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

half a month later.

Shen Qinghan's injuries have basically stabilized, and she is recovering quickly.

Apart from a faint scar on his forehead, the abrasions on his legs have scabbed over and fallen off, and he can basically walk normally now.

After the doctor's examination, he announced that she could be discharged from the hospital.

After completing the discharge procedures, Jiang Ye decided to end this desert journey and return to Hanju.

Lei Heng called to say that he had arranged a private plane to pick them up at any time.

But Jiang Ye refused.

"No need to send a plane. I'll ride my motorcycle back," Jiang Ye said casually on the phone.

His BMW GS wasn't seriously damaged in the accident, and after the team's mechanics worked on it, it has been fully restored to its original condition.

He needed this long road ride to completely clear his mind.

Moreover, if you ride a motorcycle out, you must bring the motorcycle back with you when you return.

This is his principle.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye picked up his helmet and walked to the hospital entrance.

Shen Qinghan, holding Shen Xinyu's hand, was standing next to the SUV covered in mud and sand.

"I'll ride my bike. You guys take a taxi to the airport yourselves. Lei Heng has already booked the tickets," Jiang Ye said to Shen Qinghan in a calm tone.

Shen Qinghan bit her lip and shook her head.

"I don't fly."

She looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes revealing a stubbornness.

"I drove here with my daughter, and I will drive back with my daughter."

Jiang Ye frowned.

"It's over 2,000 kilometers from here to Hanju. You've just recovered from your injury, so you can't drive long distances."

"I can drive," Shen Qinghan said without backing down. "I'll drive slowly, no rush."

Jiang Ye felt a surge of anger rising within him as he looked at her stubborn expression.

"Shen Qinghan, are you determined to go against me? What if something happens to you on the road with Xinyu?"

Shen Qinghan's eyes were red, and her voice carried a hint of humble pleading.

"Jiang Ye, I won't cause you any trouble."

"If you dislike me, I'll follow you from a distance and I definitely won't bother you."

"I just... want to get to Hanju safely with you."

Looking at Shen Qinghan's humble and insignificant appearance.

Looking at the scar on her forehead, left from saving him.

Jiang Ye fell silent.

He tightened his grip on the helmet, but ultimately said nothing, which was taken as tacit consent.

. . .

After some preparation and tidying up.

After taking care of Shen Qinghan's car, including servicing the BMW GS, they also had it serviced.

Jiang Ye turned around, mounted his BMW GS, and put on his helmet.

"boom--!"

With a deep roar from the engine, Jiang Ye twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sped out of the hospital gate.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghan quickly pulled Shen Xinyu into the SUV, started the engine, and followed at a distance.

The long journey home begins here.

Along the way, Jiang Ye sped ahead against the wind, his black motorcycle like a bolt of lightning cutting across the straight highway.

Shen Qinghan drove his SUV, maintaining a distance of several hundred meters, and followed closely behind.

She dared not get too close, for fear of upsetting Jiang Ye; nor did she dare to stray too far, for fear of losing him.

And so, the two cars, one in front of the other, maintained an eerie yet tacit distance.

The highways in Northwest China are both magnificent and desolate.

During the day, they traversed the boundless Gobi Desert, watching the distant snow-capped mountains shimmer in the sunlight.

In the evening, they would stop to rest at roadside service areas or motels.

At these times, Shen Xinyu becomes the only link between the two.

The car had just come to a complete stop.

Shen Xinyu would carry a thermos and run towards Jiang Ye with her short legs.

"Dad! Drink some water!"

The little girl handed the water bottle to Jiang Ye, tilted her rosy cheeks up, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Daddy, you must be tired from riding your bike!"

Looking into her daughter's clear and innocent big eyes.

Jiang Ye's heart melted instantly.

He took off his helmet, took the water bottle and took a big gulp, then squatted down and gently rubbed his stubble-covered chin against his daughter's cheek.

"Dad isn't tired. Is Xinyu tired from the car ride?"

"I'm not tired! Mom told me a story!" Shen Xinyu giggled.

Compared to Shen Xinyu who smashed her head with an ashtray in the Shen family villa before...

The well-behaved and sensible little girl in front of me has undergone a complete transformation.

Jiang Ye raised his head, his gaze passing over his daughter's head and looking at the SUV not far away.

Shen Qinghan was standing at the back of the car, opening the trunk and busily preparing dry food and dinner.

She was wearing simple sportswear, her hair casually tied back, and she deftly cut fruit and made instant noodles.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her silhouette, casting a soft golden halo over her.

No designer bags, no exquisite makeup.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan looks like an ordinary, virtuous wife and mother.

Looking at his daughter's innocent smile and Shen Qinghan's busy figure, Jiang Ye leaned against the motorcycle. The tension that had been building up for so long unconsciously eased a bit at that moment.

On a highway in the far northwest, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the wilderness where there was no financial calculation or family pressure, he actually felt for the first time a long-lost warmth and peace that belonged to "a family of three".

This feeling is both strange and unfamiliar.

It was like a long-parched desert suddenly receiving a light rain.

While it wasn't enough to revive everything, it at least brought a glimmer of life.

. . . .

It was evening.

It started to rain.

Outside the car window, the rain was pouring down.

Large raindrops pounded against the windshield with a dull thud. The wipers were on their highest setting, but they could barely clear a brief patch of clear vision.

Jiang Ye was riding a motorcycle, and although he had a waterproof riding suit, it was still quite difficult to ride.

"The rain is really heavy, why don't we find a place to rest for the night?"

During the break, Shen Qinghan suggested softly, her voice carrying a hint of undisguised weariness.

Jiang Ye glanced at the time; in such terrible weather, continuing to travel on the national highway was indeed very dangerous.

"Okay, there seems to be a town ahead. Let's go see if there's a place to stay."

Jiang Ye nodded and rode his motorcycle to the town first.

They were quite lucky; they soon spotted a fairly large hotel next to the national highway that looked clean and tidy.

They parked their cars separately and quickly led Shen Qinghan and Xinyu into the hotel lobby.

After booking two rooms that were not far apart, the three of them went back to their rooms to settle in.

Jiang Ye's room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Jiang Ye put his luggage away and went straight into the bathroom.

Warm water sprayed down from the showerhead, washing away his fatigue and travel-worn clothes. He closed his eyes, letting the hot water wash over his face, but his mind was racing through a series of recent events.

After taking a shower, Jiang Ye was only wearing a pair of loose gray athletic shorts and a white cotton vest.

He roughly dried his wet hair with a towel, then walked to the table and opened his laptop.

As the head of Kunlun Capital, he needs to handle important matters regularly, even while traveling.

. . . .