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

Two hours after the bell-ringing ceremony, they boarded a private plane bound for China and quietly left the world of fame and fortune, filled with money and desire.

After a flight of more than ten hours, the two did not return to their bustling apartment in downtown Seoul, but instead had the driver take them directly to an old house in the countryside that had already been renovated.

The sun was shining brightly on a summer afternoon.

The air in the countryside is filled with the fragrance of soil and grass, free from the exhaust fumes of cars in the city and the suffocating oppressive feeling of office buildings.

The courtyard of the old house was well-maintained by Han Qingru. In the center of the courtyard stood a large grape trellis, with lush green vines climbing all over it. The large leaves cut the harsh sunlight into fine dappled spots, which were then scattered on the smooth bluestone pavement.

Jiang Ye changed out of the clothes he hadn't worn on Wall Street, which still had a somewhat business-like feel. He was now wearing only a simple white cotton T-shirt, loose gray shorts, and flip-flops.

He was squatting next to the tap in the yard, holding a hose, giving the now plump and healthy golden retriever a bath.

"Don't move! If you keep splashing water, I'll take away your dog food tonight!"

Jiang Ye rubbed the golden retriever's body, which was covered in abundant foam, while laughing and scolding. The golden retriever didn't seem to be afraid of him at all. Instead, it excitedly stuck out its tongue and deliberately splashed water droplets all over Jiang Ye's face, which made Jiang Ye shake his head helplessly.

And less than five meters away from Jiang Ye.

Han Qingru was lounging on a hand-woven bamboo recliner. She wore an elegant cotton and linen dress, her long hair casually tied back with a wooden hairpin, exuding a gentle and serene aura that seemed to have been washed away from her worldly concerns.

On the small mahogany tea table next to it, there was an exquisite set of purple clay teaware. Steam was rising from the teapot, emitting a faint aroma of Pu'er tea.

Han Qingru held a cup of hot tea in her hand, but her gaze fell on the large-screen TV hanging on the wall in the corner of the courtyard.

On television, the female anchor on the financial channel was broadcasting the major news about SKY SOUL's IPO in an incredibly excited tone.

Last night, SKY SOUL, a Chinese anonymous social networking app, officially listed on NASDAQ, and its stock price surged immediately upon opening, pushing its market capitalization past the $100 billion mark! This is not only another major victory for Chinese internet companies in overseas markets, but also…

Listening to the exaggerated praise on TV, Han Qingru simply curled the corners of her lips slightly and took a sip of the tea in her cup.

A gentle breeze swept through the yard, rustling the grape leaves.

Looking at the billionaire not far away, who was playing around with his dog and laughing like a big boy, Han Qingru's eyes softened.

Even the most turbulent storms and mountains of gold and silver outside cannot compare to the tranquility within the courtyard at this moment. This is the perfect "Cloud Wilderness Realm" in their hearts.

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The next morning.

The air in the old country house was exceptionally fresh, and a few crisp birdsongs broke the silence of dawn. Golden morning light slanted through the gaps in the grape trellis, casting a warm glow on the bluestone slabs and the entire courtyard.

In the bedroom, Jiang Ye woke up from a deep sleep.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the bed beside him, only to find that the bed was empty, leaving only a faint warmth and the familiar scent of jasmine.

Jiang Ye rubbed his sleepy eyes, threw off the thin blanket, and got out of bed. He slipped on his slippers, followed the enticing aroma of food wafting through the air, and walked out of the bedroom to the spacious and bright kitchen.

In the kitchen, sunlight streamed through the glass windows and fell on the countertop.

Han Qingru was busy at the stove. Today, she wasn't wearing any of those haute couture gowns, but instead had changed into a casual home outfit, with an apron printed with a cartoon bear over it.

This usually ruthless and decisive businesswoman, who commands the respect of countless business tycoons, is now acting like an ordinary, virtuous wife and loving mother.

Holding a spatula, she skillfully fried eggs in a frying pan. The hot oil sizzled, and the edges of the eggs turned golden and crispy. In the clay pot next to her, a rich congee with preserved egg and lean pork was simmering, and wisps of white steam rose, making her profile look exceptionally gentle.

Jiang Ye leaned against the door frame, quietly watching this scene, a sense of indescribable satisfaction welling up in his heart.

He didn't make a sound to disturb her, but instead quietly walked up behind Han Qingru.

Suddenly, Jiang Ye stretched out his arms and tightly wrapped them around Han Qingru's slender waist from behind. He lowered his head, rested his chin comfortably in the crook of her neck, closed his eyes, and greedily took a deep breath.

It was a unique scent that blended the fragrance of a high-end shower gel, a hint of jasmine, and the aroma of scallions and fried eggs from the kitchen.

This is the taste of home.

Han Qingru was startled by the sudden hug, her body instinctively stiffening slightly. But when she felt the familiar broad chest and warm body temperature behind her, she instantly relaxed.

She didn't turn around, but playfully nudged Jiang Ye's chest with her elbow, her tone tinged with helplessness and doting: "Stop fooling around, the eggs in the pot are almost burnt. Hurry up and wash up, get ready for breakfast."

"No, let me hold you a little longer."

Jiang Ye didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip. Like a big boy who craved warmth, he clung to Han Qingru, refusing to let go, and even deliberately rubbed the stubble on his chin against her fair neck.

"Ouch, it tickles..." Han Qingru shrank her neck as he rubbed against her, her face flushed, and even her ears turned red.

The two cuddled together in the kitchen, which was filled with the aroma of cooking, for quite a while. It wasn't until the porridge in the clay pot was about to overflow that Jiang Ye finally let go, satisfied, and turned to go to the bathroom to wash up.

A dozen minutes later.

The two sat at the stone table in the courtyard and began to enjoy this cozy breakfast.

On the stone table were two bowls of steaming congee with preserved egg and lean pork, a plate of perfectly fried poached eggs, and several dishes of refreshing pickled vegetables made by Han Qingru herself.

Jiang Ye ate the porridge with gusto, thoroughly enjoying it.

Han Qingru ate slowly and gracefully. She gently stirred the porridge in her bowl with a spoon while looking at the tablet computer on the table.

The tablet is playing the latest international financial news.

According to the latest news from the Wall Street Journal, a joint fund of up to $50 billion has been officially established, spearheaded by the long-established American financial family, the Austin family, and several top European investment institutions. The fund will focus its investments on emerging technology and cultural tourism markets in Asia…

Upon hearing the news, Han Qingru put down her spoon, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

She astutely pointed out: "Ono, it's definitely no coincidence that these financial giants established a joint fund at this critical juncture. They're definitely after Sky Soul and Cloud Wasteland."

"The Austin family has deep roots on Wall Street and has always been ruthless. They will definitely be envious of Sky Soul's terrifying market value after its IPO. This $50 billion is probably the stepping stone they will use to open the door to the Chinese market, and we must take precautions in advance."

Seeing Han Qingru's serious expression, Jiang Ye seemed completely unconcerned.

He picked up his chopsticks, took out a perfectly fried egg, and placed it steadily into Han Qingru's bowl.

"Big sister, eat first, the porridge is getting cold."

Jiang Ye pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, his eyes radiating an air of domineering arrogance, and said with a cold laugh:

"What Austin family? What United Foundation? When they come to China, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low!"

"We'll meet force with force, and we'll dam water with earth. If they dare to reach out, I'll chop off their claws!"

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru, his tone becoming incredibly firm and gentle: "As long as I have my eldest sister by my side, even if the sky falls on Wall Street, I can hold it up!"

Hearing Jiang Ye's domineering declaration, the worry in Han Qingru's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep smile. She picked up the poached egg from her bowl, took a bite, and found today's breakfast exceptionally delicious.

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