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Sitting opposite Jiang Ye was the most famous and beautiful female host of Hanzhou TV.

The female host looked at Jiang Ye with undisguised admiration and stares, and even her voice was eight octaves softer than usual.

"Mr. Jiang, hello. First of all, congratulations to Kunlun Capital on its epic victory in investing in Xingchen Technology!"

The female host asked the question with a big smile.

"The entire internet is amazed by your business acumen. Everyone wants to know, why are your investment decisions always so accurate? How can you so precisely execute a counterattack against Wall Street giants like Blackstone?"

Jiang Ye smiled slightly, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. He spoke with great eloquence and had an outstanding demeanor.

"Actually, there's no secret. It's just four words: trust domestic products."

Jiang Ye's deep, magnetic voice clearly reached Shen Qinghan's ears through the phone screen.

"Wall Street certainly has abundant capital, but they don't understand the backbone of Chinese researchers. My investment in Xingchen Technology is not only based on the commercial prospects of all-solid-state lithium batteries, but also on preserving the core technologies of our homeland, Hanzhou."

"Faced with absolute technological barriers, any malicious short selling by capital is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot. I simply followed the trend of the times and did what a Chinese businessman should do."

These words were spoken with neither arrogance nor servility, instantly broadening one's perspective!

The chat room exploded with comments!

"Holy crap! President Jiang's vision is amazing!"

"No wonder they're so rich! That's a true patriotic entrepreneur!"

"Handsome, rich, and with a strong sense of patriotism! President Jiang is simply the epitome of a high-quality male!"

"We're bowing to the God of Wealth! President Jiang is so powerful and domineering!"

Looking at the barrage of comments praising Jiang Ye on the screen, Shen Qinghan felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

This perfect man, admired by millions, once belonged to her alone!

Just as Shen Qinghan was in unbearable pain, the female host suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that surprised everyone.

"Mr. Jiang, in addition to your legendary business achievements, netizens are also very interested in your private life."

The female host covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with gossip.

"When our team was conducting background checks, we inadvertently discovered your private account on a certain social media platform."

"Everyone is very surprised that the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunlun Capital, a billionaire, has the online name 'Three Dishes and One Soup'."

"Mr. Jiang, is there a special story behind this down-to-earth online name?"

The moment the question was asked, the chat in the live stream went silent for a second, then started scrolling at an even more frantic pace.

Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to hear some gossip about this billionaire.

When Shen Qinghan, who was lying on the broken bed, heard the words "three dishes and one soup", he was struck by lightning. His blood seemed to freeze at that moment!

On the screen, Jiang Ye was visibly taken aback when he heard the question.

A complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes, as if he were lost in some distant memory.

Several seconds passed before Jiang Ye finally let out a slow sigh, a self-deprecating bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"Actually, there's nothing special about it."

Jiang Ye's voice became somewhat low, carrying a calmness that came from having experienced many vicissitudes.

"I have always kept the identity of the behind-the-scenes boss of Kunlun Capital a secret from the outside world, and I haven't even told my closest people."

"It's not to create an air of mystery, nor is it to play dumb to outsmart others."

"I just want to live an ordinary life."

Jiang Ye raised his head and looked directly at the camera, as if he were looking through the screen at a phantom image that had once given him everything.

"I thought that as long as I put aside all my glory and went to the market every day after get off work to buy the freshest ingredients, I could cook and make soup."

"Every evening, I set out a hot meal of three dishes and a soup on the table, waiting for my loved one to come home from get off work."

"I thought that this kind of ordinary, everyday life was the most genuine happiness and that's how you can preserve a relationship."

"That online name was my biggest dream at the time. I just wanted to be an ordinary husband who could cook three dishes and a soup for his wife every day."

At this point, Jiang Ye shrugged, his expression becoming incredibly carefree.

"Unfortunately, I later realized that in this materialistic society, the warmth of three dishes and a soup can never compare to the roar of a Ferrari and the balance in a bank account."

"The lives of ordinary people are sometimes more brutal than the battles in the business world."

boom!

Jiang Ye's words were like a powerful tear gas bomb, causing an uproar in the live broadcast room!

Netizens exclaimed in surprise, and the live chat was instantly flooded with comments of tears and shock!

"My God! Zun Du is a fake! The billionaire tycoon is actually a family-oriented, pure-hearted war god!"

"So Jiang Ye is the mastermind behind Kunlun Capital! He was willing to be a stay-at-home dad for love? That's incredibly low-key!"

"Waaaaah, my family is devastated! Who would understand! A man worth hundreds of billions, his biggest dream is simply to cook three dishes and a soup for his wife!"

"Which blind woman is so foolish as to reject a perfect man like President Jiang? Has she lost her mind?!"

"That ex-wife is probably kicking herself now! Turning down a billionaire like him, she's the biggest idiot in the universe!"

"The clown is herself! No wonder she has nothing now!"

Looking at the screen filled with crazy insults and mockery directed at that "blind ex-wife".

Listening to Jiang Ye's calm yet deeply moving confession.

Shen Qinghan was completely dumbfounded!

She held her phone blankly, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, blurring her vision.

Three dishes and one soup!

These four words were like a series of rusty, dull knives, cutting and tearing wildly at the tip of her heart!

Those past images kept uncontrollably resurfacing in her mind.

Back then, she would walk out the door every day in high heels, dragging her tired body.

She was always greeted by Jiang Ye's bright smile, and on the table, steaming sweet and sour pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of rich, milky-white crucian carp and tofu soup.

Jiang Ye would always put the tenderest pieces of meat from the ribs into her bowl and watch her eat them with a smile.

At that time, she took all of this for granted, and even disliked the lingering smell of cooking oil on Jiang Ye, his lack of ambition, and the embarrassment of taking him out!

For Gu Ziming, that scumbag who only makes empty promises and is full of lies, she personally destroyed the three dishes and one soup that Jiang Ye had carefully prepared for her!

She personally swept this pure-hearted warrior, who was willing to give up his billions for her and only seek a simple and happy life, out the door like trash!

"ah--!!!"

Shen Qinghan let out an extremely shrill scream and slammed the broken phone in her hand against the wall!

The phone shattered into pieces instantly, its parts scattered all over the ground.

She gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled around frantically on the hard bed like a madwoman.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong! Jiang Ye! Come back!"

"I don't want a Ferrari anymore! I don't want a wealthy family! All I want is your three dishes and a soup! Please, please cook for me just one more meal!"

Shen Qinghan cried her heart out, her heart breaking.

She suddenly raised her hands and began slapping herself repeatedly across her pale, haggard face!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the cramped, dilapidated rented room.

She hated herself for being so blind! She hated herself for being so vain and materialistic! She hated herself for destroying the most perfect love in the world with her own hands!

But no matter how much she cried and screamed, no matter how much she slapped herself, the man who would cook three dishes and a soup for her would never come back.

Late-blooming affection is worth less than grass; missed happiness is a lifetime of irreparable ruin.

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