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

"boom!"

Old Zhao felt as if an atomic bomb had exploded in his brain!

Genting Town!

That's the hottest and most top-tier cultural tourism project in the country right now!

Even though Lao Zhao lives in this remote border town, he sees a deluge of advertisements for Yunding Town on his phone every day. It's hailed as a utopia of love, attracting astronomical numbers of visitors daily, and its shops are practically money-printing machines!

Let alone owning the largest shop in the core area, even setting up a stall on the edge of town can make a fortune!

And now, this man in front of him has actually given him the best shop in Cloud Top Town with just a few words? And it's rent-free forever?!

This is a million times more outrageous than a pie falling from the sky!

"Brother...no, boss! Who...who are you? This...this gift is too much, I, Old Zhao, can't accept it!" Old Zhao was so excited that he trembled all over, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He had suffered greatly in his life, abandoned by his ex-wife and oppressed by his landlord, and had never experienced such overwhelming kindness from heaven.

Jiang Ye looked at Lao Zhao, a faint smile curving his lips.

He picked up a pen and paper from the bar, quickly wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to Lao Zhao.

"This is my assistant Lei Heng's phone number. Call him when you arrive in Hanzhou, and he will arrange everything."

Jiang Ye didn't offer any further explanation.

For someone who owns a multi-billion dollar empire, a single shop is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But he was willing to give the shop to Old Zhao because Old Zhao had given him a strong drink and a dry towel during his loneliest and coldest time.

In this cold world, this pure kindness is more precious than billions of dollars.

Jiang Ye turned around, picked up the carbon fiber helmet from the chair, and strode out of the bar.

Outside the door, the rain had stopped and the sky was clear.

Sunlight shone on the black Kawasaki H2R, reflecting a dazzling light.

Jiang Ye straddled the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and turned the key.

"boom--!"

The roar of engines shattered the tranquility of the ancient town once more.

Old Zhao chased after Jiang Ye outside the bar, and seeing Jiang Ye's tall figure straddling the motorcycle, tears finally welled up in his eyes. He bowed deeply to Jiang Ye's retreating back.

Jiang Ye didn't turn around, but simply raised his left hand and waved it casually.

Then, he abruptly released the clutch, and the motorcycle, like a black lightning bolt, instantly rushed out of the ancient town and disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only an extremely dashing silhouette.

After leaving the ancient town, Jiang Ye continued cycling south.

As the latitude decreases, the scenery along the way becomes increasingly desolate.

The dense forests were gradually replaced by low shrubs, and the rolling mountains turned into barren red earth. The straight national highway, like a sharp sword, cleaved through this desolate land, stretching all the way to the horizon.

The wind howled in my ears, whipping up clouds of yellow sand.

Jiang Ye twisted the accelerator to the floor, enjoying the extreme speed that tore through the air.

However, as the adrenaline gradually subsided, an unprecedented sense of emptiness surged into his heart like a tide.

He helped Lao Zhao resolve his troubles, punished the bully, and demonstrated the terrifying power of a billionaire.

Was it good?

It felt great.

But what happens after the pleasure?

He was still alone, riding a cold machine on a highway with no end in sight.

He possessed wealth enough to buy half a city and power that terrified countless people, yet he had no home to return to.

Xia Yu betrayed him for power, and Shen Qinghan abandoned him for money.

In this world, who else truly cares for him?

It was evening.

Jiang Ye parked the motorcycle on a deserted Gobi desert.

He sat on the scorching sand and watched the setting sun slowly sink in the distance, then lit a cigarette.

He took out his phone and opened the app called SKY.

The messages in the background are still flashing wildly, and the number of fans has exceeded 100,000.

Jiang Ye casually browsed the comments section.

Netizens are still moved by his poignant song "The Hill," and countless people are sharing their own stories of being hurt by love in the comments section.

Suddenly, a highly upvoted comment caught Jiang Ye's eye.

"Hey soul singer, you're riding that cool motorcycle, speeding all the way, where's your destination anyway?"

Where is the finish line?

Jiang Ye stared at the words on the screen and froze.

Yes, where is his destination?

He wandered aimlessly, simply to escape the place in Hanju that caused him so much pain. But could running away solve the problem? He couldn't possibly ride this highway forever, could he?

Just as Jiang Ye was lost in deep confusion.

Suddenly, without warning, a face appeared in my mind.

It was a face that was gentle to the core.

Han Qingru.

The woman who protected him like an older sister during his most desperate and helpless time.

That woman who never wanted anything from him, only wishing him peace and happiness.

Jiang Ye could almost hear again the sound of that long-distance phone call Han Qingru made from halfway around the world late that night.

"Ono, no matter how much you suffer outside, this place will always be your home. If you're tired, come to Shinya to find me."

That gentle voice was like a warm current, instantly melting the frozen iceberg in Jiang Ye's heart.

Yes!

Not everyone in this world is full of scheming and betrayal.

At least, there's still my eldest sister!

And then there's Han Qingru, who truly cares about him, feels sorry for him, and treats him like family!

A crazy idea, like weeds, grew wildly in Jiang Ye's heart and instantly occupied all his thoughts!

Go to New Asia!

Go find your older sister!

Go see the only person in the world who can bring him warmth!

Jiang Ye suddenly stood up and stomped out the cigarette butt in his hand into the sand.

The confusion and emptiness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented determination and fervor!

He immediately opened his phone's map app and checked the route.

This place is less than 500 kilometers from the southwestern border. Once we cross the border and traverse a few more countries, we'll reach New Asia!

This was an absolutely insane cross-border cycling trip!

But Jiang Ye didn't care at all!

He doesn't want to wait even a second longer!

He was going to ride this land-based flying machine, across mountains and rivers, across national borders, to see the most important person in his life!

Jiang Ye grabbed the helmet from the ground, strode over to the Kawasaki H2R, took a long stride, and sat steadily in the seat.

He put on his helmet, pulled down his goggles, and turned the key all the way in.

"boom--!!!"

The supercharged engine let out a deafening roar, as if sensing its master's determination, and a ghostly blue flame shot out from the exhaust pipe!

Jiang Ye suddenly released the clutch, and the motorcycle's rear wheel kicked up a cloud of sand on the Gobi Desert, like a mad black beast, and rushed directly onto the national highway!

He completely changed course.

floor the accelerator!

Speeding at breakneck speed!

Facing the approaching darkness, Jiang Ye launched his most frantic charge towards the southwestern border!

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