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

Night was falling.

The deck below the yacht remained bustling and lively, with tycoons clinking glasses and celebrating this capital feast.

However, the top deck of the yacht was unusually quiet.

Here, far from the hustle and bustle and lights below, there are only twinkling stars in the night sky and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull of the ship.

Han Qingru stood alone on the edge of the highest deck.

She gripped the white railing with both hands, tilted her head slightly, and felt the cool sea breeze caressing her cheeks. Moonlight shone on her moon-white dress, bathing her in a holy glow, making her breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairy who might ride the wind and return at any moment.

A series of steady footsteps came from behind.

Jiang Ye went up to the top deck.

He looked at the haunting figure standing in the moonlight, his eyes softening completely.

Jiang Ye slowed his pace and walked forward slowly.

He didn't speak, but instead gently yet firmly embraced Han Qingru from behind.

Jiang Ye rested his chin on Han Qingru's slender shoulder, inhaling the faint jasmine scent emanating from her hair. His broad, strong hands encircled Han Qingru's delicate waist, protecting her tightly in his embrace.

I felt the warmth and familiar sense of security emanating from behind me.

This time, Han Qingru did not back down because of her status, as she had done before.

She relaxed her body and leaned back obediently, surrendering herself completely to Jiang Ye's broad and sturdy chest.

Han Qingru slowly raised her hands and covered Jiang Ye's hands that were wrapped around her waist, their fingers gently intertwined.

The two embraced quietly under the starry sky, neither of them speaking, enjoying this rare tranquility and warmth.

A long time passed.

Jiang Ye raised his head, looking at the deep darkness where the sea and sky met in the distance. His voice was low and hoarse, yet filled with a breathtaking power:

"Sister Ru."

"With the Chu family fallen, no one in Jiangnan Province can stop us anymore. The foundation of the Cloud Wasteland is now completely solid, and Sky Soul is about to usher in its own glory."

Jiang Ye tightened his arms, holding Han Qingru even closer, his tone exuding an air of domineering arrogance:

"But that's far from enough."

"Our business empire is just beginning. In the future, I want Kunlun Capital's flag to fly in every corner of the globe. I want all those who once looked down on us and tried to suppress us to only look up at our backs!"

Listening to Jiang Ye's passionate declaration.

Han Qingru turned her head and looked at Jiang Ye's angular profile.

In her beautiful peach blossom eyes, there was no fear of the future, only tenderness, trust, and deep pride.

This is the man she has her eye on.

A true dragon, which has been lurking in the abyss, is now finally ready to soar through the clouds and fly high into the heavens.

Han Qingru gripped Jiang Ye's hand tightly in return, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"it is good."

"No matter how vast this empire may become, no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, I will always be by your side. You will charge into battle, and I will secure the rear for you; you will reign supreme, and I will accompany you to admire the scenery."

The two embraced tightly under the vast starry sky.

The sea breeze swept away all the fatigue and the smoke of battle.

Between them, there were no grand, cheesy vows. What they had was a deep affection that blossomed naturally, and an absolute understanding to stay together for life and never betray each other.

……

Time flies.

Two weeks later.

Manhattan, New York, USA.

This is the absolute center of global finance, where the air is thick with the scent of money and desire.

Outside the Nasdaq Stock Exchange, a large crowd gathered, with countless media reporters and financial analysts pointing their cameras and microphones at the exchange's entrance.

On the most prominent giant electronic screen in Times Square, a huge, high-tech logo is flashing right now—SKY SOUL!

This anonymous social media app was once highly controversial in China and even faced bankruptcy due to malicious smear campaigns by the Chu family.

Now, thanks to Jiang Ye's efforts to turn the tide and the full support of Kunlun Capital, not only has the injustice been completely cleared, but it has also swept across the global young user market with an invincible attitude of a king's return!

Today, SKY SOUL officially entered the global capital market and was listed on Nasdaq!

Its valuation reached a terrifying astronomical figure—one hundred billion US dollars!

Inside the Nasdaq trading floor, the atmosphere was bustling and lively.

Countless financial giants and investment bankers, dressed in bespoke suits and usually wielding considerable influence on Wall Street, have gathered here to witness this historic moment for China's rising internet elite.

The bell tower in the center of the hall was covered with flowers.

however.

Jiang Ye, the largest shareholder behind SKY SOUL and the absolute mastermind who truly controls everything, did not wear a sharp suit and stand under the spotlight to enjoy the glory of being the center of attention like other entrepreneurs.

On the second floor of the trading hall, there is a VIP viewing platform with an excellent view that is not open to the public.

Jiang Ye was dressed in an extremely ordinary black casual outfit, his hands in his pockets, calmly looking down at the noisy crowd below.

Han Qingru stood beside him, also dressed in a low-key beige trench coat, with a gentle smile on her face.

Jiang Ye directly handed over the most prestigious and glorious opportunity to ring the bell today to Lin Yu, the founder of SKY SOUL, and Xia Yu, the chief strategy officer who made great contributions to the software.

On the bell-ringing platform.

Lin Yu was wearing a custom-made suit, and he held tightly in his hand the wooden hammer that symbolized wealth and glory.

His body was trembling violently, his eyes were red-rimmed, and tears were welling up in his eyes.

Looking back on the hardships along the way, from typing the first line of code in that dilapidated rented room in Xingcheng, to facing the despair of a funding shortage, and then to the darkest moment when the Chu family smeared him across the entire internet.

If it weren't for Jiang Ye's appearance, and if it weren't for Kunlun Capital's relentless investment and support, SKY SOUL would have died in that harsh winter long ago.

Lin Yu took a deep breath, fighting back tears, and turned to look at Xia Yu standing beside him.

Xia Yu, dressed in a sharp white business suit, still exuded her queen-like aura. She nodded to Lin Yu, giving him an encouraging look.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The countdown began, and the enormous roar nearly lifted the roof off the trading hall.

"Three, two, one!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

As the countdown ended, Lin Yu and Xia Yu gripped the hammer together and struck the huge opening bronze bell with great force!

The crisp and melodious chimes instantly resounded throughout the entire Nasdaq Stock Exchange!

At the very moment the bell rang.

On the huge electronic display screen above the hall, SKY SOUL's opening stock price jumped up instantly and skyrocketed at a rocket-like speed!

The green numbers kept rolling, and the trading volume skyrocketed in just a few seconds!

The entire venue erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, and the champagne corks were pulled out one after another, spraying golden liquid into the air.

Standing on the stage, watching the stock price soar on the screen, Lin Yu finally lost control of his emotions, covered his face, and burst into tears.

He turned around abruptly, raised his head, and his gaze pierced through the noisy crowd, precisely locking onto the figure on the VIP viewing platform on the second floor.

Lin Yu took a step back and bowed deeply and respectfully in Jiang Ye's direction.

This bow contained so much gratitude, awe, and a determination to follow to the death.

The viewing platform on the second floor.

Jiang Ye looked down at Lin Yu, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and at the constantly fluctuating market value of hundreds of billions, and a satisfied smile slowly appeared on his lips.

He didn't speak, but simply reached out and gently grasped Han Qingru's soft hand beside him.

. . . .