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The next day.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist of the sea of ​​clouds, shining unreservedly onto the messy bed through the huge French windows of the wooden house.

Jiang Ye was the first to wake up.

He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and felt an indescribable sense of comfort throughout his body. The emptiness that had been suppressed for many years vanished, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of security and satisfaction that filled his chest.

He lowered his head slightly and looked into his arms.

Han Qingru was fast asleep, clinging tightly to him like an octopus, using both her arms and legs.

Her face, which usually exuded authority and aloofness at the company, was now filled with a delicate and languid charm, as if she had been thoroughly pampered. A faint pink hue graced her fair skin, and a trace of tears, still wet from her pleading the night before, lingered at the corner of her eye.

Looking at the woman who belonged to him in his arms, Jiang Ye's heart softened completely.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently plant a loving kiss on Han Qingru's smooth forehead.

It seemed to have sensed the gentle touch.

Han Qingru's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She had just woken up, and her eyes were still a little dazed.

However, when she saw Jiang Ye so close to her, when she felt the two of them pressed together without any obstruction under the covers, and when she recalled the crazy and extremely shameful scenes from last night...

Han Qingru's face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp, the redness extending all the way to the roots of her neck!

"what……"

She gasped and instinctively tried to back away, pulling the blanket tightly with both hands, trying to hide her naked body completely.

Seeing her adorable shyness, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground, Jiang Ye couldn't help but chuckle.

He stretched out his long arm and forcefully pulled her, blanket and all, back into his broad embrace.

Jiang Ye rested his chin on the top of Han Qingru's head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, his voice husky and languid with the unique sound of early morning, and whispered mischievously in her ear:

"What are you hiding for?"

"You weren't this shy last night when you were holding me and crying, calling me your husband."

Hearing this extremely hurtful remark, Han Qingru was filled with shame and indignation.

She reached out a hand from under the covers and pinched Jiang Ye's strong waist hard.

"Jiang Ye! You little rascal! You still dare to talk back!"

Han Qingru buried her face in Jiang Ye's chest, her voice muffled but filled with an unyielding sweetness.

Jiang Ye let her pinch him, and instead hugged her even tighter.

He looked at the rising sun outside the window, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

From this moment on, they were no longer siblings who depended on each other in the orphanage.

Rather, they are lovers and partners who are truly connected in body and soul, and can stand side by side at the pinnacle of this world.

The Cloud Wasteland has finally welcomed its true mistress.

. . .

As the first "Yunhuang Mask Music Festival" came to a successful close amidst revelry and tears, the name "Yunhuang Realm" exploded across the entire internet like a nuclear bomb with astonishing explosive power!

It is no longer just a tourist attraction, but has quickly transformed into a phenomenal super IP!

Countless tourists who participated in the music festival began posting updates on various social media platforms as soon as they got their phones back after leaving the town.

Weibo, WeChat Moments, Xiaohongshu, Douyin... almost all traffic pools were flooded with "Cloud Wilderness Realm"!

None of the photos they posted showed their faces.

All of them are silhouettes wearing various exquisite masks, all of them are silhouettes dancing wildly by the campfire, and all of them are backs sitting in cliff bars staring blankly at the sea of ​​clouds.

The accompanying text is even more evocative, striking straight to the soul:

"In absolute solitude, I finally heard the sound of my own heart breaking, and also found a resonance of souls."

"Only when I put on the mask did I truly become myself again. The Cloud Wilderness is my spiritual home."

"No one cares who I am; I only care whether I'm still alive. Thank you, Yunhuang, for giving me the right to breathe again."

This concept of "finding soul resonance in absolute solitude" is like a sharp scalpel, precisely piercing through the fragile psychological defenses of netizens across the internet!

In modern cities, who doesn't harbor a sense of loneliness? Who hasn't broken down in the dead of night?

The emergence of "Cloud Wilderness" perfectly resonated with the public's emotional pain points.

This was followed by another surge in downloads of the SKY SOUL software!

In just 24 hours, SKY SOUL's downloads surpassed an astonishing 50 million! It dominated the top spots on major app stores, leaving established social media apps far behind!

Within just three minutes of the official announcement that the booking channels for subsequent tickets and guesthouses at Genting Town were open, the servers were almost overwhelmed!

Three minutes!

All the tickets and all the guesthouse rooms were snapped up by enthusiastic netizens!

Orders are already booked up for up to six months in advance!

Inside Kunlun Capital's finance department, the sound of keyboards clattering filled the air. When the final financial statements were finalized, the entire department fell into a deathly silence, followed by a deafening roar of cheers!

The return on investment reached an astonishing astronomical figure!

At this moment, in the president's office on the top floor of the Kunlun Capital headquarters building.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru sat side by side on the large leather sofa.

On the huge LCD screen opposite them, the number of online users of SKY SOUL, the booking data of Cloud Wasteland, and the straight-line profit curve of Kunlun Capital were scrolling in real time.

Looking at the terrifying data constantly fluctuating on the screen, Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at Han Qingru beside him.

Han Qingru was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

That smile contained so much tacit understanding, pride, and relief.

They not only created a miracle in business history and amassed enormous wealth, but more importantly, in this restless, noisy, and calculating world, they successfully built a spiritual haven where countless people struggling in life could breathe.

The phrase "It turns out that everyone has a Yunhuang Realm in their heart," which netizens spontaneously summarized, quickly went viral and became the most popular internet buzzword of the year, on the lips of countless people.

"Cheers, big sister!"

Jiang Ye picked up the two glasses of red wine on the table and handed one to Han Qingru.

"Cheers, my big boss." Han Qingru took the glass, her eyes sparkling, and gently touched Jiang Ye's glass.

The crisp sound of glass clattering echoed through the office.

Strike while the iron is hot – this is an eternal truth in business.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru will absolutely not be content with merely staying in a small corner of Hanzhou. They want to push the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" super IP to the entire country!