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

"Jiang...Jiang Ye...what...what are you doing?!"

Shen Qinghan was struck dumb, her voice cracking with shock.

That soup was made after she suffered several blisters from the heat!

He actually used it to feed his dog?!

After pouring out the soup, Jiang Ye casually tossed the empty insulated container into the nearby trash can as if it were garbage.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and slowly wiped his hands.

Then, he turned around and looked down at Shen Qinghan, who was trembling all over, with an expression as if she were an idiot.

A chilling, extremely sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Qinghan, have you been watching too many Qiong Yao dramas? Is your brain filled with nothing but dregs?"

Jiang Ye's voice was chillingly cold in the rainy night.

"Are you trying to play the emotional card with me by bringing up the hardships of the past?"

"How dare you bring up the past?"

"When I left all the meat for you, what were you thinking? You complained that the ribs were overcooked and that I smelled poor!"

Jiang Ye pointed at the black tiger that was wagging its tail wildly, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"Shen Qinghan, open your eyes and look carefully."

"The dog ate my food and even wagged its tail at me, showing it knows who its owner is."

"And what about you?"

"You ate my flesh, drank my blood, and then turned around and bit me without hesitation, running off with another man!"

Jiang Ye took a step closer, his powerful aura making it difficult for Shen Qinghan to even breathe.

"If I feed this soup to the dog, the dog can even guard the house for me."

"Feed you? I'm afraid you'll get my bowl dirty."

Murder and kill!

The ultimate humiliation!

These words were like hundreds of resounding slaps, relentlessly striking Shen Qinghan's face!

Tear her pitiful scheming and feigned affection to shreds!

Shen Qinghan's face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the muddy ground covered in puddles.

She stared blankly at the black dog that was eating with relish, feeling as if her dignity had been utterly crushed into a pile of mud.

Jiang Ye didn't even bother to look at her.

"Get lost. If you ever dare to show your face within 500 meters of my villa again, I'll unleash my dogs on you."

Jiang Ye coldly uttered these words, then turned and strode into the villa.

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door slammed shut, completely cutting off the wind and rain outside and the desperate woman.

……

Back in the spacious, bright, and warm villa.

Jiang Ye took off his rain-soaked coat and went straight into the luxurious bathroom.

Standing under the showerhead, the scalding hot water washed over his powerful muscles, washing away the last trace of fatigue.

After taking a shower, Jiang Ye changed into a black silk bathrobe and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sipped it while gazing out at the dark night sky.

Just then.

The personal cell phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up and made a "ding" sound.

It's a WeChat message notification sound.

Jiang Ye walked over and picked up his phone to unlock it.

On the screen was a contact person who was incredibly familiar, yet evoked complex emotions in him.

Eldest sister. Han Qingru.

Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Let's calculate the time difference.

In the European country where Han Qingru is currently located, it should be around two or three in the morning, the quietest time of day and also the time when people are most likely to feel lonely.

Jiang Ye opened WeChat.

On the screen, there was only a single line of text.

Ono, how have you been lately? Are you settling in alright?

Look at this line of text.

Jiang Ye's mind was instantly filled with the image of that typhoon night on that tropical private island.

A violent storm raged outside.

In the pitch-black room, the two embraced tightly.

Han Qingru's soft, delicate body trembling with fear, her hair carrying a faint fragrance, and her passionate responses that could melt one's soul...

Everything felt like it happened yesterday, so vivid it made my fingertips burn.

but.

Then, the scene changes.

Han Qingru's resolute and indifferent gaze, her cruel words, "Last night was a mistake," and "Go, go find Xia Yu."

Like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice, it instantly extinguished the flame that had just ignited in Jiang Ye's heart.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, picked up his glass, and drank the remaining whiskey in one gulp.

The pungent alcohol flowed down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the suffocating frustration in his heart.

He sat on the sofa, his hands flying across the keyboard.

I'm doing well, eating well and sleeping soundly, and the company has made a lot of money. My older sister, please take care of yourself abroad and get some rest.

After typing the words.

Jiang Ye stared at the screen for a while.

These few words, polite and distant, seemingly without fault, somehow stretched the distance between the two people infinitely.

He hovered his thumb over the "send" button, hesitating for a full half minute.

Finally, he gave a self-deprecating laugh and pressed send hard.

"bite."

The message has been sent.

Jiang Ye threw his phone on the sofa and leaned back.

He waited for ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.

The phone screen never lit up again.

Han Qingru did not reply.

It was as if that text message of greeting was just a typo she made while she was having trouble sleeping in the middle of the night.

Jiang Ye stared at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his eyes gradually becoming empty and cold.

It's hilarious.

In one night, he had interactions with three women in a row.

Xia Yu, an aloof and cold-hearted CEO who treats him like a fool for his own profit.

Shen Qinghan, a scumbag ex-wife who despises the poor and loves the rich, is now pretending to be pitiful and playing the victim.

There's also the saintly older sister, Han Qingru, who, despite the fact that the two of them had already crossed the final line, ruthlessly pushed him away with the words "for your own good"!

What the hell is this?!

Jiang Ye, with hundreds of billions in capital, can shake the entire Hanzhou with a stomp of his foot!

Why should I let these women upset me?!

"To hell with love!"

Jiang Ye suddenly sat up, picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table, and took a big gulp straight down his throat.

As the strong liquor went down his throat, Jiang Ye's eyes turned completely cold and hard, like an unyielding, icy pool.

In this dog-eat-dog world.

Making money, building a career, and crushing all competitors—that's the real thrill!

As for love?

They're fucking dead!

Even if he were buried in the ground and rotted into mud, Jiang Ye would never dig him up again to take a look!

Jiang Ye casually tossed the empty wine bottle onto the carpet.

He stood up and strode into the bedroom.

"Bang!"

Close the door.

sleep!

……