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"Brother Ye, pick whichever one you like!" Lei Heng patted his chest, smiling ambiguously.

Jiang Ye leaned back on the leather sofa, his brows slightly furrowed.

Looking at the heavily made-up girls with standard fawning smiles on their faces, he felt no stirrings or impulses whatsoever. Instead, the air in the private room seemed to thicken, and an inexplicable sense of irritation and disgust welled up inside him.

Under Lei Heng's constant urging, Jiang Ye reluctantly raised his hand and randomly pointed to a girl standing in the corner who looked a little conservatively dressed and had a somewhat innocent appearance.

"Let's go with her. Come and pour the wine."

The girl beamed with joy when she heard her name called.

Guests who can sit in such a top-tier private room are all quite generous. She quickly walked over in her high heels, swaying her hips, picked up the foreign liquor on the table, poured a glass, and handed it to Jiang Ye.

After pouring the wine, the girl did not leave.

Instead, she plopped down next to Jiang Ye. She called out "Boss" sweetly, and the strong scent of her perfume hit Jiang Ye's nose.

Immediately afterwards, the girl leaned to the side, trying to use her impressive assets to press against Jiang Ye's arm, attempting to hold him.

Just as the girl's skin was about to touch Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye reacted as if he had been electrocuted. He suddenly stood up from the sofa, his movement so forceful that it even knocked over the wine glasses on the crystal coffee table in front of him.

Expensive liquor was spilled all over the floor, and the sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the private room.

The girl was startled and stood frozen in place, somewhat at a loss.

Jiang Ye stared intently at his arm.

Just now, to his horror, he discovered that he actually rejected this kind of contact from the bottom of his heart. He simply couldn't stand being touched by any woman other than Han Qingru and Xia Yu.

The feeling was like something dirty was about to get on his body, which made him feel a strong sense of nausea.

"Brother Ye? What's wrong? Not to your liking?"

Lei Heng was taken aback by Jiang Ye's sudden action and quickly stood up to ask him what was wrong.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart.

"My stomach suddenly feels uncomfortable. You guys keep having fun, I'm leaving now."

With that somewhat clumsy excuse, Jiang Ye didn't even grab his coat. He strode out of the private room as if deserting his post, escaping the suffocating place that had been troubling him.

As Jiang Ye exited the clubhouse, he refused the doorman's offer to call a taxi and did not call his own driver.

He was just like that, with his hands in his pockets, wandering aimlessly through the bustling streets of Hanzhou.

It was already late at night, but the nightlife of this metropolis was just beginning. Neon lights flashed wildly on both sides of the street, and car horns blared incessantly.

A night breeze blew by, slightly dispersing some of the lingering smells of alcohol and cosmetics from the club.

Jiang Ye's mind was in a daze.

Amidst the flickering neon lights and interplay of shadows, his vision was like a movie, with two women's faces constantly appearing alternately.

A little while later, it will be summer rain.

That aloof, stubborn face, refusing to bow to fate. He recalled all the little things they had shared, but ultimately, due to societal norms and misunderstandings, they drifted further and further apart.

A moment later, the scene changes.

She became Han Qingru again.

Under the dim streetlights of this remote town, she looked at him with a gentle and serene smile. He remembered her bending down to carefully and tenderly wash his feet; he remembered her shivering and clinging to him during a typhoon night. She was the older sister who had always silently protected and embraced him like a big tree, making him feel a deep attachment to her, and even willing to give everything for her.

Jiang Ye stopped and stood at a crossroads, looking at the crowds coming and going in front of him.

He suddenly felt pathetic.

He couldn't figure out what he really wanted right now.

Will you conquer the commercial battlefield and build your own empire? Or will you hold onto your dream of the "Cloud Wilderness" and live a peaceful life?

He had no idea what would happen in the long years to come.

When you grow old, who will be the person who truly stays by your side, the first person you see when you wake up every morning, and the one you spend your life with?

Was it Xia Yu, who caused him heartache? Or Han Qingru, who brought him peace of mind? Or perhaps another person destined for him?

This extreme emotional confusion was like two opposing ropes, pulling wildly at his heart.

It made him feel more exhausted than ever before, a kind of exhaustion that seeped into his very bones.

. . .

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ye finally made it home.

Without even changing his shoes, he collapsed wearily onto the large sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

To distract himself, he casually pulled out his phone and opened the anonymous social networking app "Soulmate".

As soon as I turned it on, the phone started vibrating wildly, with a constant "beep beep beep" notification sound, almost causing the software to freeze.

Jiang Ye was startled, thinking his phone had been infected with a virus.

When the page loaded, he took a closer look and was instantly shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

A few days ago, after returning from the airport, he impulsively posted a literary update about searching for the "Cloud Wilderness," which unexpectedly sparked a huge response and buzz on the app!

The notification in the upper right corner indicates that the number of likes has exceeded 10,000.

There are thousands of comments below, and the number keeps rising.

Jiang Ye scrolled down to read the comments section with curiosity.

"OMG, this is so beautiful! Where exactly is this place you're talking about? Please give me the location!"

"Reading this, I, a grown man in my thirties, actually shed tears on the subway. Every day I'm suffocating under the weight of mortgage and car loan payments; this kind of life—with a dog, a yard, and working from sunrise to sunset—is simply my ultimate dream!"

"Blogger, I bet you have a story to tell. I wish you find the person who will accompany you to the Cloud Wilderness soon."

It's not just about being amazed and longing.

Many strangers also shared their stories at length in the comments section, expressing their intense longing for a pure, idyllic life after being battered by life.

Looking at these comments from strangers, seeing the kindness and empathy they radiate across the screen.

Jiang Ye lay on the sofa, staring blankly at his phone screen, his heart filled with mixed emotions, unable to calm down for a long time.

. . .

As I watched the comment notifications pop up on my phone screen, they kept beeping incessantly.

Jiang Ye felt the blood vessels in his head throbbing. Instead of being comforted by the empathy of these strangers, he felt even more agitated.

He abruptly pressed the power button, turned off the phone screen, and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

After sitting on the sofa for half a minute, Jiang Ye suddenly stood up, grabbed the car keys from the coffee table, and strode out of the house.

He drove skillfully through several somewhat congested streets in downtown Hanzhou, finally stopping in a back alley.