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Happy times are always fleeting.

As evening approached, the sun began to set.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru took Shen Xinyu, who was tired from playing and had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car, back to their large apartment in the city center.

Shen Qinghan silently took the child, looked at Jiang Ye, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just lowered her head and closed the door.

After sending my daughter back.

Jiang Ye sat back in the driver's seat of the Bentley.

The carriage was very quiet.

Although he had a pleasant afternoon at the amusement park, Jiang Ye was still feeling somewhat down.

That restlessness caused by being entangled in the bad things of the past is like a persistent, intractable disease that just won't go away.

Shen Qinghan's crying face, Wang Dafu's ugly face, and those terrible memories of the past kept churning in his mind.

He started the engine, floored the accelerator, and the Bentley shot into the night like an arrow.

Instead of returning to Donghu Apartment, he drove directly back to Yunding Town.

The town of Genting under the cover of night appears exceptionally tranquil.

Jiang Ye parked the car and walked alone along the bluestone path to the stilted house at the highest point of the town.

Push open the heavy wooden door of "the loneliest bar".

There was no music playing in the bar, and no other customers.

Jiang Ye raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dim light and landing on the floor-to-ceiling window.

Han Qingru did not leave.

She sat quietly on a single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of steaming warm water in her hand, her gaze calmly fixed on the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window, as if she were waiting for him.

Hearing the door open, Han Qingru turned her head.

Seeing Jiang Ye's slightly tired and irritable expression, Han Qingru did not ask any questions about the details of what happened at the kindergarten, nor did she lecture him like an elder would.

She simply put down her water glass, stood up, and walked lightly to Jiang Ye.

She reached out and took Jiang Ye's suit jacket from him with remarkable ease, then hung it on the coat rack beside her.

Then, she took Jiang Ye's hand and led him to sit down on the sofa in front of the French windows.

Han Qingru turned and walked to the bar, brought over a cup of calming tea at just the right temperature, and gently handed it to Jiang Ye.

"Have some hot tea to warm your stomach," Han Qingru said softly, her voice as gentle as a breeze.

Jiang Ye took the teacup and took a sip. The faint aroma of tea spread in his mouth, flowing down his throat and warming his stomach.

Han Qingru walked behind Jiang Ye.

She reached out her soft, slightly cool hands and gently pressed them against Jiang Ye's temples.

The force was just right, and the technique was skillful.

She gently massaged Jiang Ye's tense nerves, her movements filled with endless patience and tenderness.

In this silent companionship and ultimate tenderness.

Jiang Ye's nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed completely.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the sofa, feeling the warmth from Han Qingru's fingertips and the comforting scent of her woody perfume.

At that moment, a strong sense of enlightenment suddenly surged within Jiang Ye's heart.

He recalled the three women who had appeared in his life.

Shen Qinghan is only good at endlessly demanding and complaining, and when faced with problems, she only cries and shirks responsibility.

Xia Yu, though independent and strong, always puts the company and its interests first in crucial moments, and always weighs the pros and cons.

Only the eldest sister, Han Qingru, was present.

Only she wouldn't ask him why he was upset, nor would she force him to make any decisions.

She simply stayed there silently, accepting all his fatigue and negative emotions in the most tolerant and gentle way.

She was the safe haven he could always find unconditional refuge when he was exhausted.

Outside the window, the night wind rustled through the sea of ​​clouds.

Inside the bar, it was so quiet that the only sound was each other's breathing.

The two leaned against each other quietly by the window.

Although neither of them crossed any lines.

But at this moment, the distance between their hearts was infinitely shortened.

. . .

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor conference room at Kunlun Capital's headquarters, bathing the gleaming marble floor in a soft golden glow.

There were only Jiang Ye and Han Qingru in the conference room.

Two cups of steaming black coffee sat on the table, the air filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans. An in-depth discussion about the future of business was unfolding in this room, representing the highest level of capital power in Hanzhou.

Today, Han Qingru was dressed in a very fitted black business suit, with a pure white silk shirt underneath. Her long hair was neatly tied up, and she exuded the aura of a seasoned female CEO. Holding a black whiteboard marker, she stood in front of a large whiteboard, her eyes flashing with a chilling business acumen.

At this moment, she was no longer the gentle and considerate older sister in front of Jiang Ye, but a multinational female tycoon who was ruthless in the overseas capital market and made countless competitors tremble with fear.

"Ono, I carefully studied all the businesses under your name last night."

Han Qingru turned around and drew two circles heavily on the whiteboard with a whiteboard marker. One circle read "Cloud Top Town" and the other read "SKY SOUL".

"I looked at the backend data reports for SKY SOUL, the anonymous social networking app you developed before. It's simply astonishing." Han Qingru's voice was crisp and powerful, with a penetrating force that hit the nail on the head. "The online traffic for this app has completely exploded, with tens of millions of daily active users, and the user stickiness is ridiculously high. Countless people are pouring their hearts out and seeking resonance on it."

"But have you noticed its biggest weakness?"

Jiang Ye sat in a large leather swivel chair, his hands clasped in front of him, looking intently at Han Qingru, a humble smile playing on his lips: "Big sister, please continue."

Han Qingru tapped the whiteboard with the tip of her pen, pointing out incisively: "It lacks a physical space! A physical space where these lonely souls wandering online can truly land in the real world!"

"No matter how popular online social networking becomes, it is ultimately virtual. After people finish confiding behind the screen and turn off their phones, they still have to face the cold and empty reality of their rooms. This kind of emotional release is incomplete."

A startling light flashed in Han Qingru's eyes. She strode up to Jiang Ye, placed her hands on the conference table, and leaned forward slightly.

"Therefore, my proposal is to deeply integrate SKY SOUL, this massive online traffic pool, with Genting Town within its ecosystem!"

"We're going to officially rename Cloudtop Town to 'Cloud Wasteland'! We'll transform it into a real utopia!"

Han Qingru became more and more excited as she spoke. She turned back to the whiteboard and quickly wrote down several highly creative business names.

"In this town, all architectural styles, catering models, and bar atmospheres must be tailored to the psychological needs of SKY SOUL users."

"For example, we could set up a 'tree hole post office.' Visitors could write letters that will never be sent, or send a postcard to their future selves. There would be no staff in the post office; it would be entirely self-service, giving them a great sense of privacy."

"For example, create a 'silent restaurant.' People who go in to eat are not allowed to make loud noises, and they don't even need to communicate with the order taker. They can use QR codes or gestures throughout the meal. This would allow those office workers who are forced to say countless nonsense words and smile countless times every day to have a quiet meal that is their own."

"In the evening, we hold a 'Masked Bonfire Party' in the town square. Everyone receives a mask before entering, and once you put it on, no one recognizes anyone else. Everyone can dance and sing around the bonfire, completely shedding the pretense and defenses of the day!"