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After half an hour.

Jiang Ye drove his familiar Mercedes-Benz S-Class into the underground parking garage of the Shen Group headquarters and parked steadily in the president's reserved parking space.

He removed the car keys, took the vehicle registration and gas card from the car, and took the president's private elevator all the way to the president's office on the top floor.

Along the way, many employees of the Shen Group cast strange glances at Jiang Ye.

Although Jiang Ye was nominally just a driver, everyone in the company knew that he was Shen Qinghan's nominal husband and a spineless gigolo. While everyone addressed him politely as "Brother Jiang" on the surface, they often mocked him behind his back.

Jiang Ye ignored the stares and walked straight to the door of the president's office. Without even knocking, he pushed the door open and went inside.

In the office, Shen Qinghan was sitting behind his desk, looking at a document with a livid expression.

Seeing Jiang Ye enter, Shen Qinghan snorted coldly, put down the documents in her hand, crossed her arms, and looked at him coldly.

"What? Now you know to come here? Let me tell you, you've ruined my meeting! Your entire bonus for this month will be deducted!" Shen Qinghan maintained his condescending attitude, trying to control Jiang Ye by deducting his pay.

Jiang Ye didn't say anything, but walked to the desk and placed the Mercedes car keys, vehicle registration, gas card, and a resignation agreement that had just been printed at the print shop downstairs in front of Shen Qinghan.

"What does this mean?" Shen Qinghan looked at the things on the table, his brows furrowed.

"Literal meaning."

Jiang Ye pointed to the resignation agreement, his tone as calm as if he were speaking to a stranger: "The car keys and relevant documents are all here, intact. This is the resignation agreement, which I have already signed. Please have Mr. Shen sign it and affix the company seal, and then we'll be even."

Shen Qinghan's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the resignation agreement written in black and white.

She stood up abruptly, placed her hands on the desk, and stared intently into Jiang Ye's eyes, trying to find a trace of pretense or retreat in his gaze.

But she was disappointed.

Jiang Ye's eyes were clear and calm, like a stagnant pool, no longer showing the careful flattery and deep affection he used to have when looking at her.

Shen Qinghan panicked completely.

She finally realized that Jiang Ye wasn't playing hard to get, nor was he acting out of spite; he really wanted to leave, to completely leave her world.

An unprecedented sense of loss of control welled up in Shen Qinghan's heart, making her feel inexplicably irritable and angry.

"Jiang Ye, don't push your luck!"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth and threatened sharply, "Do you think the Shen Group is a place you can come and go as you please? I'm warning you, if you dare to walk out of this door today, even if you kneel on the ground and beg me, you can forget about ever stepping into the Shen Group again! And you'll never be able to work as a driver again!"

Faced with Shen Qinghan's threat, Jiang Ye suddenly laughed.

That smile was filled with relief and mockery.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Shen."

Jiang Ye pointed to the resignation agreement with his finger: "But don't worry, I will never set foot in the Shen Group again in my life. Hurry up and sign it, everyone's pretty busy."

"you!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Jiang Ye's nose and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Oh, right."

Jiang Ye seemed to remember something and added, "I don't want last month's salary, or the money I earned for these few days this month. Consider it money for buying supplements for President Shen. After all, you and Gu Ziming have been working quite hard."

Upon hearing the name "Gu Ziming," Shen Qinghan instantly flew into a rage.

"Jiang Ye! Stop being so sarcastic!"

Shen Qinghan grabbed the pen on the table, signed her name on the resignation agreement in a flamboyant manner, and then forcefully threw the agreement at Jiang Ye.

"Get out! Get out of here! I want to see what kind of dog you can become without me, without the Shen family, you good-for-nothing!"

"You're even giving up your job? What are your plans now? Are you going to beg on the streets?!"

Jiang Ye reached out and caught the falling resignation agreement, carefully examined the signature on it, folded it up with satisfaction, and put it in his pocket.

"I'd rather not beg for food," Jiang Ye said calmly, looking at the exasperated Shen Qinghan. "I'm planning a motorcycle trip."

"Motorcycle touring?"

Shen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then let out a disdainful sneer as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Jiang Ye, have you lost your mind? You're thirty years old, and you're still thinking about those unrealistic things all day long! Do you think you're some energetic young man in your early twenties?"

"You're just a good-for-nothing slacker! What's so great about riding a beat-up motorcycle? Exposed to the wind and sun, can it feed you? Can it bring you social status? Can't you be more mature and find a decent job to support yourself?"

Hearing these familiar, derogatory, and suppressive words, Jiang Ye no longer felt the same frustration and pain he used to feel.

He just found it ridiculous.

"Shen Qinghan".

Jiang Ye interrupted her rambling, his eyes turning icy cold. His voice, though not loud, was firm and resolute: "We're already divorced, okay?"

Shen Qinghan's voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed her by the neck.

"I'm single now, I'm a free person. I can do whatever I want. Even if I go out on the street to beg, it's none of your business."

"So, stop with that condescending, lecturing attitude. My affairs are none of your concern."

After saying that, Jiang Ye turned around without hesitation and strode towards the office door.

Watching Jiang Ye's resolute back, Shen Qinghan's heart suddenly clenched.

Only at this moment did she truly feel that the man who had once obeyed her every command seemed to be disappearing completely from her life.

"Stop right there!"

Just as Jiang Ye's hand was about to touch the doorknob, Shen Qinghan suddenly called out to him.

Jiang Ye stopped in his tracks without turning around: "Is there anything else?"

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, her expression shifting unpredictably, but she finally steeled herself and said, "Tomorrow... go back to the Shen family villa tomorrow."

"What are we going back for? To take my remaining few tattered clothes? No need, just throw them all away," Jiang Ye said indifferently.

"It's not about the clothes!"

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of pleading and embarrassment: "Tomorrow... is Grandma's seventieth birthday. We're having a family banquet at the villa, and all our relatives and friends will be there."

Old Mrs. Shen, Zhao Yulan.

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

If there was one person in the entire Shen family who brought Jiang Ye a sense of warmth, it was Old Madam Shen, Zhao Yulan.

For the past seven years, the entire Shen family has treated Jiang Ye like a servant, except for Zhao Yulan, who treats him like her own grandson and protects him in every way.

However, one thing is one thing.

He has already divorced Shen Qinghan, so what's the point of him attending the birthday banquet as his granddaughter's husband?

"I'm not going."

Jiang Ye refused without hesitation: "President Shen, are you mistaken? We're already divorced. Tomorrow, you should bring your Bai Yue to Gu Zimo's birthday party! You're family now, isn't it perfectly legitimate for him to go and wish the old lady a happy birthday?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Shen Qinghan panicked, her face flushed red, and her voice was filled with obvious panic: "I...I haven't told my family about our divorce yet!"

That's your problem.

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at her coldly: "If you dared to bring Gu Ziming home to spend the night behind the old lady's back, you should have the guts to tell her that you've dumped me. What? Now you're afraid of upsetting the old lady, so you want to drag me back to act as a shield?"

"Jiang Ye, don't go too far!"

Shen Qinghan, stung by this, retorted angrily, "Grandma is so good to you, she treats you like her own grandson! She's not feeling well right now, and the doctor said she can't be stressed. Even if you're just doing this for Grandma's sake, can't you at least cooperate with me in putting on a show tomorrow? Once Grandma's feeling better, I'll naturally find a chance to be honest with her!"

"acting?"

Jiang Ye sneered: "Sorry, my appearance fee is very expensive, you can't afford it."

He's now Xia Yu's "exclusive actor," hired for 20,000 yuan a month. How could he possibly have time to give his ex-wife a free cameo?

"you……"

"Shen Qinghan, you have to clean up your own mess. Don't expect others to bail you out for everything."

Jiang Ye left with these merciless words, turned the doorknob, and strode out.

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood office door slammed shut behind Jiang Ye with a dull thud.

The entire CEO's office fell into a deathly silence.