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It's another sunny weekend.

Jiang Ye took a rare day off and delegated all the piles of documents and multinational conferences in the company to Lei Heng and Xia Yu.

He didn't drive that iconic Rolls-Royce Phantom, nor did he drive those flashy supercars.

Instead, they went to the deepest part of the underground garage, lifted a black dust cover, and pushed out the Kawasaki H2R heavy motorcycle, which had been gathering dust for a long time and was known as the "land-based flying machine".

This all-black mechanical behemoth, covered in carbon fiber aerodynamic components, exudes a chilling, violent aesthetic.

Jiang Ye took a clean, soft cloth and carefully wiped the dust off the car body until the black paint gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the light.

Then, he led Han Qingru to the dressing room.

Jiang Ye personally dressed Han Qingru in a cool and imposing black tight-fitting motorcycle outfit.

This motorcycle outfit was extremely form-fitting, perfectly outlining Han Qingru's already tall and slender figure. Her long legs, slim waist, and full curves, all encased in black leather, exuded a fatal allure.

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru, who was so dashing and different from her usual gentle self, and couldn't help but swallow.

He picked up the globally limited edition carbon fiber helmet, carefully helped Han Qingru put it on, and meticulously fastened the buckle on her chin.

"Big sister, are you ready?"

Jiang Ye straddled the Kawasaki H2R, which resembled a ferocious beast, gripped the handlebars, turned around, patted the back seat behind him, and a wild smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Today, I'll take you to experience real low-altitude flight!"

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye through the helmet visor, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the back seat, stretched out her arms, and tightly wrapped them around Jiang Ye's strong waist.

She pressed her cheek tightly against Jiang Ye's broad back, feeling his strong heartbeat.

As Han Qingru moved, Jiang Ye clearly felt the astonishing softness and breathtakingly powerful curves pressing down on him from behind.

That wonderful sensation made Jiang Ye's blood boil instantly, and his adrenaline surged wildly.

"Hold on tight!"

Jiang Ye let out a low growl and twisted the accelerator pedal sharply with his right hand.

"boom--!!!"

The supercharged engine of the Kawasaki H2R instantly erupted with a ferocious roar, like an ancient beast awakening and howling! A blue flame shot out from the exhaust pipe.

The black motorcycle, like a black lightning bolt, instantly shattered the tranquility of the underground parking garage, roaring onto the street and heading straight for the winding mountain road on the outskirts of Hanju.

The mountain road outside Hanju is winding and twisting, with steep mountain walls on one side and bottomless cliffs on the other.

Accompanied by the chilling screech of the engine, the black motorcycle sped along the highway.

Jiang Ye's driving skills are comparable to those of a professional race car driver. When faced with those sharp turns, he did not slow down at all, but instead leaned his body sharply, skillfully maneuvering the motorcycle through the corners.

The motorcycle's foot pedals were almost sparking, and the entire motorcycle was tilted at an extremely exaggerated angle to the ground.

Sitting in the back seat, Han Qingru felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, she was completely ignited by the extreme speed.

She held Jiang Ye tightly, cheering loudly in the howling wind, her laughter clear and unrestrained.

At this moment, they cast aside their status as billionaires and all the constraints and calculations of the business world.

. . .

After speeding down the winding mountain road, it was already completely dark.

On a cool weekend night, Jiang Ye rode his black Kawasaki H2R, carrying Han Qingru, speeding along until he finally stopped at the edge of the cliff at the highest point of Yunding Town.

Here, there is a bar that netizens jokingly call "the loneliest bar".

The bar is a wooden structure, half of which is built on solid rock and the other half cantilevered over the cliff.

Jiang Ye pushed open the heavy wooden door and took Han Qingru's hand as they went inside.

Because it's Jiang Ye's private property, it wasn't open to the public tonight. The bar was completely empty and quiet, with only the sound of the mountain wind howling outside.

Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, a rolling sea of ​​white clouds, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled a vast, magnificent silver ocean. Above the clouds, a dazzling sky of stars stretched out, seemingly within reach.

Jiang Ye didn't turn on the glaring lights in the bar. Instead, he went to the bar counter, found a few thick scented candles, and lit them one by one with a lighter.

The dim, warm candlelight flickered in the empty wooden building, casting long shadows of the two people and adding a touch of romance and ambiguity to the otherwise somewhat chilly bar.

Jiang Ye pulled Han Qingru to sit down on a soft leather sofa near the French windows.

He then turned and walked toward the small wooden stage in the center of the bar.

In the corner of the stage, a somewhat worn wooden guitar stood quietly. It was Jiang Ye's old companion, used to vent his emotions when he was struggling at the bottom of society and feeling frustrated.

Jiang Ye walked over, picked up the wooden guitar, dusted it off, and then straddled the high stool in the center of the stage.

He held the guitar in his arms, his slender fingers casually strumming the strings a few times to test the sound.

Jiang Ye raised his head, his gaze passing through the dim candlelight, and quietly looked at Han Qingru sitting below the stage.

Han Qingru was still wearing that cool black tight-fitting motorcycle outfit, her helmet already removed and placed aside. Her long, black hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, but it only accentuated a lazy yet wild beauty.

At this moment, she was resting her chin on her hands, her beautiful peach blossom eyes reflecting the candlelight and Jiang Ye's figure, her gaze so tender it seemed to drip with water.

Jiang Ye looked at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

With fingers gently plucking the strings, the crisp and melodious sound of the guitar flowed slowly through the empty wooden building.

This time, Jiang Ye did not sing the folk songs he used to sing, which were full of vicissitudes and unruliness.

He closed his eyes slightly, faced the microphone, and slowly sang a tender old love song in a deep, husky voice filled with endless affection.

"I've forgotten how it started, but maybe it was just a feeling I had for you..."

"Suddenly I realized I've fallen deeply in love with you; it's really that simple..."

Jiang Ye's singing lacks the flashy techniques of professional singers, but it excels in its sincerity, in the fact that every word and every note is infused with his full emotion.

The song echoed in the empty wooden building, accompanied by the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the dazzling starry sky outside the window, as if telling the story of the love between the two over the years, from mutual testing to mutual dependence, and now to the love that runs deep in their bones.

Han Qingru sat in the audience, listening quietly.

Her eyes gradually welled up with tears, and her vision became somewhat blurred.

As she watched the man on stage, holding a guitar and singing with deep emotion, memories of their time together flashed through her mind.

From that dilapidated rented room in Xingcheng to the top-floor office of Kunlun Capital in Hanzhou; from sharing life and death when facing suppression from the Chu family to supporting each other at the pinnacle of China's business world today.

This man, with his broad shoulders, sheltered her from the storms of life.