loved unconditionally.

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