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

Han Qingru did not turn around.

She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, then forced herself to answer in the coldest voice.

"Yes. You can leave now. And... don't come back again."

These words shattered the last glimmer of hope in Jiang Ye's heart.

Jiang Ye's heart turned completely cold.

It was as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

He shook his head with a bitter smile, a self-deprecating and desolate curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay. I'm leaving."

Jiang Ye stopped pestering him and didn't say another word.

Since this desolate heart can find no harbor to rest in this world.

Let it continue to wander.

It's better to be a homeless person until death than to beg for mercy here!

Jiang Ye turned around and strode back to the bedroom.

He didn't take anything belonging to the manor; he simply changed into the same clothes he had worn when he arrived.

That black motorcycle leather jacket, soaked in mud but then washed clean by the maid.

Those jeans with frayed edges.

And those dusty Dr. Martens boots.

When Jiang Ye reappeared in the living room carrying his helmet, Han Qingru's heart felt like it was being stabbed with a knife!

Looking at Jiang Ye's cold, expressionless face, and at his eyes that were once full of tenderness but were now as still as death, she could no longer hold back her tears.

"Ono..."

Han Qingru's voice trembled as she spoke, almost pleadingly.

"You...you shouldn't ride your motorcycle back. It's too dangerous and too tiring. Your older sister has already arranged a private jet and bodyguards to escort you..."

"No."

Jiang Ye coldly interrupted Han Qingru, his tone devoid of any warmth.

"I came on a motorcycle, so I won't leave it behind."

"It's more reliable than a person. At least, it won't abandon me halfway through the journey."

These words were like a resounding slap across Han Qingru's face.

Han Qingru's face was deathly pale, and her body swayed precariously. She could only barely avoid falling by holding onto the edge of the sofa.

Jiang Ye didn't look at Han Qingru again.

He strode out of the villa and came to the helipad.

The black Kawasaki H2R had been wiped spotless by the servants, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Jiang Ye straddled the motorcycle and put on his helmet.

"boom--!"

The engine roared deafeningly, like an enraged beast venting its anger and sorrow.

Jiang Ye looked deeply at Han Qingru, who was standing at the villa entrance, through his black goggles.

That one glance.

It contained so much disappointment, so much pain, and... utter despair.

Goodbye, eldest sister.

Goodbye, my last safe haven.

Jiang Ye suddenly twisted the accelerator.

The black motorcycle, like a bolt of lightning, tore apart the tranquility of the island, drove out of the manor without looking back, and sped towards the distant coastline.

"Ono! Ono!"

Han Qingru finally broke down.

She rushed out of the villa without thinking, chasing after the motorcycle's exhaust fumes for more than ten meters, before finally collapsing to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

She pushed away the man she loved most with her own hands.

She won with reason, but lost the whole world.

……

The journey back home was longer and more lonely than the journey there.

Jiang Ye was like an emotionless machine, tirelessly speeding along the highway.

Aside from refueling and taking a short nap by the roadside when he couldn't hold on any longer, he was almost always rushing around like crazy.

They endured wind and rain, traveling day and night.

He pushed the motorcycle to its limit, as if only in that exhilarating speed could he temporarily numb the pain in his heart.

What do you mean by a billionaire tycoon or a capitalist tyrant?

At this moment, he was just a homeless man abandoned by the world.

. . . . .

Five days later.

Jiang Ye finally crossed the border and returned to domestic territory.

In a dilapidated gas station in the southwestern border region.

Jiang Ye filled up his motorcycle with gas, bought a bottle of mineral water and a shriveled loaf of bread, and sat on the curb next to the gas station, mechanically chewing them.

His days of running around had left him looking haggard.

His chin was covered in stubble, and his eyes were empty and tired.

He took out his phone, which had been switched off for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the power button.

He didn't want to contact anyone; he just wanted to check the time.

The phone screen lights up.

Jiang Ye, as if possessed, clicked on the SKY software that he hadn't looked at in a long time.

That short video platform that recorded countless lonely nights of his life and his journey from Hanju to the border.

"Buzz—!"

As soon as I logged in, my phone suddenly emitted a piercing vibration, and then... it completely froze!

The screen froze on SKY's startup screen, and no matter how Jiang Ye pressed it, there was no response.

"What a crappy phone."

Jiang Ye frowned, preparing to force a restart.

Sudden.

The phone screen flashed suddenly, followed by a barrage of notification sounds that exploded like a bomb!

"Ding ding ding ding ding—!"

The notification sounds were so dense they formed a continuous barrage, making Jiang Ye's hands go numb.

When the phone finally recovered and the home screen loaded.

Jiang Ye was completely stunned!

99999+!

Private messages: 99999+!

Likes: 99999+!

Comments: 99999+!

The number of followers skyrocketed from a few hundred to... fifteen million!!!

"Holy crap?!"

Jiang Ye couldn't help but swear.

What the hell is going on?!

The system has a bug?!

He quickly opened his homepage.

It was only then that they discovered that the videos he posted on SKY during his disappearance had gone viral across the entire internet!

Especially the video of him speeding along the border at sunset.

And the video of him in that run-down little bar, holding a guitar, singing "A Person Like Me" with heartbreaking intensity.

Both of these videos have garnered over five million likes! And the number of shares has reached tens of millions!

Netizens were completely captivated by this mysterious man who rides a motorcycle, has melancholic eyes, and sings with a weathered voice!

"This is a real man! This is true freedom!"

"What exactly has this guy been through? Why is there so much story and hardship in his singing?"

"That's so cool! He's like a real-life lone hero!"

"Isn't this a million times better than those pretty-boy celebrities who wear makeup?!"

Countless netizens left crazy comments under the video, praising Jiang Ye as a masterpiece and the most hardcore motorcycle god on the entire internet!

What shocked Jiang Ye even more was the overwhelming flood of private messages.

He randomly clicked on a few.

"Brother Ye, I broke up with my girlfriend today. She ran off with a rich guy after five years. I felt like the sky had fallen. But after watching your videos and listening to your songs, I suddenly realized that this is nothing. Thank you, Brother Ye, you gave me the courage to stand up again."

"Brother Ye, I'm a recent college graduate, and I can't find a job in this unfamiliar city. I'm eating instant noodles every day and can't afford the rent. I feel so lost and want to give up. But when I saw you riding your motorcycle across thousands of miles, I suddenly realized that my difficulties are nothing! Brother Ye, you're my spiritual leader!"

"Brother Ye, I have severe depression, and I think about dying every day. But your videos have become my only hope each day. You must take good care of yourself, and you must keep updating!"