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

Listening to the undisguised ridicule and gossip around me.

Wang Sizhe's smugness froze instantly, replaced by a deathly pale expression!

He felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him in the dead of winter, and he shuddered all over!

He then realized that he had completely fallen into a trap!

Jiang Ye made a fool of him!

Blinded by anger and jealousy, he actually became the sucker and took over the ridiculously overpriced land for Jiang Ye!

Five billion yuan in cash flow! If this money gets tied up here, even the Wang family of Yanjing will suffer a severe blow and face a huge risk of financial collapse!

"You...you tricked me!"

Wang Sizhe's legs went weak, his finger pointing at Jiang Ye trembled violently, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Jiang Ye had absolutely no interest in giving this clown another second.

He straightened his suit jacket, and with Lei Heng by his side, strode towards the venue entrance.

As I passed by Wang Sizhe.

Jiang Ye didn't even pause, merely turning his head slightly to leave behind a chillingly sarcastic remark:

"Stop patting yourself on the back. You think you can fight me?"

"You're not even worthy to carry my shoes."

After saying that, Jiang Ye walked out the door without looking back.

Wang Sizhe was left alone, slumped helplessly into the cold chair amidst a chorus of laughter, like a lump of mud.

. . . .

The day after the auction ended, the weather in Hanju suddenly changed.

Just a few days ago, the sun was shining brightly, but in the blink of an eye, a rare and torrential rainstorm swept across the entire city.

The torrential rain pounded on the ground like a downpour, and a hazy mist shrouded the tall buildings, as if the entire city of Hanju had been submerged in a giant swamp.

Meanwhile, at the Genting Town project site in the northern suburbs of Hanju, the atmosphere was even more gloomy and oppressive than the torrential rain.

The conference room was filled with smoke.

Xia Yu rested her hands on the desk, her face, already thin from days of hard work, now deathly pale.

"President Xia! We can't delay any longer!"

The project's finance director was sweating profusely, clutching a thick stack of payment reminders in his hand.

"The material suppliers for the second phase of the project have issued an ultimatum: if they don't receive payment soon, they will cut off supplies and halt construction!"

"Furthermore, the marketing budget from the publicity department is also exhausted! Not only has the town's visitor traffic not rebounded, but because of the rumors spread by that bastard Wang Sizhe in the Beijing business district, several major travel agencies that had previously made agreements have cancelled their tours!"

"If this continues, within a month, the Blue Ocean Group's cash flow will completely dry up, and everything will grind to a halt!"

Hearing this series of bad news, Xia Yu felt her vision blur and her head buzzing.

These past few days have been like hell for her.

Although Kunlun Capital's investments have not stopped, the level of support has clearly decreased significantly.

Like a headless fly, she braved the heavy rain and ran all over Hanju to all the banks and investment institutions.

but.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down!

After learning that Kunlun Capital's attitude towards Cloudtop Town was ambiguous, the bank managers who used to call her "President Xia" so affectionately all avoided her like the plague.

There's nowhere to turn!

Truly at the end of the road!

"I understand... You guys go out first, let me think of something..."

Xia Yu slumped weakly into the boss's chair, waved her hand, and her voice was terribly hoarse.

After the executives left, Xia Yu forced himself to stand up, put on his coat, grabbed his car keys, and walked out of the project office.

She has to ask someone for help!

Even if she has to kneel and kowtow, she has to borrow some bridge financing today to plug the hole in the supplier's money!

……

As night fell, the torrential rain intensified, threatening to engulf the city.

10 PM.

Outside a high-end club in Hanju.

Xia Yu stood under the eaves, soaked to the bone. Rainwater streamed down her disheveled hair, her elegant business attire clung tightly to her body, and her lips turned purple from the cold. She shivered uncontrollably.

Just now, the coal mine owner who always fawned over her made a shameless request to her in the private room, implying that he would lend her 50 million yuan if she would sleep with him for one night.

Enraged, Xia Yu threw a cup of hot tea in the fat pig's face and stormed out.

"Beep beep—beep beep—"

Several taxis sped past in the rain, showing no intention of stopping.

Xia Yu tried to take out her phone to call a car, but found that her phone had already shut down automatically due to a dead battery.

She hasn't had a drop of water since morning, only a few cups of bitter, cold tea.

An intense hunger, accompanied by cramping stomach pain, gnawed at her like a vicious wolf.

A cold wind blew in, carrying with it a downpour.

Xia Yu felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and the world began to spin wildly.

The severe dizziness caused by low blood sugar instantly overwhelmed her body, which was already at its limit.

"thump!"

Xia Yu's legs went weak, and she fell straight into the cold, dirty muddy water like a withered leaf blown down by a strong wind.

The splashed mud instantly smeared her face. She tried to struggle to get up, but her body seemed to have been drained of its last bit of strength, and she fell into a coma.

……

It's 11:30 p.m.

A black, bulletproof Maybach S680, like a silent steel behemoth, drove smoothly through the torrential rain.

Soothing jazz music played inside the carriage, completely isolating it from the raging storm outside.

Jiang Ye, dressed in a loose, dark gray casual outfit, leaned back in a large, soft airline seat, holding a cup of warm black tea in his hand, looking languid.

Lei Heng sat in the passenger seat, checking tomorrow's itinerary.

The Maybach had just passed the intersection near an upscale clubhouse.

Sudden.

"Creak!"

The driver slammed on the brakes.

The heavy Maybach slid slightly across the flooded road before coming to a steady stop.

"What's going on?" Lei Heng asked, frowning.

"Mr. Lei, there seems to be someone lying on the side of the road ahead." The driver pointed to the curb a few meters ahead.

Lei Heng looked in the direction the driver was pointing.

The bright headlights of the Maybach illuminated the dense rain.

He could clearly see a woman in business attire lying motionless in a mud puddle, letting the torrential rain wash over her.

That is……

Lei Heng's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Boss!"

Lei Heng hurriedly turned his head, his voice filled with obvious shock and anxiety.

"It's President Xia! Xia Yu has fainted on the roadside!"

Jiang Ye paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

He slowly turned his head and, through the car window with its privacy film, his gaze fell on the slender figure lying in the mud, looking disheveled.

I only glanced at it.

Jiang Ye's eyes flickered with emotion.

However, you still can't tell much from his face.

Subsequently, the commotion was suppressed.

Jiang Ye withdrew his gaze, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip of black tea.

He parted his thin lips slightly and coldly uttered three words:

"Drive over there."

His voice was flat and devoid of warmth, yet it exuded a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.