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

at the same time.

On a dilapidated street in the old town of Hanju.

Shen Qinghan, the once high-and-mighty and invincible number one beauty CEO of Hanzhou, is now experiencing the darkest and most humiliating moment of her life.

Since the Shen family went bankrupt and the Chu family was destroyed, Shen Qinghan has completely lost everything.

Gone were her mansion, her luxury cars, and her sycophantic followers. All her bank cards were frozen, and her designer bags and jewelry were used to pay off debts.

After a period of silence, in order to survive and have a full meal, this once pampered young lady who never lifted a finger and only wore haute couture has now had to put aside all her dignity and work part-time washing dishes at a cheap fast food restaurant.

The kitchen of the fast food restaurant was filled with a pungent smell of cooking oil and the sour stench of fermenting leftover food.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a greasy apron, her hands soaking in dirty water full of dish soap and grease. Her hands, which were once as white as jade, were now white, wrinkled, and even cracked with several bleeding cuts.

"Hurry up! There aren't enough plates left in front, what are you dawdling about!"

The fast food restaurant owner, with a large belly, stood at the kitchen door and shouted at Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes, and quickened her pace as she washed the dishes.

That noon, the fast food restaurant was packed with working people having lunch.

On the old television set hanging on the lobby wall, a massive promotional video for the "Cloud Wasteland: Soul Echo Art Festival" was playing.

Shen Qinghan was carrying a stack of washed dishes when she was frozen in place by the scene on the television screen as she walked into the lobby.

on the screen.

Jiang Ye wore a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit, his posture upright and his aura powerful. Standing beside him, Han Qingru wore an elegant white dress, her beauty breathtaking.

The two stood side by side under the spotlight, facing countless media cameras, speaking eloquently and receiving the adoration and praise of the entire internet.

They were so dazzling, so perfectly matched, as if they were born to stand together.

Shen Qinghan stared blankly at the radiant man on the screen.

That was her ex-husband.

The man she once regarded as trash, whose dignity she trampled on, and who she even personally kicked out of her home.

Now, he stands at the pinnacle of China's business world, a multi-billionaire she can't even look up to. Meanwhile, she's been reduced to washing dishes in this stinking fast-food restaurant.

The stark contrast was like a thousand poisonous needles, piercing Shen Qinghan's heart.

"Snapped!"

Shen Qinghan's hands trembled, and the stack of washed dishes in her hands crashed heavily to the ground, shattering into pieces. The sound of breaking porcelain was particularly jarring in the noisy fast food restaurant.

"What are you doing! Are you blind? These plates are free!"

Upon hearing the noise, the boss charged over like an enraged bull, pointing his finger at Shen Qinghan and launching into a tirade of abuse:

"You're so clumsy! You can't even wash a dish properly! Do you think you're some rich young lady? Get out! You won't get a penny of your wages today, so get out of here!"

Shen Qinghan slumped down on the floor, which was covered in oil stains and broken porcelain shards.

She neither argued nor begged for mercy.

Tears of regret welled up in her eyes like a burst dam, mingling with the dirty water on the ground and ruining her once exquisite face.

She was in unbearable pain and wished she could disappear into the ground.

If she hadn't been so materialistic back then, if she had given Jiang Ye just a little trust and respect, wouldn't she be the woman standing beside that man now, enjoying immense glory?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

……

A weekend afternoon.

The sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru took Shen Xinyu to the most bustling Henglong Plaza in downtown Hanzhou.

The little girl has grown quite a bit taller and gained some weight recently. Under Han Qingru's patient and gentle guidance, Shen Xinyu has completely shed the spoiled and fierce qualities she picked up in the Shen family.

She became well-behaved, sensible, and polite, just like a little angel.

"Qingru's mom, look how pretty that pink dress is!"

Shen Xinyu pointed to a princess dress in a children's clothing store window and exclaimed excitedly.

She has now gotten used to calling Han Qingru "Qingru Mom," and she does so with perfect naturalness and affection.

Hearing this address, Han Qingru's cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes were full of gentle smiles. She didn't correct Shen Xinyu, but gladly accepted the address.

"Okay, let's go in and try it on. Xinyu will definitely look like a little princess in it." Han Qingru held Shen Xinyu's little hand and walked into the children's clothing store with a smile.

Jiang Ye, like a dutiful super dad, followed behind the two carrying shopping bags of various sizes.

After buying the clothes, the family of three walked out of Hang Lung Plaza.

Jiang Ye carried a shopping bag in one hand and held Han Qingru's soft hand tightly in the other. Shen Xinyu, on the other hand, happily rode on Jiang Ye's broad neck, holding a large cotton candy in her hand, smiling like a flower.

The sunlight shone on them, creating an extremely heartwarming scene that drew envious glances from passersby.

At this time.

Shen Qinghan, who had just been kicked out of the fast food restaurant by the owner for breaking a plate, was walking dejectedly on the street outside the square.

She was wearing an old, greasy, and smelly dress, her hair disheveled, looking like a homeless vagrant.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Shen Qinghan clearly saw what was happening outside the square.

She saw her daughter riding on Jiang Ye's shoulders, smiling radiantly; she saw the ultimate tenderness in Jiang Ye's eyes when he looked at Han Qingru, a tenderness she had once been so familiar with but could never find again.

that moment.

Shen Qinghan's heart felt as if it were being frantically cut and strangled by ten thousand rusty, dull knives!

pain!

A pain that cuts to the bone!

She wanted to rush out, to shout that it was her husband, that was her daughter! She wanted to push the woman who had taken everything from her away from Jiang Ye!

but.

When she looked down and saw the filthy clothes she was wearing that smelled sour, and her rough hands covered in cracks, she realized that...

She didn't even have the courage to take a step.

What right does she have to ruin that beauty? The way she is now will only frighten her daughter and disgust Jiang Ye.

Like a rat that can't be seen in the light, Shen Qinghan hurriedly hid behind a large trash can by the roadside.

She covered her mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound, and tears fell like broken beads. She cried so hard that she could hardly breathe.

……