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After listening to Xia Yu's heartfelt explanation, Jiang Ye sat on the sofa and remained silent for a long time.

In the vast living room of the presidential suite, it was so quiet that the only sound could be the ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

Jiang Ye slowly stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the city of Yanjing glitters with its vibrant nightscape. Chang'an Avenue, bustling with traffic, resembles a flowing golden river, its neon-lit skyscrapers piercing the clouds.

However, Jiang Ye's gaze did not focus on these bustling scenes.

His mind was uncontrollably filled with memories of his time with Xia Yu.

That aloof and icy female CEO in the Blue Ocean Group's president's office.

The woman in his dilapidated rented room, wearing his oversized T-shirt, awkwardly eating the tomato and egg noodles he made, her tongue sticking out from the spiciness.

The woman who, in the cold interrogation room of the Safety Supervision Bureau, remained stubborn and unyielding in the face of coercion and temptation, gritting her teeth and refusing to betray him.

And then there was the woman on the hotel bed, who shed all pretense and passionately entangled with him.

Scenes flashed rapidly through Jiang Ye's mind, like a movie playing in his head.

in case……

If he had been more patient at the Yanjing Conference Center and waited until the meeting was over before leaving.

If Xia Yu had been more honest and told him about the dire situation facing Blue Ocean Group sooner, instead of choosing to bear everything alone, he would have been better off.

Perhaps they are already an enviable couple. They can fight side by side in the business world and watch the sunrise and sunset together in the Cloud Top Town.

but.

The two cruelest words in the world are "if".

Jiang Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool night air of Yanjing.

When he opened his eyes again and turned around.

He looked at Xia Yu, who was sitting on the sofa, her eyes red and pleading with him.

Although Jiang Ye still felt a faint ache in his heart, like being pricked by a tiny needle, his deep eyes gradually became clear and incredibly resolute.

He strode up to Xia Yu and looked down at her.

Jiang Ye's tone was gentle, without a trace of blame, but it conveyed an insurmountable and despairing sense of distance.

"Xia Yu, thank you for telling me these truths today."

"Let that fireworks display be the end of our past acquaintance."

Jiang Ye looked at Xia Yu's face, which had turned deathly pale in an instant, and said, word by word, with absolute clarity:

"Once you miss it, you miss it."

"However, I am very happy to have some business cooperation with you and Huaxia Cultural Tourism."

This sentence is like a gentle yet incredibly sharp knife.

There was no bloodshed, but it completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in Xia Yu's heart.

Xia Yu sat on the sofa, feeling as if all her strength had been instantly drained away.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes. She was a proud woman; she could lower her head and explain, but she would never allow herself to wail like a wronged woman after being rejected.

"I understand, Mr. Jiang."

Xia Yu took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

After saying that, Xia Yu stood up, picked up her briefcase from the sofa, and walked out of the reception room without looking back.

"Click".

The moment the door closed.

Jiang Ye stood there, his eyes instantly turning slightly red.

He was also a man of flesh and blood. To say that it didn't hurt when he severed a once unforgettable relationship with his own hands would be a lie.

However, Jiang Ye quickly adjusted his breathing, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions, and his eyes regained their usual calm and depth.

……

The next day, Jiang Ye took Lei Heng and returned to Hanzhou in a private plane.

Back at Kunlun Capital headquarters.

As soon as Jiang Ye entered the president's office, Han Qingru came to greet him.

As the woman who knew Jiang Ye best, Han Qingru only needed to glance at his eyes to keenly sense that he seemed troubled. That hint of weariness and complexity hidden beneath his calm exterior did not escape her notice.

"Xiao Ye, did the talks in Yanjing not go smoothly?" Han Qingru stepped forward, naturally took the suit jacket that Jiang Ye had taken off, and hung it on the hanger.

Jiang Ye walked to the sofa and sat down, rubbing his throbbing temples.

He had no intention of hiding it.

Jiang Ye looked up at Han Qingru and told her everything about his reunion with Xia Yu in Yanjing, and how Xia Yu was in charge of Huaxia Cultural Tourism. He included Xia Yu's explanation of his difficulties and his final answer.

Han Qingru listened quietly without interrupting.

After listening to Jiang Ye's story, Han Qingru did not show any jealousy, anger, or unease like an ordinary woman.

Instead, a gentle and forgiving smile appeared on her face.

Han Qingru walked over and sat down next to Jiang Ye, extending her fair and soft hand to gently grasp Jiang Ye's large hand.

"Ono, actually..."

Han Qingru looked into Jiang Ye's eyes and said with utmost sincerity:

"I've always felt that you and Xia Yu are a great match in many ways. You're both the kind of people who are decisive and ambitious in the business world. If you were together, she might be able to provide you with greater support in your careers, and you would be happier together."

"Ono, I never wanted to possess you. I just hoped that you could find true happiness."

Hearing Han Qingru's extremely magnanimous words...

Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He grabbed Han Qingru's hand tightly and pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

"Big sister, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Ye buried his head in Han Qingru's neck, greedily inhaling the comforting scent of her woody perfume.

"Right now, you're the only one in my heart."

"What business empire, what billions in capital? Without you, all of this means nothing to me."

Held tightly in Jiang Ye's arms, she felt the burning heat emanating from his body.

Han Qingru's body stiffened slightly.

A hint of struggle and resistance flashed in her eyes.

"Ono...maybe we shouldn't do this anymore."

Han Qingru gently pushed Jiang Ye's chest, her voice carrying a hint of pleading and insecurity.

"I'm five years older than you, I'm divorced, and I have a child. You, on the other hand, are a multi-billionaire with a bright future ahead of you. Let's... go back to being siblings. I think that would be better for you."

"No!"

Jiang Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with domineering and crazy flames.

He simply couldn't control his inner emotions.

Jiang Ye cupped Han Qingru's face in his hands, ignoring her struggles, and lowered his head to kiss her still-talking red lips fiercely.

This kiss was filled with a sense of punishment, as well as an undeniable possessiveness.

Han Qingru's resistance quickly crumbled under Jiang Ye's relentless offensive, turning into a pool of spring water.

The office blinds were tightly closed.

After a passionate and intense intimate moment.

Jiang Ye leaned back on the large leather sofa, feeling an immense surge of power coursing through his body. He felt incredibly strong, as if he were an invincible army, even if he were alone!

Han Qingru leaned lazily against him, her cheeks flushed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ye put his arm around her and closed his eyes, preparing to rest for a while.

Between sleep and wakefulness.

In a daze, Jiang Ye felt as if he had entered the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" from his dream again.

All around were rolling seas of clouds, and underfoot was a bluestone path.

But it was in this pure land deep within his soul that he found peace.

Jiang Ye vaguely saw Xia Yu's shadow!

Xia Yu, dressed in a white suit with a stubborn look in her eyes, stood at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, quietly watching him.

Jiang Ye suddenly woke up with a start.

He looked at Han Qingru, who was fast asleep in his arms, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Why?

Why is Xia Yu still appearing in his Cloud Wasteland?

Could it be that, deep in his subconscious, he still harbors an unyielding obsession with Xia Yu?

A sudden surge of intense inner turmoil and agitation welled up in Jiang Ye's heart.

Just then, Han Qingru woke up.

She looked at Jiang Ye's furrowed brows but didn't ask any further questions.

She simply got up silently, straightened her clothes, and went into the small kitchen attached to the office.

Soon, the rich aroma of pork rib and corn soup wafted from the small kitchen, filling the entire office.

Han Qingru carried a steaming bowl of soup to Jiang Ye.

"Have some soup to warm your stomach."

Jiang Ye took the soup bowl and took a sip.

That rich, delicious flavor flowed down his throat and into his stomach, instantly dispelling the restlessness in his heart.

In this bowl of soup, Jiang Ye felt a long-lost, rich sense of home cooking.

This is life, this is the home he truly longed for.

……