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

Shen Qinghan frantically searched for her phone on the ground, like a madwoman.

Her hands were trembling so badly that she dropped her phone several times.

Finally, she opened her contacts and found the number she had blacklisted for two whole years, yet still knew by heart.

She took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers, removed the number from the blacklist and pressed the dial button.

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

A long, drawn-out tone came through the phone.

Every second felt like an eternity to Shen Qinghan.

Her heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

She prayed frantically in her heart.

"Answer the phone... Jiang Ye, please answer the phone..."

"If you answer the phone, I'll apologize to you immediately. I'll even kneel down and kowtow to you..."

"Let's start over, okay? I'll abort the baby, we'll remarry, and we'll go back to how we used to live..."

Shen Qinghan felt extremely humble. She had even thought of countless ways to apologize and how to win back the man she had broken her heart.

however.

Just as she was filled with hope, thinking the call was about to connect.

Suddenly, a mechanical, cold, and emotionless female voice came through the receiver.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is busy. Please try again later..."

boom!

That icy voice was like a bucket of ice water at minus twenty degrees Celsius poured over Shen Qinghan's head, instantly extinguishing the tiny flame of hope that had just ignited in her heart, leaving not even a trace!

Is the call busy?

Do not!

Shen Qinghan knew better than anyone else that this was not a "currently busy" call at all!

I've been blocked!

Jiang Ye had already blacklisted her number!

Shen Qinghan was unwilling to give up. With trembling hands, she opened WeChat, found Jiang Ye's profile picture, and sent him a message.

"Jiang Ye, I was wrong, please forgive me? I want to see you..."

The message has just been sent.

A glaring red exclamation mark immediately popped up on the screen!

Below this line of cold, small print:

"The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the recipient."

Not only my phone number, but I've also been blocked on WeChat!

Jiang Ye has completely erased her from his world, leaving no trace whatsoever!

"Why...why won't you even give me a chance to apologize..."

Shen Qinghan stared blankly at the red exclamation mark on her phone screen, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, she finally understood the meaning of that very popular saying on the internet.

Belated affection is worth less than grass!

When Jiang Ye's eyes were only on her, she trampled on his sincerity.

Now that Jiang Ye has completely given up and turned away, she is begging for his return like a dog.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Some things, once missed, are gone forever.

Some hearts, once broken, can never be warmed up again.

"ah--!!!"

Shen Qinghan raised her head and let out a desperate cry.

Her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. She collapsed onto the floor, limp like a lump of mud, unable to get up again.

She knew that she had completely lost the man who had once loved her with his life.

She ruined her own life, which could have been happy.

……

at the same time.

On the outskirts of Han City, there is a private high-end club hidden among green mountains and clear waters.

There are no conspicuous signs here, only a quiet bamboo path leading into the depths.

Those who can enter and exit this place are all the real big shots at the top of the pyramid in Hanzhou City, who are either rich or noble.

A black Maybach S680 smoothly drove into the clubhouse and stopped in front of a Chinese-style courtyard at the deepest part of the clubhouse.

The car door opened.

Jiang Ye, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue bespoke suit, walked down with steady and powerful steps.

He stood tall and straight, with a cold and stern face, exuding the powerful aura of someone who had long held a high position. He was completely different from the timid son-in-law he had been two years ago.

Jiang Ye didn't even bother to glance at the chaos in the Shen family or Shen Qinghan's tearful wailing.

What does it matter to him whether the Shen family lives or dies?

He has more important things to do now.

Under the respectful guidance of the club manager, Jiang Ye walked through the winding corridors and arrived at the door of a secluded tea room called "Tingzhuxuan".

The manager bent down, knocked gently on the door, and then respectfully withdrew.

Jiang Ye pushed open the carved wooden door and went inside.

The tea room is decorated in a Zen style, and the air is filled with a faint scent of top-grade agarwood.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white Tang suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat in front of a huge golden nanmu tea table.

The man looked to be around fifty years old, with a refined and scholarly appearance, but his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, shone with a sharp, authoritative light.

This person is none other than Lin Zhifeng, the executive vice mayor of Hanzhou City in charge of economy and urban construction!

Upon seeing Jiang Ye walk in, Lin Zhifeng immediately put down the purple clay teapot in his hand, stood up, and his face was full of enthusiastic smiles.

"Oh, Brother Jiang! You've finally arrived! Please, have a seat!"

Lin Zhifeng strode forward, took the initiative to extend his hands, and tightly grasped Jiang Ye's hands, his attitude as warm as if he had seen a brother he hadn't seen for many years.

If the officials in Hanzhou were to see this scene, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop to the ground!

The dignified executive vice mayor was being so polite to a young man, even to the point of being obsequious!

"Mayor Lin, you're too kind. There was some traffic on the way, sorry to have kept you waiting."

Jiang Ye smiled slightly, shook hands with Lin Zhifeng in a humble yet assertive manner, and then sat down across from him at the tea table.

"Not at all, Brother Jiang, it's an honor for me, Lin, to have you here!"

Lin Zhifeng laughed heartily, picked up the purple clay teapot himself, and poured Jiang Ye a cup of tea.

"Come, Brother Jiang, try my top-grade Da Hong Pao tea. I had someone get it from the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain. I usually can't even bear to drink it myself!"

Jiang Ye picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded approvingly.

"Excellent tea. The tea liquor is bright orange-yellow, and the aroma is rich and long-lasting; it is indeed a rare and fine product."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Lin Zhifeng put down his teacup and casually remarked, "Brother Jiang, did you see the news this morning? That eldest son of the Gu family caused quite a stir last night. I heard that Shen's Group's stock hit its daily limit down as soon as the market opened today. It seems there's going to be a minor earthquake in Hanzhou's business world."

Jiang Ye twirled the teacup in his hand, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"A good-for-nothing playboy like Gu Ziming was bound to get into trouble sooner or later. As for the Shen family, they're just grasshoppers in autumn; they won't be able to hop around for much longer."

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's undisguised evaluation, a glint of light flashed in Lin Zhifeng's eyes.

He knew very well that Gu Ziming's arrest last night was no coincidence, and that the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunlun Capital must have been pulling the strings.

However, none of this matters.

The business world is like a battlefield; the winner takes all, and the loser is nothing. This has always been the case.

Lin Zhifeng didn't invite Jiang Ye here today to gossip.

"Brother Jiang is right. They're just some low-class clowns. They're not worth our time."

Lin Zhifeng's smile faded, and his expression became extremely serious.

He turned and walked to a safe in the corner of the tea room, entered the password, and took out a sealed top-secret document tube.