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The entire youth community in Hanju, and even across the country, is going crazy for a single ticket.

At this time.

In that large penthouse in downtown Hanju.

Shen Qinghan was sitting on the sofa, gripping her phone tightly in her hand.

On the phone screen, there were countless promotional reports about "Cloud Wilderness," all of which were netizens' crazy praise for this physical utopia.

Jiang Ye, as the mastermind behind this project, has been hailed as a god by financial media and self-media across the internet!

"The romantic sentiments of a billionaire tycoon," "A business genius who creates a haven for the soul," "Another masterpiece by the God of Wealth of Hanju"...

Various dazzling titles were showered upon Jiang Ye's head as if they were free.

Looking at Jiang Ye's cool, handsome, and spirited photo on the screen.

In Shen Qinghan's heart, jealousy and regret were like countless venomous snakes, frantically gnawing at her internal organs, almost driving her completely insane!

This man, worshipped by the entire internet and standing at the very top of the pyramid, was once her husband!

He used to wear an apron every day in the kitchen to cook soup for her, treating her like a princess.

But now, he has used this nationally sensational method to create a utopia for someone else. And she can only hide like a rat in a gutter in this luxurious yet cold house, watching him shine brightly.

Shen Qinghan was unwilling to accept it!

She was truly unwilling to accept it!

As she looked at the online reports about how hard it was to get tickets for the "Yunhuang Mask Music Festival," a crazy idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

If she could get a music festival ticket, if she could sneak in wearing a mask.

In that emotionally charged and atmospheric environment, could she create a romantic "chance encounter"? Could she use music and alcohol as cover to once again fawn over Jiang Ye and awaken even the slightest bit of old feelings in his heart?

Thinking of this, Shen Qinghan felt as if she had grasped a lifeline.

She immediately opened her phone's contact list and began frantically dialing the numbers of the people she had built up in the business world.

"Hello, is this Mr. Li? This is Shen Qinghan. Yes, yes, the one from the former Shen Group... Mr. Li, you're incredibly resourceful, could you please get me a ticket to the Yunhuang Music Festival? The price is negotiable..."

"Beep beep beep..."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Li, who used to fawn over her and call her "President Shen" at every turn, hung up the phone without saying a word of politeness as soon as he heard her name.

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and dialed another number.

"Chairman Zhang, hello, this is Qinghan. I'd like to ask you for a favor..."

"Oh, isn't this Miss Shen?" A mocking and disdainful laugh came from the other end of the phone. "What? The Shen family's been bankrupt for ages, and you still think you're something special? You want a ticket to the Cloud Wasteland? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror!"

"You think everyone doesn't know what kind of scum you've been up to? You ditched a great man like Chairman Jiang and went after that swindler Gu Ziming. Now that Chairman Jiang's successful, you want to go back and fawn over him? Pah! A used slut like you, kicked out of the house, doesn't deserve to go to such a high-class place! Don't dirty their turf! Get out!"

"Snapped!"

The call was abruptly ended.

Shen Qinghan's face was deathly pale, and she was trembling all over.

She made more than a dozen phone calls, and without exception, all she received was cold indifference and merciless, vicious mockery.

Those bosses who used to fawn over her now treat her like a pile of stinking dog shit, and none of them want to get even a little bit of her.

The immense sense of humiliation completely overwhelmed Shen Qinghan.

But the obsession in her eyes grew increasingly frantic.

She couldn't give up like this! This was her last chance!

Since asking others is useless, she'll just go directly to the people around Jiang Ye!

I glanced out the window and saw that it was pouring rain and the wind was howling.

Shen Qinghan rushed out of the house without even opening an umbrella.

Braving the heavy rain, she hailed a taxi and headed straight for the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

When Shen Qinghan arrived at the Kunlun Capital building, she was soaked to the bone, her hair clung to her pale face in clumps, and her expensive clothes were covered in mud and water, making her look extremely disheveled.

She didn't dare go in directly to find Jiang Ye; she knew the security guards wouldn't let her in.

She could only stand like a beggar at the exit of the building's underground parking garage, staring intently at every car that drove out in the raging wind and rain.

Having been soaked in the rain for an unknown amount of time, Shen Qinghan, whose body was turning purple from the cold, finally spotted a familiar car.

That was Lei Heng's personal vehicle, a black Rolls-Royce Ghost.

"Manager Lei! Manager Lei!"

Shen Qinghan, as if possessed, rushed towards the Rolls-Royce that was slowing down and driving out of the garage, spreading her arms to block the front of the car.

"squeak--!"

The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched as they spun on the wet road. The front of the car was less than ten centimeters from Shen Qinghan's knee.

Sitting in the back seat, Lei Heng frowned and looked coldly at the crazy woman blocking the car window.

Shen Qinghan scrambled to the back window of the car and pounded on the glass with both hands.

"Mr. Lei! Please! Let me see Jiang Ye! Or... or even just a music festival ticket would be fine! I'm begging you!"

Shen Qinghan cried out loudly in the rain, her voice shrill and desperate.

The car window slowly lowered to a crack only two fingers wide.

Lei Heng sat in a large, comfortable leather chair, a cigar between his fingers. He didn't even glance at Shen Qinghan, but through the narrow gap, he gave her a cold look as if she were trash.

"Miss Shen."

Lei Heng's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the sound of the pouring rain and reached Shen Qinghan's ears clearly and cruelly.

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you acting like a lunatic here?"

"Mr. Lei, I just want to go to the music festival to see him. I promise I won't cause any trouble. Please, I beg you, give me a ticket..." Shen Qinghan pleaded humbly, tears streaming down her face with the rain.

Lei Heng sneered and exhaled a puff of bluish-white smoke.

"Ms. Shen, I think you may not understand the situation yet."

Lei Heng's tone was full of undisguised contempt and mockery.

"The 'Cloud Wasteland' created by our boss is a haven for those who struggle in life but still retain a pure soul."

"And you?"

Lei Heng's gaze became incredibly sharp, like a knife scraping across Shen Qinghan's face.

"You're a woman who reeks of money, whose mind is full of scheming and vanity. You're the kind of person who would abandon her husband and daughter for money, with no moral bottom line."

"Your filthy soul doesn't even deserve to set foot on that land!"

"Give you tickets? That would be the greatest insult to the name 'Cloud Wasteland'!"

After saying that...

Lei Heng didn't give Shen Qinghan any more chance to speak and directly pressed the window up button.

"drive."

The Rolls-Royce emitted a deep roar and drove forward relentlessly.

Shen Qinghan was thrown to the ground by the inertia of the car.

With a "thump".

She fell heavily onto the muddy road.

The icy rain relentlessly pelted her, soaking her completely.

Shen Qinghan sat slumped in the mud, watching the Rolls-Royce disappear into the rain, its taillights gradually vanishing from sight.

Lei Heng's words, "You don't even have the right to set foot on that land," were like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, shattering the last vestige of her illusions.

She finally realized.

No matter how much she cried, begged, or regretted it.

She and Jiang Ye were already living in two completely different worlds.

That man has already reached the clouds, building his own divine kingdom.

. . . .