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Shen Qinghan stood blankly in front of the desk, staring at the tightly closed door. As if all her strength had been drained, she slumped into the boss's chair.

An unprecedented and immense sense of loss overwhelmed Shen Qinghan like a tidal wave.

She had originally thought that Jiang Ye's departure would make her feel relieved and liberated. She could finally be with Gu Ziming openly.

But why does she feel so empty inside now, as if a piece of her heart has been forcibly ripped out?

The man who used to make her different breakfasts every morning is gone.

The man who quietly made her hangover soup and washed her feet after she got drunk at a social event has disappeared.

The man who always looked at her with gentle and tolerant eyes no matter how angry she got was completely gone.

Shen Qinghan closed her eyes in pain and covered her face with her hands.

But soon, the sense of loss was replaced by immense anxiety and worry.

Tomorrow is my grandmother Zhao Yulan's 70th birthday.

In the entire Shen family, everyone knows that Grandma's favorite grandson-in-law is Jiang Ye. Every time there's a family gathering, Grandma holds Jiang Ye's hand and showers him with concern, even making her own granddaughter stand aside.

If Jiang Ye doesn't show up tomorrow, Grandma will definitely keep asking him questions.

How will she explain the divorce to the Shen family when the time comes?

If Grandma knew that she not only forced Jiang Ye to leave with nothing and get a divorce, but also brought her first love, Gu Ziming, home, with Grandma's fierce temper and fragile heart, she would definitely be furious!

"Jiang Ye...you bastard! You're driving me to the brink of despair!"

.....

On the other side, Jiang Ye walked out of the Shen Group headquarters building.

Riding a motorcycle is very convenient.

More than half an hour later, Jiang Ye returned to Donghu Apartment.

Jiang Ye took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. He walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Jiang Ye walked over and opened the door, only to see a well-dressed, burly man standing outside.

It was Lei Heng.

"Boss!"

"Why are you here?" Jiang Ye turned to the side, gesturing for him to come in.

Lei Heng carried his things into the house and closed the door behind him. He didn't put down his things immediately, but stood in the center of the living room, his brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the small living room, the old TV cabinet, and the cheap fabric sofa.

The more Lei Heng looked, the deeper his brows furrowed.

"Boss, you...you live here?" Lei Heng turned his head, looking at Jiang Ye with a puzzled expression, his tone full of heartache and helplessness.

"What's wrong? It's fine here." Jiang Ye walked to the sofa and sat down, casually pointing to the seat opposite him. "Sit down, don't just stand there. There's no tea, only boiled water and bottled water. Help yourself."

Lei Heng placed the two gift boxes filled with top-grade bird's nest and wild ginseng on the coffee table, sighed, and plopped down on the sofa.

"Boss, I really don't understand."

Lei Heng looked at Jiang Ye and said earnestly, "You are the founder of Kunlun Capital! Kunlun currently holds tens of billions of yuan in funds, and your assets are astronomical. Why do you insist on living in such a dilapidated house?"

In Lei Heng's view, given Jiang Ye's status and position, even if he didn't live in a manor covering several thousand square meters, he should at least live in a top-floor duplex like Hanzhou Bay No. 1 to be worthy of him.

This Donghu Apartment doesn't even have a decent property management company. There are even little guys with drain cleaning stickers in the hallways. Is this the kind of place a billionaire should live in?

"Is it broken? I don't think so."

Jiang Ye leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling, and said calmly, "A house isn't necessarily better the bigger it is, nor is it necessarily better the more expensive it is. The key is whether you're comfortable living in it."

"But this place has no security and the environment is terrible..." Lei Heng wanted to persuade him again.

"Lei Zi, you've never been married, you don't understand."

Jiang Ye interrupted him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "I lived in the Shen family's big villa for seven years. That house was big enough, wasn't it? Three floors, with a garden and a swimming pool, and several nannies and gardeners."

"But so what?"

Jiang Ye chuckled self-deprecatingly: "There's no human warmth in that house. Every day when I come home, all I'm faced are cold, hard walls and the cold faces of the Shen family. That's not a home; it's an icebox, a cage."

Lei Heng fell silent.

Although he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he knew what kind of life the boss had led in the Shen family for the past seven years. To repay the kindness shown to him back then, the boss had forcibly suppressed all his sharp edges and willingly become a despised son-in-law.

"What's the point of living in such a big house by yourself? It's so empty, you can hear your own voice echoing in it, it's creepy."

Jiang Ye sat up straight and pointed out the window: "Look here, although it's a bit small and old, you can hear the old ladies arguing downstairs and smell the cooking fumes from next door as soon as you open the window. What do you call that? That's called the warmth of home, that's called human warmth."

"A house needs a sense of life to feel comfortable and at ease. That's what I've lacked most in the past seven years."

After hearing Jiang Ye's words, Lei Heng sighed helplessly.

He knew his boss's temper; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

"Alright, since you're comfortable here, boss, I won't try to persuade you otherwise."

Lei Heng conceded, but couldn't help adding, "However, boss, I still need to arrange a better place for you. I have a newly renovated Chinese-style courtyard house in Yunlong Mountain. It's a quiet place with top-notch security. I'll have someone send you the key later. You can go there anytime you want to change your surroundings."

"Whatever you want." Jiang Ye knew that Lei Heng meant well, so he didn't refuse outright.

After discussing personal matters, Lei Heng's expression gradually became serious, and he entered work mode.

As he spoke, Lei Heng took out a tablet computer from his briefcase, opened an encrypted file, and handed it to Jiang Ye.

"Boss, take a look at this. This is a large-scale integrated project that was recently planned in the Handong New Area. The official name is 'Cloud Top Town'."

Jiang Ye took the tablet and started looking at it.

The screen displays an extremely detailed business plan and land analysis report.

Lei Heng reported from the side: "This 'Cloud Top Town' project is located in the heart of the Handong New Area. The official plan is very ambitious, including not only high-end residential areas, but also a large commercial center, a five-star hotel, and a vast high-tech industrial incubation park."

"Currently, the Hanzhou government has officially announced its intention to tender the project. Because the land area is too large and the capital requirements are extremely high, several large local developers in Hanzhou, including Blue Ocean Real Estate and Hengtai Group, as well as several out-of-town developers, are secretly competing and intend to win the project."

Upon hearing the words "Blue Ocean Real Estate," Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.

Isn't this Xia Yu's company?

It seems that the suggestion I casually gave Xia Yu this morning actually came true by accident. If Xia Yu really listens to him and gives up the plot in the old city and turns her attention to the Handong New Area instead, then Blue Ocean Real Estate will inevitably be drawn into the battle for "Cloud Top Town".