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

After a heated argument, Jiang Ye slammed the door and left.

The office door slammed shut with a thud.

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Back at the villa, the house was empty and lifeless. Jiang Ye irritably threw himself into the large leather sofa, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

A bluish-white smoke curled up in the living room. Jiang Ye squinted and took a deep drag.

After calming down.

The scene of arguing in the office that day kept replaying in my mind.

Xia Yu's eyes were red and swollen.

And the deep weariness and dark circles under her eyes.

Jiang Ye let out a long sigh.

Yes.

It's easy for me to talk when I'm not the one suffering.

With hundreds of billions in funds at his disposal, Kunlun Capital's foundation is unimaginably strong. Projects worth billions might just be an experiment in his eyes to realize his dream of "Cloud Wilderness".

If we lose money, so be it; we can always make up for it in other projects.

But Xia Yu is not an option.

The Blue Ocean Group is the only lifeline left by her father and brother!

That was the foundation she was determined to protect, even at the cost of her life. In this critical moment of economic downturn and banks withdrawing loans, every step she took was fraught with danger. The livelihoods of thousands of employees rested entirely on her shoulders.

She can't afford to lose.

They dared not risk the fate of the entire group to pay for his vague and unrealistic sentiments.

"Oh shit."

Jiang Ye cursed under his breath and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Why should a grown man like me argue with a woman who is under so much pressure?

Having figured this out, Jiang Ye stood up, grabbed his car keys, and strode out of the apartment.

Half an hour later, the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class came to a smooth stop in the underground parking garage of the Blue Ocean Group headquarters.

Jiang Ye, familiar with the route, took the president's private elevator to the top floor once again.

The corridor was quiet. When the secretary saw him coming, she was about to greet him, but Jiang Ye waved his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

He gently pushed open the heavy mahogany door to the president's office.

The office was dimly lit, and the blinds were half-drawn.

Jiang Ye walked in quietly.

Behind the large mahogany desk, Xia Yu wasn't looking at those headache-inducing reports.

Exhausted, she slumped onto the table and fell asleep.

Jiang Ye walked to the table and quietly looked at her.

Even in his sleep, Xia Yu's brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was still worrying about funding and project progress in his dream.

She usually maintains a cold and aloof demeanor, exuding an unapproachable strength. But now, without that facade, her delicate face reveals a vulnerability that tugs at the heartstrings.

Jiang Ye's heart melted instantly.

He took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over Xia Yu's thin shoulders.

It seemed that they felt the warmth.

Xia Yu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

As the blurry vision cleared, Jiang Ye's deep yet gentle face came into view.

"You...you're back again?"

Xia Yu sat up abruptly, her coat slipping off. She rubbed her eyes in a flustered manner, her voice hoarse from just waking up.

Jiang Ye bent down to pick up the coat, put it back on her, and then sat down in the chair opposite her.

"Let's see if you, this workaholic, are still holding on."

Jiang Ye's voice was gentle, without the previous aggressive tone.

He looked into Xia Yu's eyes and said earnestly:

"Xia Yu, I was too impulsive."

"I've thought about it carefully. You are the person in charge of this project. The commercial pressures can't be solved with just a few words of sentiment."

Jiang Ye picked up the Livehouse business plan from the table.

"I withdraw this proposal."

"All business decisions are yours to make. What international chain brands do you need to bring in? How do you reassure investors? Go ahead and do it. Kunlun Capital will fully support you with its funding."

Hearing Jiang Ye's words of tolerance and concession...

Xia Yu was stunned.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she bit her lower lip hard to keep the tears from falling.

She knew all too well Jiang Ye's inherent arrogance and his obsession with the "Cloud Wilderness." For such a proud man to willingly bow his head and compromise meant that he truly valued her more than the project itself.

"Jiang Ye..." Xia Yu's voice choked with emotion, her heart filled with gratitude and guilt.

Jiang Ye smiled, stood up, and ruffled her hair.

"Alright, stop crying. A dignified female CEO of Blue Ocean doesn't look good with a tear-stained face. You keep going, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

. . . .

Leave the Blue Ocean Building.

Jiang Ye drove directly to the back alley in the old town.

Push open the dilapidated wooden door of the Livehouse.

Zhao Changjiang was sitting at the bar, sighing at a pile of old and broken audio equipment.

Seeing Jiang Ye enter, Zhao Changjiang gave a wry smile: "Yezi, are you here to laugh at me? I really can't keep this shop going."

Jiang Ye didn't waste any words. He walked over and took out a black bank card, slapping it on the bar counter.

"There's three million in the card. The PIN is six eights."

Zhao Changjiang stared blankly at the card on the table, then jumped up, exclaiming, "Yezi, what are you doing? I may be poor, but I can't just take this money for nothing!"

"Who said it was given to you for free?"

Jiang Ye patted him on the shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"This is an advance payment. I'm still coordinating the venue issue. Take this money, settle the musicians' wages, and upgrade the equipment. Hang in there for me a little longer, and whatever you do, don't disband the band!"

Zhao Changjiang's eyes were red, and his hands trembled as he picked up the card, too moved to know what to say.

"Yezi... this favor is too much! But, there are so many bars in Hanju, why do you insist on protecting my run-down shop that's about to go bankrupt?"

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment.

He couldn't explain why either.

But I had a strong intuition in my heart.

He looked at the dusty, broken guitar on the stage and said slowly, "I can't quite explain it. But I always feel that the music in your bar has a unique power. The kind of power that can calm the soul in a noisy city."

"This force cannot be allowed to dissipate like this."

Jiang Ye left these words behind, turned around, and walked out of the bar.

. . . .

Although he made a compromise in front of Xia Yu.

But Jiang Ye knew in his heart that behind this concession, the fundamental difference between the two regarding business philosophy still left a small, hard-to-heal rift in their hearts.

He sought a pure haven for the soul.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, must struggle and struggle in the quagmire of capital to pursue the ultimate return on investment.

These cracks may not be visible under normal circumstances, but at some crucial juncture in the future, no one can say for sure whether they will erupt again.

. . . . .