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Back at the villa in Country M.

Jiang Ye went straight into the study.

He took out an A4 sheet of paper from the drawer, picked up a pen, and without the slightest hesitation began to draft the divorce agreement on the paper.

The content is very simple: he doesn't want anything and will leave with nothing.

He stopped fighting for custody of his daughter.

Since Shen Xinyu likes her "Zi Mo Dad" so much, let her go and recognize the thief as her father.

With a few quick strokes, Jiang Ye signed his name at the end.

His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, revealing a sharp edge. Gone was the timid and submissive demeanor of the past seven years.

After finishing writing it, he put the agreement in an envelope and placed it on the coffee table, which was the most conspicuous place in the living room.

Next to it, there was a black bank card.

That was the supplementary card that Shen Qinghan sent him every month for "living expenses" after they got married.

Shen Qinghan always thought Jiang Ye was just a driver, a gigolo who lived off her. But she had no idea that Jiang Ye hadn't touched a single penny of the money in that card.

Not only has it not been touched, but the money for the Shen family to buy villas, luxury cars, and even Shen Xinyu's education at a prestigious school over the past few years was all paid for by Jiang Ye using his personal account.

Now, he doesn't serve him anymore.

He wouldn't argue with the Shen family about this money.

How did you come? What will you take with you when you leave?

He didn't care about a single needle or thread from the Shen family.

As I walked to the door with my bag, Aunt Liu, the nanny, happened to be returning from grocery shopping.

Seeing Jiang Ye carrying his bag and about to leave, Aunt Liu was stunned: "Mr. Jiang, where are you going? Aren't you going to have lunch?"

Jiang Ye glanced at her expressionlessly: "Go back to China."

"Oh? But Mr. Shen and Miss Xinyu haven't returned yet. Aren't you going to wait for them?"

"I'm not waiting any longer," Jiang Ye said calmly, striding out of the villa.

Outside, the sunlight was blinding.

Jiang Ye took out his old, worn-out phone and immediately blacklisted Shen Qinghan and Shen Xinyu's numbers.

Next, he opened the alarm clock settings.

The list is filled with alarm clocks.

At seven o'clock in the morning, I reminded Shen Qinghan to drink warm water.

At noon, I reminded Shen Xinyu to take her asthma medication.

At 10 p.m., I reminded Shen Qinghan not to stay up late.

……

Jiang Ye swiped his finger, clicked, and deleted.

Clear everything.

After doing all this, he dialed an encrypted number that he hadn't called in seven years.

The phone rang only half a ring before it was answered instantly.

"Hey? Who is this?" A deep, wary male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ye looked at the traffic on the street and said calmly, "Old Lei, it's me."

A loud crashing sound of tables and chairs colliding came from the other end of the phone.

"Boss... Boss?! Is it really you?!"

The man known as "Old Lei" was Lei Heng, the head of Kunlun Capital's Asia-Pacific region, whose voice trembled with excitement at that moment:

"Damn it! Old Jiang, you've finally contacted the brothers!"

"Yeah, I'm back." Jiang Ye took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "I have something for you to do."

"Boss, just give the order! We'll go through fire and water without flinching!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Jiang Ye exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes glazed over. "From now on, cut off all covert financial support from Kunlun Capital to the Shen Group in Jiangzhou. Shut down all the green channels we opened for the Shen family. Also, notify Wall Street to withdraw their investment intentions for that overseas acquisition deal that Shen Qinghan is currently negotiating."

Upon hearing this, Lei Heng on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the air.

For the past seven years, although the boss had been living in anonymity, he had secretly ordered them to protect the Shen Group at all costs. No matter how big a mess Shen Qinghan made, Kunlun Capital would unconditionally bail him out.

What's wrong with me today? Why am I suddenly going to kill them?

Lei Heng always felt that it was a huge waste for his eldest son to marry into the Shen family. The mastermind behind Kunlun Capital was reduced to being someone else's driver and nanny, enduring endless scorn and grievances.

Is the eldest brother now completely awake?

Thinking of this, Lei Heng sighed deeply: "Boss, you've finally come to your senses. To be honest, the brothers have been holding back their anger for a long time, and I feel sorry for you!"

"Back then, didn't Old Master Shen take a knife for you? You secretly helped the Shen family earn tens of billions, so that life-saving debt has long been repaid! But you've ruined most of your life for it."

Lei Heng became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice rising several decibels: "With your qualifications, worth trillions, you could have anything you wanted. What kind of woman couldn't you have? Why did you have to hang yourself on Shen Qinghan's tree, being treated like a dog by that mother and daughter every day..."

"Alright." Jiang Ye sighed, his fingers tightening slightly as he held the cigarette, interrupting Lei Heng's incessant chatter. "Stop talking, it's annoying."

He didn't want to hear anything about the Shen family mother and daughter right now; just hearing it made him feel suffocated.

"Just do as I say, stop talking nonsense." Jiang Ye's voice turned cold.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll arrange it right away. I guarantee that the Shen Group's financial chain will be completely severed within ten minutes!" Lei Heng quickly agreed, then cautiously asked, "So, boss, what are you planning to do next? Are you going to come back to Kunlun Capital to take charge? The brothers are all looking forward to your return."

"No need." Jiang Ye looked at the cars coming and going on the street, exhaled the last smoke ring, and said, "You keep an eye on things for now. I've been exhausted for seven years and want to take a good rest. We can talk about going back to the company when I get back to China."

After saying that, Jiang Ye hung up the phone without waiting for Lei Heng to speak again.

……

More than ten hours later.

Country M, 10:30 PM.

Shen Qinghan held his daughter Shen Xinyu's hand and walked into the gate of the luxurious villa.

Shen Xinyu was holding a limited edition doll that was half her height. Gu Ziming had just bought it for her that afternoon, and the little girl couldn't stop smiling the whole way.

"Aunt Liu, where's Jiang Ye?" Shen Qinghan asked casually as she changed into slippers.

She assumed that Jiang Ye would, as usual, wear an apron and bring out the heated food from the kitchen, then greet her with a fawning expression and apologize for what happened last night.

Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Jiang... he left with his bag at noon."

"Gone?" Shen Qinghan frowned. "Where did they go?"

"He said he went back to China." Aunt Liu pointed to the coffee table. "Mr. Jiang didn't even have lunch when he left. He left an envelope and a bank card on the coffee table, saying they were for you."

Shen Qinghan followed Aunt Liu's finger and saw the white envelope and the black supplementary card.

Shen Xinyu pouted and said nonchalantly, "Let him go if he wants. Anyway, all he does at home is control me. He won't let me eat ice cream or watch TV. Uncle Zimo is so much better; he indulges me in everything."

Hearing her daughter's words, Shen Qinghan not only did not blame her, but instead patted her head in agreement.

She walked to the coffee table, picked up the supplementary card, looked at it, and gave a cold laugh.

"You've grown quite capable, even learning to run away from home." Shen Qinghan's tone was full of disdain.

Standing to the side, Aunt Liu hesitated for a moment, looking at the envelope on the coffee table, and couldn't help but speak softly, "Mr. Shen, actually... today is Mr. Jiang's birthday. He flew for more than ten hours to come here, and even cooked a meal himself. He originally wanted to celebrate his birthday with you and Miss Xinyu as a family of three."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghan was taken aback.

Suddenly, Jiang Ye's words on the phone last night, "I was thinking that the three of us haven't been together for a long time," flashed through her mind, and a sense of guilt inexplicably rose in her heart.

But this feeling of guilt was fleeting, quickly replaced by a sense of impatience.

"How old are you? Stop being so sentimental."

Shen Qinghan tossed the supplementary credit card back onto the coffee table and snorted coldly, "I was just busy negotiating a multi-billion dollar project and didn't have time to celebrate his birthday with him, so why did he throw a tantrum and run away from home? He's really spoiled."

In her view, Jiang Ye was just playing hard to get.

A gigolo who didn't even finish college properly and has been living off the Shen family for seven years—can he survive without them? I bet he'll slink back and apologize in less than three days.

Shen Qinghan picked up the envelope, preparing to tear it open and see what sarcastic words were written inside.

Just then, her cell phone rang in her bag.

Upon taking it out, the screen flashed the words "Zi Mo." Shen Qinghan's previously cold face softened instantly, and she immediately answered the phone.

"Hey, Zimo, what's wrong?"

"Qinghan, something's happened!" Gu Ziming's voice was filled with anxiety and panic. "The overseas acquisition we were negotiating—Kunlun Capital—suddenly backed out! The partner company suddenly withdrew its investment!"

Shen Qinghan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately threw the envelope in his hand into the drawer next to him.

"How could this happen? Don't worry, I'll find out what's going on right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qinghan was preoccupied with the company's crisis and didn't care about the envelope Jiang Ye had left behind.

"Aunt Liu, take Xinyu to take a bath and go to bed. I need to work overtime in the study tonight."

After giving her instructions, Shen Qinghan hurried upstairs in her high heels.

The envelope containing the divorce agreement was simply buried in the bottom drawer of miscellaneous items, forgotten by everyone.

……