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

More than two hours later.

"Thump, thump, thump."

A very faint knock suddenly broke the silence of the room.

The sound was very soft, as if the person knocking on the door was filled with hesitation and trepidation.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly, closed his laptop, stood up, and walked to the door. He reached out and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Shen Qinghan.

She had obviously just finished showering; her long, black hair was still damp and casually draped over her rounded shoulders.

She was wearing a light pink silk nightgown, a simple design that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

Having survived that harrowing ordeal and endured the trials and tribulations of the journey, Shen Qinghan is now a completely different person from the arrogant and sarcastic woman she once was.

The arrogance she once possessed had completely vanished.

Instead, there is an indescribable gentleness and softness.

The dim corridor light shone on her, giving her an exquisite beauty that was both pitiful and unadorned.

I was actually struck by a pure, unadulterated sense of desire.

Shen Qinghan's cheeks flushed slightly, and her hands clasped together nervously. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look Jiang Ye in the eye.

"Jiang Ye... I, I just saw that there seems to be a scrape on your arm."

She spoke softly, her voice barely audible, tinged with obvious shyness.

"I brought some anti-inflammatory ointment to apply to you."

As she spoke, she slightly raised her right hand, which indeed held an unopened tube of ointment.

This was clearly an excuse, but it was also the most respectable excuse she could think of.

Jiang Ye stared at the woman in front of him, momentarily lost in thought.

He didn't speak, but simply turned slightly to make way for them.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghan breathed a slight sigh of relief, her face flushed, and slowly walked into Jiang Ye's room.

As she approached, a faint, delicate fragrance, a blend of shower gel and her body heat, instantly filled the room.

The door closed gently behind me.

The atmosphere in the room became unusually subtle and ambiguous at that moment.

"Please sit down."

Jiang Ye pointed to the chair next to the bed.

Shen Qinghan did not sit in a chair, but instead sat somewhat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

She tore open the ointment packaging and squeezed out a little white cream onto her fingertip.

"Come sit a little closer, I'll help you apply the medicine."

She looked up, her big, watery eyes filled with tenderness.

Jiang Ye hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over and sat down next to her.

The distance between the two instantly closed, so close that Jiang Ye could even feel the heat emanating from her body.

Shen Qinghan extended her warm fingers and gently touched the wound on Jiang Ye's arm.

Her movements were very light and gentle, as if she were handling a precious piece of porcelain.

The cool ointment on her fingertips mingled with the warmth of her fingers, causing Jiang Ye's body to involuntarily tense up.

Shen Qinghan lowered her head slightly, focusing intently on applying the ointment.

From Jiang Ye's perspective, he could see her long, fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Because she had just taken a shower, her skin was fair and rosy, radiating an alluring glow.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of rain pouring outside the window and the intertwined breathing of the two people.

Looking at the woman in front of him, whose eyes were full of gentleness and even a hint of flattery, Jiang Ye's heart began to pound.

The Shen Qinghan before me was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her slightly trembling eyelashes and her cherry-red lips were all incredibly alluring to him.

Jiang Ye's breathing became increasingly heavy, and his eyes gradually became intense and unfocused.

He almost broke down.

His hand had involuntarily risen, wanting to embrace that slender, delicate waist.

He wanted to pull this woman, who had once hurt him but now made his heart flutter, tightly into his arms.

Just at the last moment before reason was about to completely collapse.

Suddenly, without warning, an image flashed through Jiang Ye's mind.

Those were images of Shen Qinghan signing the divorce papers with a cold face, and of her and Gu Ziming abroad.

The humiliation, pain, and despair he felt at that moment were like steel needles piercing his heart instantly.

Immediately afterward, Xia Yu's cool yet playful face flashed through my mind as she clumsily cooked for him in the kitchen and cheered him on.

And then there's the eldest sister, Han Qingru, with her gentle yet always restrained and complex gaze.

These images were like heavy hammer blows, striking deep into Jiang Ye's soul.

He shuddered, the confusion and fervor in his eyes vanishing in an instant, replaced by clarity and coldness.

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and reached out, gently but irresistibly grasping Shen Qinghan's warm wrist.

Then, he slowly removed her hand from his arm and pushed her away from his embrace.

However, this time, he did not use vicious language to ridicule her as before, nor did he verbally abuse her.

He spoke calmly, in a gentle tone that carried an unapproachable air of detachment:

"Qinghan, don't do this."

Jiang Ye looked at her, his eyes completely unmoved.

"Go back and sleep with Xinyu early, we still have to travel tomorrow."

His voice was soft, even gentle.

Although these words did not reject her too harshly, this extreme rationality and restraint were more ruthless than any vicious curse.

Shen Qinghan froze on the spot.

She looked at her hand that had been pushed away, and then at Jiang Ye's calm, emotionless eyes.

In that instant, she felt as if something had ripped her heart out, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.

A deep sense of loss flashed in her eyes, and a layer of glistening tears quickly gathered in her eyes.

She knew very well that Jiang Ye was rejecting her in the most dignified, yet also the most cruel, way.

But she didn't become hysterical or clingy like before.

She took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

She silently stood up, straightened her slightly wrinkled silk pajamas, and then nodded politely to Jiang Ye.

"Okay, then you should get some rest too."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still tried her best to maintain her last shred of dignity.

After saying that, she turned around and quickly walked out of the room.

"Click".

The door closed gently.

The room returned to silence, with only a faint, lingering scent of her fragrance remaining in the air, a testament to her presence.

Jiang Ye did not feel relieved after rejecting Shen Qinghan.

On the contrary, he was extremely frustrated.

The pent-up anger within him was now raging wildly through his veins, with nowhere to vent it.

He scratched his head in frustration, staring at the emails on his computer screen, but couldn't concentrate on a single word.

Jiang Ye cursed under his breath and simply closed his laptop.

He grabbed a black coat and draped it over his shoulders, picked up his phone and room key, and walked straight out of the room.

He needed a cold wind to blow on him, and he needed something to numb himself.

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