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

Jiang Ye scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Indeed, that car chase was the most relaxing and exhilarating he'd had in a while.

However, a huge question suddenly popped into his mind.

"By the way, ma'am, I didn't tell anyone when I left, and my phone was off. There are so many mountains around Hanju, how did you know I was on this winding mountain road?"

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru with a face full of curiosity.

Han Qingru smiled mysteriously, stretched out her finger, and gently tapped Jiang Ye's left chest.

"Because of this place."

"Here?" Jiang Ye looked down at his chest.

"Telepathy."

Han Qingru's eyes deepened, as if she could see through Jiang Ye's soul.

"We grew up together in an orphanage. I can guess what kind of poop you're going to take just by sticking your butt out. Whenever you encounter a problem or feel frustrated, you like to run to higher places and listen to the sound of the wind."

"This mountain was your favorite spot to relax when you were delivering food. I guess you came here looking for some peace and quiet. So, I just came straight here."

Jiang Ye was completely speechless.

This woman is like a mind reader!

They even know his most secret little habits perfectly.

Looking at the domineering yet gentle, wild yet considerate older sister in front of him, Jiang Ye suddenly felt incredibly conflicted.

The eldest sister was truly devoted to him, and her kindness was beyond words.

However, just thinking about Xia Yu's icy queen-like demeanor in the hospital corridor, where she was willing to confront her older sister to protect him, made Jiang Ye's head start to ache again.

Xia Yu understands his career and his ambition; she is his perfect soulmate in the business world.

His eldest sister understands his life and his vulnerabilities; she is the warmest haven in his life.

These two women are like a red rose and a white rose, each with their own merits, yet equally deadly.

Jiang Ye now felt even more strongly that these two women were an unsolvable problem of the century, and he simply didn't know how to choose between them.

Just as Jiang Ye was lost in thought.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the mountaintop, which had been under a clear blue sky.

"Boom—!"

A deafening clap of thunder exploded overhead without warning!

Immediately afterwards, large swaths of dark clouds, like ink, quickly swallowed up the entire sky.

Summer thunderstorms can come suddenly, changing their nature faster than turning the pages of a book!

"Pat! Pat!"

Large raindrops, like dense bullets, pounded hard on the asphalt road, splashing up clumps of water.

"Oh no! It's going to pour!"

Jiang Ye's expression changed drastically.

Mountain roads are already steep and rugged, and once it rains heavily, the road surface becomes even more slippery than an ice rink.

Riding a heavy motorcycle down the mountain under these circumstances is like an old man eating poison – he's asking for trouble!

"Big sister, hurry! The rain is too heavy; we can't go down the mountain. We need to find somewhere to take shelter!"

Jiang Ye grabbed Han Qingru's wrist and shouted loudly.

"Where are we going? This is the middle of nowhere!" Han Qingru was also bewildered by the sudden downpour.

"Come with me! I remember there's an abandoned, dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain. I once took shelter there during a downpour while delivering food!"

Jiang Ye didn't have time to explain further and pulled Han Qingru onto the motorcycle.

Braving the torrential rain, the two carefully rode down the mountain path.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making visibility extremely blurry, and the strong wind was making the motorcycle sway.

Fortunately, Jiang Ye was quite familiar with this road.

A dozen minutes later, they finally found the dilapidated mountain god temple in a secluded corner halfway up the mountain.

The two quickly parked their motorcycle under the eaves outside the temple and then rushed into the temple in a disheveled state.

"Phew—that was close, I almost got soaked to the bone."

Jiang Ye wiped the rain off his face and let out a long sigh of relief.

This dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for many years, with several large holes in the roof, so it rains heavily outside and lightly inside.

Fortunately, there was a dry spot in the corner of the altar, just big enough for two people to fit in.

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at Han Qingru beside him.

Upon seeing this, his breath caught in his throat.

Although Han Qingru was wearing a tight leather jacket, the downpour had been so heavy that rainwater seeped in through the collar and zipper.

At this moment, the black leather jacket was completely soaked and clung tightly to her body.

Her already stunning figure became even more curvaceous under the outline of the water, making her look like a perfect work of art.

Especially her long, rain-soaked hair, which clung messily to her fair cheeks and neck, exuded a fatal allure.

"Achoo!"

Han Qingru suddenly sneezed loudly.

The temperature in the mountains is already low, and with this torrential rain, it dropped even further.

Although Han Qingru was in good physical condition, she was still shivering from the cold wind as she wore a soaked leather jacket, and her lips turned a little white.

"Big sister, are you alright?"

Jiang Ye quickly withdrew his somewhat presumptuous gaze, inwardly cursing himself for being a beast.

"Cold...so cold..."

Han Qingru crossed her arms over her chest, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Just bear with me for a moment, I'll start a fire right away!"

Jiang Ye didn't dare to delay and immediately began searching through the dilapidated temple.

Luckily, there were some discarded firewood left by previous worshippers and a few tattered scriptures piled up under the altar.

Jiang Ye took out his windproof lighter, skillfully lit the sutra, and then carefully placed firewood on top.

Before long, a warm bonfire rose in the corner of the dilapidated temple.

The orange-red flames instantly dispelled the surrounding chill and darkness.

"Big sister, come over and warm yourself by the fire."

Jiang Ye invited Han Qingru to sit by the fire.

Seeing that Han Qingru was still trembling, Jiang Ye unhesitatingly unzipped his cycling jersey and took off the dry cotton T-shirt underneath.

He was shirtless, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles, and then gently draped the T-shirt, still warm from his body, over Han Qingru's shoulders.

"Take off your wet clothes, or you'll catch a cold. Wear my clothes and warm yourself by the fire." Jiang Ye turned his back, his voice sounding somewhat unnatural.

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye's broad back, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Without any pretense, she quietly took off the heavy, wet leather jacket, leaving herself in only her undergarments, and then tightly wrapped Jiang Ye's oversized T-shirt around her body.

The T-shirt was filled with Jiang Ye's pleasant, faintly tobacco-scented masculine scent.

This aura gave Han Qingru an unprecedented sense of security.

"I'm all changed, you can turn around now," Han Qingru said softly.

Jiang Ye turned around and sat down on the other side of the fire.

Outside the window, thunder rumbled and rain poured down.

Inside the dilapidated temple, a campfire flickered, and the firewood crackled as it burned.

A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.

In this small, enclosed space, the atmosphere unknowingly became extremely ambiguous.

The air was filled with the earthy smell of rain, the smoky aroma of firewood, and the alluring scent of Han Qingru, a blend of high-end perfume and her natural body fragrance.

Han Qingru, wrapped in a large T-shirt, hugged her knees and quietly watched the leaping flames.

At that moment, she completely shed the hard facade of a multinational corporation's female CEO and reverted to being a vulnerable little woman who needed protection.