After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Seeing that Xia Yu ignored him, a hint of annoyance flashed in Mr. Sun's eyes, but he suppressed his anger and continued:

"Mr. Xia, we're all business people, so let's make money together. Jiang Ye's Sky Soul is just a fledgling upstart. It'll be as easy for Tencent to crush him as crushing an ant."

"President Xia is a smart man. Why would he go against Tencent for the sake of Jiang Ye and a project that is destined to fail?"

Mr. Sun leaned closer and offered the bait: "If Mr. Xia is willing to lift the offline restrictions, our Tencent Group is willing to give Huaxia Cultural Tourism 30% of the profits from our upcoming major IP film and television adaptations. How about that? Isn't that enough sincerity?"

Upon hearing this...

Xia Yu finally slowly raised her head.

Those eyes, with their exquisitely drawn eyeliner, exuded a cold and arrogant air that seemed to look down upon the world.

She looked at the self-important vice president of Tencent in front of her, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

next second.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless bigwigs in Beijing's elite circles.

Xia Yu flipped her wrist.

"Splash!"

The scarlet, expensive Romanée-Conti wine in the glass flew through the air in an arc and splashed mercilessly onto Mr. Sun's pair of Italian handmade custom-made leather shoes worth over ten thousand yuan!

The red wine flowed down the black leather shoes onto the expensive carpet, a shocking sight.

The once bustling reception hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

Even the band was so frightened that they stopped playing.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene. That was the vice president of Tencent! Xia Yu had actually thrown his wine in public?!

Mr. Sun froze, his face instantly turning a deep purplish-red. Pointing at Xia Yu, he trembled with rage: "You...Xia Yu! Are you insane?!"

Xia Yu casually tossed the empty wine glass onto the tray next to her, making a crisp clinking sound.

She stepped forward, her high heels clicking on the carpet, exuding an aura of power, like an inviolable female warrior.

Xia Yu glanced around at the dumbfounded bigwigs of Beijing's elite circles, then fixed her gaze on President Sun's face. Her voice was clear and cold, yet resounding and domineering as she declared:

"Mr. Sun, listen carefully, and everyone here, please listen carefully too!"

"The alliance between Huaxia Cultural Tourism and Kunlun Capital is not an exchange of interests, but a life-or-death pact!"

"Trying to mess with Sky Soul? Trying to mess with Jiang Ye?"

Xia Yu slightly raised her chin, her eyes revealing a ruthless determination as if she were facing certain death.

"First, step over the corpse of my Huaxia Cultural Tourism!"

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding throughout the entire banquet hall!

All the bigwigs in Beijing's capital circle were completely stunned by Xia Yu's decisive and domineering protection of the alliance, leaving no way out!

They finally understood that Huaxia Cultural Tourism and Kunlun Capital were now completely bound together. Anyone who dared to provoke Jiang Ye at this time should be prepared for a furious retaliation from Huaxia Cultural Tourism!

President Sun was forced back two steps by Xia Yu's imposing manner, his face turning pale and then red. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and slink away from the party.

Xia Yu's glass of red wine not only shattered Tencent Group's illusions of breaking through offline, but also bought Jiang Ye the most precious time to counterattack!

……

The events that took place at that top-tier business reception in Yanjing spread like wildfire, reaching Jiang Ye's ears in less than half a day.

On the phone, Lei Heng vividly described how Xia Yu, holding a glass of red wine, poured the expensive Romanée-Conti at the feet of the vice president of Tencent Group in front of all the bigwigs in Beijing's capital market. Lei Heng spoke with great enthusiasm, slapping his thigh repeatedly and exclaiming how mighty and domineering President Xia was.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye stood alone under the eaves of the old house, looking at the old locust tree swaying in the wind in the yard, and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Ye was deeply moved.

He knew Xia Yu all too well. That woman was proud to the core, valuing family interests and business empire more than her own life. In the complex and cutthroat world of Yanjing, where personal relationships mattered, publicly splashing wine on the vice president of Tencent was tantamount to declaring war on the entire old guard of the internet.

By doing this, Xia Yu essentially cut off all of Huaxia Cultural Tourism's escape routes, completely binding himself to Kunlun Capital, a warship tossed about in a raging storm.

This profound affection and unwavering protection stirred a strong ripple in Jiang Ye's heart, which had long been hardened by the business world.

……

into the night.

The weather in the countryside of Hanju is always unpredictable. During the day, the sky may be clear and blue, but at night, a sudden downpour can begin.

The night rain pattered down, large raindrops pounding against the old house's blue-brick and gray-tiled roof, making a dense, rhythmic sound. Rainwater flowed down the eaves, gathering into small streams in the courtyard.

The study in the old house was brightly lit.

Jiang Ye, wearing a loose black bathrobe, sat at a large solid wood desk with a furrowed brow.

On the screens of the high-spec computers in front of them, densely packed stock market candlestick charts and fund flow data flickered.

Although Xia Yu dealt a heavy blow to Tencent through offline channels and temporarily stabilized Sky Soul's core business, Jiang Ye knew very well that this was only a temporary respite.

Tencent's financial resources are simply enormous; it's a terrifying, bottomless black hole.

Billions in cash subsidies are just a drop in the ocean for Tencent. Continuing to wage this low-skill war in the domestic market will only lead to futile defensive measures. Even with its vast wealth, Kunlun Capital cannot withstand such relentless financial exploitation.

We must find a way to deliver a fatal blow and completely disrupt Tencent's operations!

Just as Jiang Ye was staring at the screen, his brain racing, racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock.

The wooden door to the study was gently pushed open.

Han Qingru carried in a delicate white porcelain tray and tiptoed in. On the tray was a bowl of freshly cooked lotus seed soup, still steaming.

She had just taken a shower and was wearing a soft, wine-red silk nightgown. The smooth fabric clung perfectly to her full, curvaceous figure, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin at the neckline. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded casually over her rounded shoulders, the ends still damp and exuding a faint scent of shower gel.

Han Qingru gently placed the tray on a corner of the desk without making a sound to disturb Jiang Ye.

She went around behind Jiang Ye, stretched out her two fair and soft arms, and gently wrapped them around Jiang Ye's neck from behind.

Han Qingru bent down slightly and gently pressed her warm and beautiful face against Jiang Ye's broad and sturdy back. Through the thin nightgown, Jiang Ye could clearly feel the amazing warmth emanating from her body, as well as the reassuring softness.

"Are you still worried about funding?" Han Qingru's voice was soft and gentle, like a soothing lullaby in the drizzling night rain.

There was no unnecessary nonsense, nor any empty words of comfort.

Han Qingru released one hand, took out a neatly folded English document from her pajama pocket, and placed it directly on the keyboard in front of Jiang Ye, over his shoulder.

"Take a look at this."