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After saying goodbye to Grandpa Liu, the two walked back to the hotel in town to pick up their car.

A cool night breeze rustled the roadside weeds.

Han Qingru pulled her coat tighter around herself and sighed softly, "Xiao Ye, you said it's really nice here. There aren't so many worries about having to read other people's faces, and you don't have to calculate reports and profits every day. If only we could leave everything behind and live in a place like this forever, how wonderful that would be."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye stopped and turned to look at her intently.

His gaze was unwavering, and his voice was exceptionally clear in the night wind: "Sister, as long as you're willing, once this house is renovated, you can come and stay anytime you want. I'll stay with you."

However, reality is always cruel, and the ideal utopia only exists in dreams.

Han Qingru was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile and gently shook her head.

"Tomorrow, I have to fly abroad. I've already booked my ticket. There's been a problem at the overseas branch, and I need to personally chair a very important board meeting."

She sighed, her eyes filled with deep helplessness. She was, after all, the female CEO who controlled a vast business empire; she had no choice but to leave this safe haven that offered her a brief respite and return to the battlefield without gunfire.

Jiang Ye didn't say anything.

. . . . . .

The next morning, the sky was overcast and a light fog was falling.

Jiang Ye drove Han Qingru all the way to the international airport in Hanzhou City.

The two remained unusually silent throughout the journey. Soft music played in the carriage, but it couldn't mask the faint melancholy of parting that permeated the air.

Arrival at the airport terminal.

Watching Han Qingru take a suitcase out of the trunk.

At this moment, she had changed back into that well-tailored, exquisite, yet cold black business suit that exuded an aura of unapproachability, and wore those stiletto high heels, radiating an aura of power.

Jiang Ye stood there, watching her walk towards the security checkpoint, and a strong sense of loss suddenly welled up in his heart.

These two short days in the remote town, those hand-holding under the streetlights, chasing and playing by the river, that crazy and out-of-control hug, and that careful and gentle foot-washing scene.

At this moment, everything seemed to fade into a black and white film, merely a beautiful yet illusory dream he was having.

Now, the dream is over.

Han Qingru transformed back into the aloof, decisive female CEO she once was. And he, too, would remain in this steel jungle, continuing to confront his own complex and tangled situation.

As Han Qingru approached the security checkpoint, she suddenly stopped.

She turned around and looked at Jiang Ye, who was standing a few steps away.

Then, she walked back to Jiang Ye's side, reached out her hand, and, just as she had done countless times before, carefully straightened the slightly wrinkled collar of his trench coat.

"Ono, while I'm away from home, make sure you take good care of yourself. Don't stay up late all the time, and eat on time, okay?"

Her voice was soft, yet it conveyed an undisguised concern.

After saying that, she gave Jiang Ye a deep look, then turned and walked into the security checkpoint.

Watching that familiar figure gradually walk away and disappear into the crowd.

Jiang Ye felt a sudden pang of sadness, and his eyes welled up with tears. He forced himself to hold them back and just stood there for a very long time.

. . .

After leaving the airport, I drove back to the spacious but empty luxury villa in the city center.

Without that familiar figure, Jiang Ye felt empty inside, and even breathing felt a little heavy.

He leaned heavily against the sofa and pulled out his phone.

As if by some strange twist of fate, he clicked on the social networking app "Soulmate".

Looking at the blank input box, Jiang Ye's mind was filled with images from the past few days.

His fingers flew across the screen as he posted a status update.

"I've always longed for a place called the Cloud Wasteland."

"It's far from the hustle and bustle, with rolling green hills and clear streams. There's a little courtyard of my own, filled with flowers that never fade, and I'll keep a fluffy, silly dog."

"There, the sunlight stretches the eaves long. Time doesn't rush by like the traffic in the city, but rather passes slowly and gently. In the morning, there are birdsong and a gentle breeze, and in the evening, the sunset and cooking smoke complement each other."

Everything was so pure and beautiful, like a dream from which you will never wake up.

"Now, I have embarked on my journey to find this pure land. I have arrived."

"But where are you?"

After typing the last word, Jiang Ye pressed the send button.

Seeing the notification that the post had been successfully published, he took a deep breath and tossed his phone onto the sofa.

He slapped his cheeks hard, forcing himself to temporarily put away these distracting thoughts of love and affection, locking them away in the deepest part of his heart.

He strode to his study, then turned and immersed himself in the heavy data reports and the crucial business plans to come.

There is still so much to do.

. . . .

In the following days, Jiang Ye was like a wound-up machine, completely transforming into a workaholic.

Every morning, before dawn, he would already be sitting in his office chair. He wouldn't leave until late at night, when only his floor was still lit.

He used this high-intensity, even somewhat self-destructive, work style to numb himself.

He tried to fill the huge emptiness in his heart after Han Qingru left with endless reports, meetings, and documents.

As long as his mind is working at high speed, he has no time to think about those complicated and tangled romantic relationships.

However, this self-hypnosis is only effective during the day.

In the evening, after finishing a day's work, I returned to that large, somewhat desolate villa. When I closed the door, the whole world fell silent.

That unfathomable loneliness, like the rising tide, surged towards him, completely engulfing him.

Lei Heng, having been by Jiang Ye's side for so long, has a keen eye and had long noticed that Jiang Ye's condition had been off these past few days.

Although Jiang Ye was decisive and efficient at the company, his brows were never relaxed, and he was always sullen. The atmosphere around him was so low it was frightening.

Lei Heng assumed that he was under too much pressure lately due to the company's transformation and upcoming major projects, and needed to find a place to vent.

So, one Friday evening, Lei Heng took it upon himself to mysteriously drag Jiang Ye to a newly opened high-end private club in Hanzhou City.

This club operates on a strict membership system with extremely high entry requirements; only the very wealthy and powerful can gain entry.

Upon entering, the interior was brightly lit and decorated to the extreme. From the handmade carpets underfoot to the custom-made crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, everything silently exuded an air of extravagance and decadence.

Lei Heng, familiar with the place, led Jiang Ye into a super luxurious VIP room.

As soon as he sat down, Lei Heng waved his hand generously at his mother next to him: "Go, call in all the prettiest girls here, let my brother Ye pick one out!"

Less than two minutes later, the door to the private room was pushed open.

A row of more than a dozen young girls walked in and lined up in a row.

They were all dressed in black stockings, their legs long and shapely, wearing revealing, tight-fitting dresses. They had stunning figures and exquisite makeup. Each of them exuded a rich, expensive perfume scent.