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

Han Qingru sat in the back of the middle Maybach, her hands tightly clasped together.

"Faster! Drive faster!"

She kept urging the driver on, wishing she could sprout wings and fly directly to Jiang Ye's side.

The convoy sped wildly along the muddy road, splashing mud everywhere.

Finally, half an hour later, the convoy arrived at the designated location.

Han Qingru immediately spotted the black motorcycle lying in the roadside bushes, and the figure leaning against it, covered in mud and motionless.

"parking!"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Han Qingru flung open the car door, not even bothering to open her umbrella, and rushed straight into the muddy grass.

"Ono! Ono!"

Han Qingru stumbled and ran to Jiang Ye's side. When she saw what Jiang Ye looked like, tears instantly streamed down her face!

The once powerful and influential business tycoon with hundreds of billions in assets now resembles an abandoned vagrant, utterly pathetic.

His leather jacket was completely soaked with mud and water, his face was covered in grime, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. His forehead was burning hot, and his whole body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Ono... how could you be so silly..."

Han Qingru's voice trembled with heartache. She didn't mind the mud on Jiang Ye's body at all, and hugged him tightly in her arms. Tears fell like broken beads onto Jiang Ye's muddy face.

"Big sister...you've come..."

Jiang Ye opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the tear-streaked, heartbroken face in front of him, and forced a weak but satisfied smile.

He smelled that familiar, reassuring, faint fragrance emanating from Han Qingru.

This fragrance was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly soothing all the anxiety and unease deep within him.

"I'm here... Big sister is here... It's alright, Xiao Ye, big sister will take you home..." Han Qingru hugged Jiang Ye tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru, and with his last bit of strength, whispered, "Big sister... I'm so tired..."

After saying this, Jiang Ye's nerves, which had been tense for days and nights, finally relaxed completely. He tilted his head and fainted in Han Qingru's warm embrace.

"Quickly! Get the young master into the car! Contact the best private doctor immediately and have him stand by at the manor!"

Han Qingru shouted orders at the bodyguards behind her.

Several burly bodyguards immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted Jiang Ye into the spacious back seat of the Maybach.

The convoy started again, like a black whirlwind, speeding towards the New Asia affluent district.

This scene was filled with extreme warmth and heartache. In this cold world, only Han Qingru would abandon a multi-billion dollar business without hesitation for Jiang Ye's words, and embrace him tightly in the mud.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Jiang Ye felt as if he had a very, very long dream.

In my dream, there were raging storms, muddy roads, and endless loneliness and exhaustion. But in the end, all the darkness was dispelled by a ray of warm sunlight.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a high ceiling, a magnificent crystal chandelier, and a faint, calming scent of incense in the air.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire room bright and warm.

Jiang Ye found himself lying on a soft, comfortable bed. The mud on his body had been cleaned off, and he had been put on a clean set of silk pajamas.

He turned his head and saw the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

Han Qingru.

She was wearing simple loungewear, her hair casually tied back, and holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

When she saw Jiang Ye wake up, a hint of surprise flashed in Han Qingru's eyes. Then, her beautiful eyes were filled with a gentle light that could melt water.

"You're awake? How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"

Han Qingru put down the bowl of porridge in her hand, reached out and touched Jiang Ye's forehead. Feeling that his temperature had returned to normal, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru, his voice still a little hoarse, but his spirits had improved a lot.

"You little rascal, you almost scared your big sister to death!" Han Qingru's eyes were slightly red, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, but mostly heartache. "Do you know how high your fever was? The doctor said that if you had been brought here half an hour later, your brain would have been damaged! How could you, the chairman of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, do something as crazy as riding a motorcycle across borders?"

Looking at Han Qingru's angry yet distressed expression, Jiang Ye felt a surge of unprecedented warmth in his heart.

He didn't explain, he just laughed foolishly like a child who had done something wrong.

"Laugh! You can still laugh!" Han Qingru glared at him, picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to Jiang Ye's lips.

"Open your mouth. This is congee with preserved egg and lean pork that your older sister made for you. You were unconscious for two days and two nights, and your stomach is empty. Drink some congee to fill your stomach first."

Jiang Ye obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the warm porridge.

The congee was cooked until very soft, melting in your mouth, with a subtle aroma of meat and the umami flavor of preserved egg.

This is the best bowl of porridge Jiang Ye has ever eaten in his life.

In the days that followed, Jiang Ye stayed at Han Qingru's top-tier private estate in the New Asia Rich District.

This sprawling estate boasts a golf course, private swimming pool, and even a massive artificial lake. The tranquil environment and tight security make it a secluded paradise.

Jiang Ye made a decision.

He completely severed all ties with the country.

He turned off his cell phone, which had a domestic SIM card, and threw it into a drawer. He stopped reading any domestic news, ignored all work reports from Kunlun Capital, and even refused to answer Lei Heng's calls.

He vanished from the business world of Hanju as if he had evaporated into thin air.

Han Qingru also put aside all her businesses.

She handed over all the company's affairs to a professional manager, while she devoted herself entirely to staying at the manor with Jiang Ye.

Every morning, as the sunlight just begins to bathe the lawns of the manor, Han Qingru takes Jiang Ye for a walk. The two stroll side by side along the tree-lined path, breathing in the fresh air, listening to the birdsong, and enjoying the rare tranquility.

In the afternoon, Jiang Ye would take his fishing rod and sit by the artificial lake to fish. Han Qingru would sit on a deck chair nearby, reading a book while occasionally glancing up at Jiang Ye with a gentle smile on her lips.

In the evening, Han Qingru would personally cook a sumptuous dinner for Jiang Ye. Although it was all home-style dishes, Jiang Ye ate with great relish, finding it even more palatable than the top-tier cuisine of Michelin three-star restaurants.

In this foreign manor, free from scheming, betrayal, and conflicts of interest, Jiang Ye completely shed all pretense and defenses.

He is no longer the ruthless tyrant with billions in capital, nor the down-on-his-luck man heartbroken by love.

He was just Xiao Ye, Han Qingru's most beloved younger brother.

Watching Han Qingru's busy figure in the kitchen and listening to her gentle nagging, Jiang Ye's heart, riddled with wounds, began to heal little by little, like parched land receiving rain.

He finally understood what he had been searching for, having traversed mountains and rivers and weathered storms.

It's not wealth, not power, and not even those elusive things like love.

Rather, it is a pure, unadulterated warmth and companionship.

Only his eldest sister could give him this warmth.

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