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

"Fine, I guess I was just being nosy."

Jiang Ye put on his helmet, fastened the buckle, and looked at Shen Qinghan and Gu Ziming with a cold gaze through the goggles.

"Since you two are so in love, then I wish you a long and happy marriage."

"May you have ten sons in one pregnancy."

After saying that, Jiang Ye ignored Shen Qinghan's instantly ashen face, took a long stride, and got on the motorcycle.

"boom--!"

The BMW GS's iconic horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine let out a deep and wild roar.

Jiang Ye twisted the throttle and released the clutch, and the heavy rally motorcycle shot off like an arrow, leaving only a faint trail of exhaust fumes that quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

"Jiang Ye! You bastard!"

Shen Qinghan coughed twice from the exhaust fumes from the motorcycle, and stomped her feet in anger, her delicate features contorted in frustration.

Ten sons in one pregnancy? Are they treating her like a sow?!

That bastard, he had to disgust her one last time before leaving!

"Qinghan, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over such low-class people who have no manners."

Gu Ziming quickly stepped forward, reaching out to put his arm around Shen Qinghan's shoulder, and said gently, "He was just jealous of us. Now it's all right, that eyesore is finally gone. Qinghan, I will definitely treat you and Xinyu well from now on. I will treat Xinyu like my own daughter."

Gu Ziming looked at Shen Qinghan with deep affection and tentatively said, "How about we, the three of us, go to the amusement park together for a day sometime? Xinyu has been nagging me to go with her."

Upon hearing the words "a family of three," Shen Qinghan felt a strange sense of resistance.

She instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding Gu Ziming's hand.

"Let's talk about the amusement park later," Shen Qinghan said, rubbing his throbbing temples, his tone revealing a hint of frustration and exhaustion.

Although she got divorced and got rid of Jiang Ye, she wasn't as happy as she had imagined. Instead, she felt confused and disoriented.

"Let's go back to the company first."

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, forcing herself to banish Jiang Ye's image from her mind and revert to her decisive and aloof CEO persona.

"The company still has a mess to clean up. The bidding for the 'Cloud Top Town' project, a mega-project worth tens of billions of yuan, led by the Hanzhou government, is about to begin. This is the last chance for our Shen Group."

Shen Qinghan's eyes sharpened: "As long as we can get involved in this project, the Shen Group's cash flow can be revitalized, and we'll have a way out. Now is not the time for romance."

Gu Ziming's hand froze in mid-air, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He feigned compliance, withdrawing his hand and putting on a remorseful expression: "I'm sorry, Qinghan, I was too hasty and didn't consider your pressure. Don't worry, I'll do my best to help you with work. As for the Cloud Top Town project, I'll also use my connections abroad to see if I can be of any help."

"Okay, get in the car."

Shen Qinghan didn't say anything more, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Gu Ziming got into the car and looked at Shen Qinghan's cold profile. A sinister smirk appeared on his lips from an angle that Shen Qinghan couldn't see.

The Genting Town project?

What does the fate of the Shen Group have to do with him!

What he needs to do now is to take advantage of Shen Qinghan's most vulnerable and vulnerable moment and gradually get closer to her.

As for that good-for-nothing Jiang Ye, now that he's left with nothing and gone, he can forget about ever making a comeback!

The black Maybach slowly started and drove into the congested traffic in Hanzhou, heading towards the Shen Group building.

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the other side.

Jiang Ye rode his brand-new BMW GS motorcycle, not in a hurry to return to his rented apartment, but instead rode aimlessly along the riverside avenue in Hanju.

The December river wind was biting cold, howling in through the gaps in his helmet, but it made Jiang Ye's mind clearer than ever before.

He stopped at an open-air viewing platform by the river, turned off the engine, and took off his heavy helmet, hanging it on the handlebars.

Jiang Ye pulled out a pack of ten-yuan Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled white smoke. The smoke dissipated quickly in the cold air, just like his seven-year absurd marriage, leaving not a trace.

He turned his head and looked at himself in the motorcycle's rearview mirror.

The wound on his forehead, caused by the ashtray, had completely stopped bleeding and formed a dark red scab above his brow bone, adding a touch of coldness to his already rugged features.

Looking at the scar, Jiang Ye couldn't help but picture Shen Xinyu's face, filled with hatred and disgust.

Actually, before going back to the villa this morning to get the agreement, Jiang Ye still felt somewhat uneasy about his daughter.

After all, they are my own flesh and blood, whom I raised with my own hands and feet.

But the moment that heavy metal ashtray hit his head, the moment Shen Xinyu hid in Gu Ziming's arms, pointing at his nose and shouting "Don't bully Ziming's dad!" and "You're a bad person, get out of my house!"

Jiang Ye's heart was completely chilled.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the last spark of "fatherly love" in his heart.

"An ungrateful wretch, just like her mother, cold-blooded to the core."

Jiang Ye chuckled self-deprecatingly, reached up and touched the scab on his forehead, his eyes becoming incredibly calm.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Since both mother and daughter think Gu Ziming is good, then let Gu Ziming serve them like a slave.

Legally, he has relinquished custody. From now on, he will pay 5,000 yuan in child support every month on time, fulfilling his duty as a biological father. That is enough. He will not give a single penny more or a single bit more care.

Having figured this out, Jiang Ye suddenly felt a sense of relief throughout his body.

It's like carrying a mountain on your back for seven years through mud, and today you've finally unloaded it.

He thought about it carefully and realized that he no longer needed to worry about Shen Xinyu's education, no longer needed to tutor her with those elementary school math problems that would cause high blood pressure every night; no longer needed to take care of her daily life, no longer needed to get up at six o'clock every morning to make different kinds of nutritious breakfasts for children; and no longer needed to line up at the school gate to pick her up and drop her off every day.

No need to see Shen Qinghan's cold face, no need to listen to the mother-in-law's sarcastic remarks.

After letting go of all that, Jiang Ye felt extremely relaxed, and even the air he breathed smelled of freedom.

He took out his phone, found a number saved as "Lei Zi," and dialed it.

The phone was answered after two rings, and a gruff yet respectful voice came from the other end: "Boss? What brings you to call me? Did the sun rise in the west today? Didn't your wife assign you any chores?"

"Don't mention her. Come out and have a drink with me," Jiang Ye said casually, exhaling a smoke ring.

"Drinking? Drinking in broad daylight?" Lei Heng on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and his tone became serious. "Boss, where are you? I'm coming right away!"

"The usual place, Night Livehouse. I'll head over and wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye put his helmet back on, mounted his motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and headed towards the city center with a deep roar from the engine.

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