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

Shen Qinghan lowered her head, her hands trembling, and gently stroked her slightly protruding belly due to pregnancy.

This child is Gu Zimo's.

Just thinking about Gu Ziming's hideous, crazed, and ruthless devilish face when he caused a scene at the Shen family today...

Shen Qinghan felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, with a coldness seeping into her very bones.

That man doesn't love her at all!

He only treated her as a bargaining chip, a tool to vent his desires, a piece of trash that could be discarded at any time, or even used for blackmail!

The man who once treated her as his whole world, who was willing to give his life for her and cherish her dearly, was cruelly pushed away by her own hands.

"Jiang Ye... I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Shen Qinghan hugged her knees tightly, buried her head in her arms, and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Tears of regret fell in large drops, crashing onto the cold floor and into the bowl of unpalatable noodle soup, creating bitter ripples.

Her heart was breaking, she was in unbearable pain, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her heart.

Until this moment, on this cold, isolated, and abandoned night.

Shen Qinghan finally came to her senses completely.

She finally understood what kind of paradise she had destroyed with her own hands.

. . . . .

While Shen Qinghan was alone in that cold, dark villa, weeping bitterly and filled with remorse over a bowl of plain noodles that was hard to swallow.

A hundred kilometers away in the suburbs of Hanju, Jiang Ye is welcoming the first rays of sunshine after the rain, breathing in the freshest air in the mountains and experiencing a completely different life.

Last night's downpour washed away the dust on the mountain road, and it seemed to wash away the messy worries in Jiang Ye's heart as well.

For the next two whole days, Jiang Ye and Han Qingru completely let loose.

The two did not rush back to downtown Hanzhou to face the cutthroat business battles, nor did they pay attention to the complicated emotional entanglements.

Like two truant students, they embarked on a spontaneous motorcycle trip through the mountains and rivers surrounding Hanju, riding those two high-performance beasts.

The roar of the engine became the most beautiful background music for the past two days.

They traveled westward along the winding national highway, passing through lush bamboo forests and crossing shimmering reservoirs.

When we got hungry, we parked our motorcycles at a farmhouse restaurant by the roadside.

Order a freshly killed free-range chicken, a pot of incredibly delicious wild mushroom soup, and two pounds of sizzling, oily roasted lamb chops.

Jiang Ye ate meat with gusto and drank ice-cold Nongfu Spring water with gusto, completely disregarding his image.

Han Qingru, who usually only eats Michelin-starred chef-prepared meals at high-end restaurants, completely abandoned her airs as a female CEO with billions in assets at this moment.

She imitated Jiang Ye, grabbing the lamb chop with her hands and gnawing on it, her mouth dripping with oil, laughing heartily without any restraint.

That smile was as pure as a carefree little girl's; there was not a trace of the iron lady of the business world.

When they got tired, they rented two rooms in a guesthouse at the foot of the mountain.

In the evening, we sat in the courtyard, enjoying the cool mountain breeze and gazing at the starry sky, chatting about everything under the sun.

They talked about embarrassing stories of fighting over sweet potatoes at the orphanage when they were kids, the hardships they've endured working hard in other places over the years, and their wildest dreams for the future.

For Han Qingru, the motorcycle trip these past two days was nothing short of a spiritual baptism.

Since taking over the multinational corporation, her nerves have been stretched taut like a string about to snap.

Every day, they face endless financial statements, countless multinational meetings, and treacherous business rivals.

It had been a very long time since she had been able to completely relax like this, to feel the temperature of the wind, and to savor the most authentic flavors of food.

"Ono, thank you."

On the last evening of their motorcycle trip, the two parked their bikes at the edge of a cliff with a wide view, watching the magnificent sunset in the distance.

Han Qingru took off her helmet, letting the evening breeze blow through her long, black hair.

She turned her head and looked at her younger brother, who had grown into a strong and upright man, her eyes filled with tenderness and gratitude.

"What are you thanking me for? For taking you to eat at a roadside stall, or for letting you brave the wind and sun?" Jiang Ye leaned against the motorcycle and joked with a smile.

"Thank you for helping me rediscover the true feeling of being alive."

Han Qingru took a deep breath and opened her arms as if to embrace the entire sunset.

"These past two days have been the happiest and most relaxing days I've had in years. No KPIs, no stock market fluctuations, no annoying social obligations. Just the wind, freedom, and you."

At this point, Han Qingru's tone carried a hint of reluctance.

"However, Cinderella's magic always wears off eventually. I just glanced at my phone, and the screen is practically bursting with missed calls."

"There are some issues with a few overseas acquisitions at the group, and those old guys on the board are frantic. I have to go back and take charge."

Jiang Ye nodded. Although he felt a little reluctant, he understood completely.

On her shoulders lies the livelihood of tens of thousands of employees and a business empire worth hundreds of billions.

Being able to spare two days to accompany him in his wild adventures in the mountains is already an extremely rare luxury.

"Go ahead, big sister. Work is important. Once we're done with this busy period, I'll take you on an even longer trip, to the Northwest, to Tibet, to see real snow-capped mountains and deserts!" Jiang Ye patted his chest and said with great enthusiasm.

"It's a deal! Don't complain that I'm an older single woman holding you back!"

Han Qingru smiled sweetly, a smile that was breathtakingly beautiful in the sunset.

She put the black carbon fiber helmet back on and mounted the fiery red Ducati V4.

With a deafening roar of the engine, the red motorcycle transformed into a streak of lightning and sped off towards downtown Seoul.

Watching his older sister disappear from sight, Jiang Ye also gave up his playful thoughts.

I've had enough rest, my battery is fully charged, it's time to get back to work!

Men can't spend all their time in the arms of women; the stars and the sea are their ultimate destination!

Jiang Ye hopped into his BMW GS, twisted the accelerator, and sped off toward the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

An hour later.

In the heart of Hanju's CBD, stands the towering Kunlun Capital skyscraper, a symbol of absolute wealth and power.

Jiang Ye tossed the motorcycle to the smiling security guard at the door and strode into the exclusive VIP elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the luxurious and technologically advanced CEO's office area on the top floor came into view.

Jiang Ye had just stepped out of the elevator and hadn't even had a chance to go back to his office for a drink of water.

"Boss! You're finally back!"

An anxious voice suddenly rang out in the corridor.

He saw Lei Heng, the CEO of Kunlun Capital and Jiang Ye's most capable right-hand man, running towards him, covered in sweat.

Lei Heng is usually a ruthless character who remains calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him, and he is also a decisive financial tycoon on Wall Street.

For him to be in such a panic, even his tie is askew, something absolutely terrible must have happened!

"What's the panic? There are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls. Is the CPU fried? Or is some bank about to go bankrupt?"

Jiang Ye stopped, raised an eyebrow slightly, and maintained his calm and domineering tone.

"Boss, the sky hasn't fallen yet, but it's almost fallen! Take a look at this!"

Lei Heng ran up to Jiang Ye, panting heavily, and handed him a thick brown paper bag with trembling hands.

The paper bag was sealed with a bright red stamp that read "Top Secret"!