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

The song ended.

The last note slowly dissipated into the air.

Jiang Ye put down his wooden guitar, stood up from the bar stool, and walked step by step off the stage to Han Qingru.

He looked at Han Qingru's slightly red eyes, said nothing, and slowly and solemnly knelt down on one knee in front of her.

Jiang Ye reached out and gently grasped Han Qingru's hands, which were somewhat cold but incredibly soft.

He didn't magically produce a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg like in those idol dramas, nor did he make those exaggerated vows of eternal love that gave people goosebumps.

Jiang Ye simply raised his head and stared intently into Han Qingru's eyes with his deep and burning gaze.

His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness and a power that pierced the soul:

"Big sister."

"In this life, my Cloud Wilderness Realm belongs only to you."

Upon hearing this, Han Qingru finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Jiang Ye's hand.

These simple words are more powerful than any sweet talk.

The Cloud Wilderness was a commercial empire that Jiang Ye had poured countless efforts into building, and it was also the tranquil utopia he longed for deep in his heart. And now, he was handing this utopia over to her without reservation.

Han Qingru stood up and bent down slightly.

She reached out and cupped Jiang Ye's angular face in her hands, gently stroking the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin with her thumbs.

Witnessed by the vast starry sky and rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

Han Qingru closed her eyes, lowered her head, and pressed her soft, warm red lips deeply onto Jiang Ye's lips.

It was a deep and lingering kiss.

There was no raging plunder, only gentle, flowing tenderness and all-encompassing devotion.

Their breaths mingled, and their heartbeats could be clearly heard in the quiet bar.

At this moment, their feelings were completely intertwined, like two vines tightly entwined, inseparable.

……

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor apartment in the Donghu Apartment complex in downtown Hanzhou, bathing the messy yet spacious double bed in the bedroom.

Jiang Ye slowly awoke from a deep and contented sleep.

He subconsciously stretched out his long arm and reached out to touch the spot next to him.

The space was empty to the touch, with only a faint warmth remaining in the blankets.

Jiang Ye opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The air was still filled with the unique, faint scent of Han Qingru's perfume, a captivating blend of woody fragrance and feminine scent, which made one's heart flutter.

He threw back the thin blanket, slipped on his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as Jiang Ye entered the living room, he spotted the graceful figure in the open kitchen.

Han Qingru had obviously just taken a shower; her hair was still slightly damp and casually draped over her shoulders.

She wasn't wearing her own clothes, but rather a large white shirt that Jiang Ye usually wore. The hem of the shirt barely covered her long, straight legs, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

She was wearing a floral apron around her waist, standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula in her hand, skillfully frying eggs.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ye's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a fiery glint flashed in his eyes.

He moved quietly, like a silent cheetah, slowly approaching Han Qingru from behind.

Then, Jiang Ye stretched out his arms and tightly wrapped them around her slender waist from behind.

He lowered his head, rested his chin comfortably in the crook of Han Qingru's neck, closed his eyes, and greedily took a deep breath.

"Um……"

Han Qingru was startled by the sudden hug, and her body instinctively stiffened slightly.

But when she felt the familiar broad chest and burning body temperature behind her, she instantly relaxed and leaned softly into Jiang Ye's arms.

She playfully nudged Jiang Ye's chest with her elbow, her tone tinged with embarrassment and annoyance: "Stop it, 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 not only didn't let go, but instead tightened his arms as if he were being unreasonable, holding her even closer.

He leaned close to Han Qingru's ear and whispered in a deep, husky, and slightly seductive voice the crazy and enchanting details of the night in the bar in Cloud Top Town and back in the apartment.

"Last night...big sister, you were..."

Hearing Jiang Ye's explicit words, Han Qingru's cheeks instantly flushed red, and even the base of her fair neck turned bright red, as if it were about to bleed.

"You...you shut up!"

Han Qingru was so embarrassed that she could barely hold the spatula, and quickly reached out to cover Jiang Ye's mouth.

The two of them whispered sweet nothings and played around in the kitchen, which was filled with the aroma of scallions and fried eggs.

This ultimate tenderness, devoid of the aura of a billionaire CEO and the coldness of the business world, belonging only to the two of them, made Jiang Ye feel unprecedentedly grounded and at ease.

He held the woman tightly in his arms, feeling her body temperature and heartbeat.

Jiang Ye finally became certain that the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" he had been searching for all these years, the one that would allow him to completely let down his guard and exhaustion, was neither a business empire nor a scenic spot.

It was the woman in his arms.

Wherever she is, it is the Cloud Wasteland.

……

After a warm and sweet breakfast.

The two abandoned their relaxed and casual demeanor at home and changed into sharp formal attire.

Jiang Ye, dressed in a well-tailored black haute couture suit, exuded an aura of dominance and charisma. Han Qingru, on the other hand, changed into a sharp white business suit, her long hair pulled up high, transforming once again into the ruthless and decisive ice queen of the business world.

The two walked side by side into the headquarters building of Kunlun Capital.

Along the way, all the employees respectfully stopped and bowed to greet them.

In the luxurious conference room on the top floor.

The core senior management team of Kunlun Capital, including Lei Heng, Xia Yu and others, had all arrived and were sitting upright, waiting.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru pushed open the door and went in, sitting down in the two main seats at the front of the conference table.

After the meeting began, Han Qingru did not hesitate at all, stood up and walked to the huge whiteboard at the front of the conference room.

At that moment, she displayed the terrifying business acumen and overall control befitting a multinational female tycoon.

Han Qingru picked up a marker and quickly wrote the four characters "Cloud Wilderness Realm" on the whiteboard. Then she turned around and sharply scanned the entire room.

"Everyone, the 'Cloud Wilderness Realm' cultural tourism town has indeed experienced explosive growth after the turmoil caused by the Chu family, with both visitor traffic and revenue reaching new highs."

Han Qingru's voice was clear and decisive, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"But that's far from enough."

"The current popularity is largely built on the reversal of public opinion and the traffic dividend from President Jiang's personal brand. This dividend will fade over time. We need a phenomenal event to completely solidify 'Cloud Wilderness' as the absolute status of a 'national spiritual utopia,' making it an irreplaceable super symbol!"

Upon hearing this, the executives in the conference room all nodded, their expressions becoming serious.