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

After half an hour.

A black BMW GS and an SUV were parked one after the other outside the gate of a high-end residential complex in downtown Hanzhou.

Lei Heng had already arranged for a property manager in a suit to wait at the door.

The property manager respectfully led Jiang Ye and his daughter Shen Qinghan into a private elevator that required a card to activate, and they arrived directly at the door of a large penthouse on the sixteenth floor.

Push open the door and enter the password.

The room was spacious and bright, covering more than 200 square meters.

The entire house is decorated in the highest quality luxury, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the bustling cityscape of Seoul at night. It features genuine leather sofas, a massive LCD TV, and a full suite of smart home devices.

There's even a white grand piano in the sunroom.

Wow! What a beautiful house!

As soon as Shen Xinyu entered the door, she cheered excitedly.

The little girl took off her shoes, put on white socks, and ran happily on the smooth solid wood floor. She touched the soft fabric cushion one moment and leaned against the French window to look at the cars outside the next, her face once again blooming with the innocent smile that belonged to her age.

Seeing her daughter so happy, Shen Qinghan's eyes instantly reddened.

I experienced the loss of my family and loved ones during this period, the fear of being chased by loan sharks, and the hunger and cold in that dilapidated rented room.

Shen Qinghan had long been battered and bruised by life.

Where is even a trace of that picky and arrogant air she once had?

For her, having a safe, clean place to shelter from the wind and rain, where she wouldn't have to worry about someone banging on her door in the middle of the night, would be an immense blessing.

Now, it's actually quite easy to be satisfied.

Not to mention, this 200-square-meter single-level apartment is already quite a nice house.

"Eno..."

Shen Qinghan turned her head and looked at Jiang Ye, who was standing in the entrance hall with his hands in his pockets and his expression still indifferent.

Her voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

"If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do with Xinyu."

Shen Qinghan lowered her head slightly, her hands nervously twisting together, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.

"You're welcome."

Jiang Ye looked at her expressionlessly, his tone indifferent.

"I did all this simply for my daughter."

"She is my flesh and blood, Jiang Ye's flesh and blood. I can't let her suffer in that stinking, ditch-like urban village."

"The property rights of this house are still under Kunlun Capital's name, and you and your daughter can continue to live here. I will have someone transfer the monthly water, electricity, and property management fees to your card on time."

Jiang Ye paused, a hint of detachment in his eyes.

The aloofness in that tone shattered the slight warmth that had just arisen in Shen Qinghan's heart.

Her eyes reddened, but she restrained herself and didn't let the tears fall.

"It's getting late, you must be hungry after traveling all this way..."

Shen Qinghan hastily wiped away her tears, trying to find an excuse to keep Jiang Ye here.

"I...I'll go to the kitchen to see if there are any ingredients. I'll cook you something. Why don't you stay and have something hot before you leave?"

Her tone was filled with humble pleading, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Ye with longing.

"No."

Jiang Ye refused without even thinking.

"I still have a lot of things to deal with at the company. You guys should get some rest."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't look at Shen Qinghan again, but greeted Shen Xinyu, who was still running around in the living room. He then turned around and opened the door.

Then he left.

. . .

Outside the door, Jiang Ye's footsteps faded into the distance.

Inside the door, Shen Qinghan slumped on the shoe-changing stool in the entryway, covering her face with her hands, her emotions a jumble.

This man, though he's getting closer, still feels so distant.

。 、 。 。 。

After leaving the large apartment.

Jiang Ye rode his motorcycle back to his apartment in Donghu, enjoying the cool autumn breeze of the night.

After taking a hot shower and changing into a comfortable cotton pajama set, Jiang Ye sprawled out on the large, soft sofa in a starfish position.

The days of travel and the extreme challenges of rally racing had left his body exhausted.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept soundly for ages.

Jiang Ye didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day, to the sound of his stomach protesting its hunger.

After a good night's sleep, I felt refreshed and invigorated, as if I had been reborn.

He walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of ice water, unscrewed it, and took a big gulp.

Then, he picked up his phone from the coffee table and opened WeChat.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ye dialed the overseas voice call.

The phone was answered after ringing twice.

"Hey, Ono?"

On the other end of the phone came the familiar, gentle voice of the eldest sister, Han Qingru, which carried an undisguised concern.

"Sister Ru, I'm going back to Hanzhou."

Jiang Ye leaned back on the sofa, a relaxed smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

"Everything is fine, all intact, not even a scratch. I just wanted to call and let you know I'm safe."

Hearing Jiang Ye's powerful voice, Han Qingru, who was far away overseas, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You brat! You actually know how to call me now!"

After Han Qingru's previously anxious heart was put at ease, she was immediately subjected to a barrage of harsh criticism.

"Do you know how I've survived the past two weeks?!"

"I watch the Dakar Rally live every day, not daring to blink! When I see a car overturn or an accident, my heart almost jumps out of my throat!"

"You're a big boss managing hundreds of billions in capital, why would you go and risk your life in that godforsaken place where there's no proper road and the yellow sand is everywhere!"

"You're such a troublemaker! What are you going to do if anything happens to you?!"

Han Qingru kept cursing on the phone, her tone full of resentment and lingering fear.

Hearing that familiar nagging voice.

Jiang Ye didn't find it annoying at all; on the contrary, he felt a warm glow in his heart.

In this world, to have someone care about you so unconditionally and worry about you so much—that feeling is truly wonderful.

"Oh, ma'am, I'm perfectly fine. Besides, I'm a seasoned driver with exceptional skills; a little sand won't stop me!"

Jiang Ye deliberately chuckled as he retorted, then changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat teasing.

"But then again..."

"In the desert this time, the special type of gear shaft in my car's engine broke. I was even ready to sign the withdrawal application form."

Jiang Ye drew out the last syllable, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

"And guess what happened?"

Suddenly, a heavy transport helicopter flew in from the sky and airdropped the custom-made parts right in front of my camp!

"Oh dear, I still don't understand which powerful and influential person could afford to charter a helicopter all the way to the desert to deliver a package?"

On the other end of the phone.

Han Qingru was amused by Jiang Ye's sarcastic and knowing tone.

"Jiang Ye! Don't try to act innocent after getting the benefit!"

"Do you think chartering a helicopter is cheap? Do you think coordinating airspace across borders doesn't require favors?"

"The airdrop fee and parts cost combined are enough to buy ten of your beat-up motorcycles!"

"Let me tell you, you brat, I'll put this money on your tab! But if you ever upset me, I'll take it all from your stash of money, with interest!"

"Hahaha! Okay, okay! Deduct it! Deduct as much as you want! You can even detain me completely, big sister!"

The two bantered on the phone, creating a relaxed and warm atmosphere.

Jiang Ye felt incredibly comfortable with the relaxed and carefree attitude that he could only show in front of his closest friends.

We chatted for a good half hour.

Han Qingru hung up the phone because she had an important international mergers and acquisitions meeting to attend.

"That kid is really a headache."

Han Qingru looked at the blacked-out phone screen and shook her head helplessly.

. . . .