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As evening approached, the sky over Hanju was tinged with a vibrant orange-red by the brilliant sunset.

After leaving the Blue Ocean Building, Jiang Ye did not go straight back to the East Lake Apartment.

I put on my full-face helmet, mounted my BMW GS, and twisted the accelerator.

"boom--"

The horizontally opposed twin-cylinder engine emitted a deep and powerful roar, like a wild beast awakening.

Jiang Ye drove the Waterbird out of the garage and merged into the evening rush hour traffic in Hanzhou. He sped along the wide riverside avenue, the river wind blowing against his face, carrying the unique chill of winter.

It felt great.

For the past seven years, he has driven that dull Mercedes-Benz S-Class every day, like a programmed robot, picking up and dropping off his children, and shuttling between the Shen family villa and the Shen Group. He has almost forgotten what the wind feels like on his face, or what freedom tastes like.

Now, listening to the whistling wind and the roar of the engine, Jiang Ye felt his blood boiling again.

However, as refreshing as it was, the winter wind was indeed a bit too cold.

Jiang Ye stopped his car at a viewpoint by the river, took off his helmet, and lit a cigarette. He looked at the city's neon lights reflected on the river, lost in thought.

It seems my planned long-distance motorcycle trip will have to wait.

Going to the plateau in this freezing weather is just asking for trouble. It would be best to wait until after the New Year, in April or May, when spring is in full bloom.

After finishing his cigarette, Jiang Ye put his helmet back on and rode his bike back to Donghu Apartment.

I had just parked my car downstairs and hadn't even gone upstairs when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Jiang Ye took out his phone and saw the words "Grandma" displayed on the screen.

It was the old lady of the Shen family, Zhao Yulan.

Upon seeing this name, Jiang Ye's eyes softened instantly. In the cold Shen family, this was the only old man who had ever given him warmth and genuinely treated him like a human being.

Jiang Ye pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear: "Hello, Grandma."

"Ono, where have you been?"

On the other end of the phone came Zhao Yulan's voice, slightly reproachful yet full of love: "Today is Grandma's 70th birthday, and almost all the relatives and friends have arrived, but why are you the only one nowhere to be seen? Qinghan said you didn't even go to work today, are you angry with her?"

Hearing the old lady's voice, Jiang Ye felt a pang of sadness.

He desperately wanted to tell the old lady that he had divorced Shen Qinghan and was no longer Shen's grandson-in-law. But the words caught in his throat.

He had originally made up his mind never to set foot in the Shen family again in his life. However, the old lady called in person, and the late Mr. Shen had saved his grandfather's life, a debt of gratitude he could not deny.

Just consider it a visit to pay respects to the old lady and wish her a happy birthday. Leave after giving the gift.

The old lady has a heart condition, and today is her 70th birthday. If the divorce is brought up now, and she gets upset and something bad happens, then things will be very serious.

"Grandma, I'm not angry with her."

Jiang Ye tried his best to keep his tone as gentle as usual: "I... had some personal matters to take care of today, so I took the day off. I'll come see you right away."

"Okay, okay, come over right away. Grandma specially instructed the kitchen to make your favorite braised lion's head meatballs. Grandma won't enjoy her birthday feast if you don't come," the old lady said happily on the phone.

Jiang Ye got back on his motorcycle and drove out of the residential area.

On the way to Shen's villa on the hillside, Jiang Ye stopped by the largest gold shop in Hanzhou.

He swiped his black card and spent over a million yuan to carefully select a solid gold Buddha statue that was extremely well-made and quite heavy.

The old lady would give Jiang Ye a lot of money before holidays, and although Jiang Ye never accepted it, the old lady's good intentions were there.

The old lady was a Buddhist, and this small golden Buddha was her last token of respect as a younger generation.

……

7 PM.

The Shen family's luxurious villa, located halfway up Yunlong Mountain, was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The open-air parking lot in front of the villa was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, including Maybachs, Porsches, and Bentleys. Prominent figures in the Hanzhou business community, as well as various relatives of the Shen family, all came to celebrate Zhao Yulan's birthday.

Jiang Ye rode his rugged BMW GS, looking completely out of place among the gleaming luxury cars.

The security guard at the gate was taken aback when he saw Jiang Ye arrive on his motorcycle. Then, a hint of undisguised contempt flashed in his eyes. Although Jiang Ye was the son-in-law of the Shen family, everyone in the Shen family, even the servants, knew that he was a good-for-nothing driver who lived off his wife.

Sure enough, I didn't drive a single car today; I just rode over on a beat-up motorcycle.

Ignoring the security guard's strange looks, Jiang Ye parked his car, picked up the exquisite gift box containing the small golden Buddha, and stepped into the villa's hall.

The hall was decorated in a festive atmosphere, with flowers and red longevity characters everywhere.

As soon as Jiang Ye walked in, his brows furrowed involuntarily as he glanced at the crowd.

In the most prominent position in the center of the hall, Shen Qinghan wore a custom-made black evening gown that perfectly accentuated her tall and graceful figure, making her look like a noble black swan.

Beside her stood a man in a white suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and cultured.

It was Gu Ziming, Shen Qinghan's white moonlight.

Jiang Ye stood there, quietly watching this scene. He felt neither anger nor sadness, only a deep sense of irony and relief.

Just then, the sound of a cane being used to prop up the ground came from the mahogany staircase on the side of the hall.

Wearing a festive red Tang suit, Zhao Yulan slowly walked down the steps, supported by two nannies.

Although the old lady was seventy years old, she was in good spirits, and her eyes still revealed shrewdness and authority.

As she walked down the stairs, her smiling face instantly darkened when she saw Shen Qinghan and Gu Ziming in the center of the hall.

The old lady ignored the guests who came forward to offer their birthday wishes, walked straight through the crowd, and stood in front of Shen Qinghan.

"Grandma, you're down here." Shen Qinghan quickly stepped forward, her face full of smiles.

Gu Ziming also brought Shen Xinyu closer, adopting a gentle and refined demeanor: "Grandma Shen, I wish you boundless happiness and longevity."

Zhao Yulan didn't even glance at Gu Ziming. She grabbed Shen Qinghan's wrist with surprising strength and said coldly, "Come with me!"

After saying that, the old lady pulled Shen Qinghan and walked directly into a side room next to the main hall, then slammed the door shut behind her.

There were no outsiders in the side hall.

Zhao Yulan released Shen Qinghan's hand and slammed her dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground.

"Shen Qinghan, have you lost your mind?!"

The old lady lowered her voice, but the anger in her tone was like a volcanic eruption: "What day is today? It's my seventieth birthday! What are you doing bringing Gu Ziming, this outsider, into our home? And letting him parade around in public with Xinyu in his arms! Where do you put Jiang Ye? Where do you put the reputation of the Shen family?!"

"You're not entertaining guests with your husband, but instead you're getting involved with some shady man! What kind of behavior is this?! If you dare do anything to betray Jiang Ye or disgrace the family, I'll break your legs today!"