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

At this moment, Shen Qinghan was wearing an old apron that was faded and even a little torn at the edges. Her hair was casually tied back with a black rubber band, and a few stray strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks. In her hand, she was tightly gripping a pair of rusty pruning shears used for trimming flower branches.

The moment Shen Qinghan saw Jiang Ye and her daughter appear at the same time, she was completely stunned, frozen in place, unable to move.

Her eyes instantly turned red in a fraction of a second, and large tears welled up in them. Her lips trembled violently, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a soft sound.

She stared intently at Jiang Ye's familiar yet unfamiliar face, suppressing sobs in her throat, but dared not utter a single word, "Jiang Ye."

She is afraid.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would shatter this illusory dream; she was even more afraid that her disheveled and filthy appearance would invite Jiang Ye's merciless ridicule and disgust.

Shen Xinyu hid behind Jiang Ye, peeking out half of her head.

The little girl was completely stunned when she saw her mother, who had changed so drastically. In her memory, her mother always wore the most beautiful dresses, had the most exquisite makeup, and was aloof and superior. But this aunt, covered in dirt, with rough hands and a haggard face, made her feel an instinctive sense of unfamiliarity and fear.

Shen Xinyu timidly shrank back behind Jiang Ye's legs, her small hands tightly gripping Jiang Ye's trouser leg.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Ye's deep eyes the moment he saw Shen Qinghan clearly.

He never imagined that the once arrogant and chameleon-like CEO of Hanzhou, who refused to wear anything but haute couture, would end up running a cheap flower shop in this dilapidated corner without even a sign.

However, this slight surprise lasted for less than half a second before Jiang Ye perfectly concealed it.

There was no mocking smile on his face, no angry accusation, and he didn't even glance at Shen Qinghan.

Jiang Ye's gaze passed over Shen Qinghan's trembling shoulders and landed on the plastic buckets filled with sunflowers behind her.

He spoke in a cold yet polite tone, as if he were dealing with a complete stranger.

"Please pack a bunch of sunflowers and pay by scanning the QR code."

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the entire flower shop seemed to drop to freezing point.

This utter indifference, this complete disregard as if she were air, hurt Shen Qinghan more than any vicious curse or any loud slap!

If Jiang Ye scolds her, if Jiang Ye mocks her, it at least shows that Jiang Ye still has a shadow of her in his heart, even if it is hatred.

But now, all Jiang Ye could see was a deathly stillness.

Shen Qinghan felt as if her heart had been crushed by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She fought back her tears, refusing to let them fall. She put down the scissors, turned around, and with her hands, covered in scars and calluses and trembling violently, pulled out a few of the most vibrant sunflowers from the bucket.

The wrapping paper rustled in her hands as she struggled several times to manage to tie the bouquet securely with a cheap ribbon.

Shen Qinghan turned around, lowered her head, and dared not look into Jiang Ye's eyes, nor did she dare look at her daughter hiding behind Jiang Ye.

She held the bouquet of sunflowers in both hands and handed it over tremblingly.

Jiang Ye extended a hand and took the bouquet.

"drop--"

He took out his phone, scanned the QR code on the wall, and paid.

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Ye didn't say another word. He took Shen Xinyu's hand, turned around, pushed open the glass door, and walked out of the flower shop without looking back.

"jingle--"

The wind chimes rang again, followed by the deep roar of the Rolls-Royce engine starting up, and the car gradually drove away.

The flower shop fell silent once again.

Shen Qinghan stood there blankly, staring at the empty doorway.

"Clatter".

A tear finally fell onto the muddy ground.

Then came the second drop, the third drop...

Shen Qinghan's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground covered with fallen flowers and withered leaves. She covered her face with her hands, and the sobs she had been suppressing for so long finally burst forth.

She wept uncontrollably amidst the fallen flowers, her cries heart-wrenching, as if she wanted to cry out all the regrets and pain of her life in that one moment.

……

With the nationwide explosion of the "Cloud Wilderness: Echoes of the Soul" Faceless Artists Festival, Cloud Top Town has become one of the top cultural and tourism landmarks in China.

The collaboration between Kunlun Capital and China Tourism Group has officially entered a more complex phase.

To advance the next strategic plan, Xia Yu, the chief strategy officer of Huaxia Cultural Tourism, led a large team of dozens of industry elites from Yanjing to Hanzhou and officially moved into the Kunlun Capital headquarters building.

10:00 AM.

The largest and most luxurious conference room on the top floor of Kunlun Capital was packed.

Xia Yu stood in front of the giant electronic screen. Today, she was wearing a burgundy haute couture suit, the sharp lines of which perfectly accentuated her tall figure. She wore black stilettos, exuding an overwhelming queen-like aura.

"Everyone, the success of 'Cloud Wilderness Realm' is just the first step we have taken."

Xia Yu held a laser pointer in her hand, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire room, her voice clear and powerful:

"Today, on behalf of China Tourism Group, I present to Kunlun Capital a grand and ambitious business plan."

The screen then switched to display a large and complex network topology diagram.

"I propose that we deeply integrate the underlying data model of our anonymous social networking app 'SKY SOUL,' which boasts hundreds of millions of users under Huaxia Cultural Tourism, with high-quality cultural and tourism resources across the country!"

"We aim to build a nationwide physical network called the 'Cloud Wasteland Metaverse'!"

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the conference room.

This plan is insane!

Ignoring the crowd's shock, Xia Yu continued to showcase her chilling business acumen:

"Online, users can confide, socialize, and build virtual soul bonds in 'SKY SOUL'; offline, we bring these bonds to life. We have built physical spaces themed 'Cloud Wasteland' in the core business districts and scenic spots of major cities across the country."

"Through big data algorithms, we accurately match users' psychological needs, allowing those who resonate with each other online to meet in the offline 'Cloud Wasteland Space.' This is not just cultural tourism; it's reshaping the social ecosystem of modern people!"

Xia Yu spoke eloquently on stage, every data point she cited was incredibly precise, and every logical loop she established was impeccable. She was like a commanding general, surveying the landscape of the business world.

Jiang Ye sat at the head of the conference table.

He placed his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on the radiant woman on the stage.

Jiang Ye's eyes flashed with undisguised admiration.

Xia Yu's ambition, her boldness, and her madness in breaking all conventions to achieve her goals all deeply resonated with Jiang Ye's deep-seated desire for a business empire.

Han Qingru, sitting next to Jiang Ye, exuded a completely different kind of top-tier charm.