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

After Xia Yu finished explaining, Han Qingru slowly stood up.

She was dressed in an elegant white business suit, with a gentle yet undeniable smile on her face.

"President Xia's plan is very ambitious and forward-looking. I personally agree with this general direction."

Han Qingru's voice was calm and unhurried, carrying a reassuring quality. She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and began to provide a comprehensive and insightful risk assessment of Xia Yu's proposal.

"However, the integration of anonymous online data with offline physical spaces faces significant privacy and compliance risks. A data breach or offline security incident would be devastating for the 'Yunhuang' brand."

Han Qingru drew several key nodes on the whiteboard:

"Therefore, I suggest establishing a 'data anonymization buffer' between 'SKY SOUL' and the physical space. At the same time, the admission mechanism for the offline space must incorporate third-party credit guarantees. What we need is a resonance of souls, not a lawless revelry."

The two top queens exchanged views at the conference table.

There's no melodramatic rivalry or backstabbing; only evenly matched business competition and a clash of top minds working together to build the same vast empire.

Jiang Ye stood between these two outstanding women, quietly listening to their exchange.

A strange sense of unease arose deep within him.

Xia Yu understands his ambition and business aspirations, and can accompany him to brave the waves and expand his business empire; while Han Qingru is the woman who can stabilize his rear when he is charging into battle, and provide him with the final resting place for his soul when he is tired.

This intense strategic meeting lasted until 11 p.m.

With all the details finalized, the executives, exhausted, gradually dispersed.

Han Qingru suffered from a migraine due to several days of intense work. Jiang Ye felt sorry for her and had the driver take her back to Donghu Apartment to rest.

The lights in the large CEO's office were dimmed.

Only Jiang Ye and Xia Yu remained, still checking the last few complex financial models on the computer.

When the clock struck 12:30 a.m., Jiang Ye finally pressed the save button and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally done."

After finishing all the work, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became subtly quiet.

Xia Yu stood up from the sofa, stretched out a big yawn, revealing her breathtaking curves.

She bent down, took off the high heels that had worn her out all day, and stepped barefoot onto the thick handmade wool carpet in the office.

Xia Yu walked to the bar and poured herself a strong cup of black coffee.

Holding her coffee cup, she didn't return to her seat, but slowly walked to Jiang Ye's boss's chair.

She didn't deliberately maintain that workplace safe distance, but instead leaned slightly forward, resting one hand on the back of Jiang Ye's chair, her eyes fixed on the dense data on the computer screen.

As she approached, the crisp, sophisticated woody fragrance emanating from her, mixed with the bitter aroma of black coffee in the cup, subtly seeped into Jiang Ye's nostrils.

This is a very mature and tempting flavor.

Xia Yu looked at Jiang Ye sitting in the chair, at his sharply defined profile, and suddenly her emotions became very complicated.

Countless memories flooded my mind like a tide.

She remembered the bowl of noodles Jiang Ye cooked for her in that dilapidated rented room in Xingcheng; she remembered Jiang Ye's broad back as he stood in front of her when she faced the Chu family's blacklist; and she remembered the magnificent fireworks display by the river.

She thought the fireworks were Jiang Ye's confession to her, but she never expected it to be just a beautiful misunderstanding.

Xia Yu suddenly turned her head.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes stared intently into Jiang Ye's eyes in the dim light.

Her voice became low and hoarse, carrying an undisguised allure and a hint of melancholy:

"Mr. Jiang, now that we've finished discussing work, shouldn't we talk about personal matters?"

Xia Yu's face was less than ten centimeters away from Jiang Ye's, her breath sweet as orchids:

"How long are you going to make me feel guilty about that misunderstanding with the max-level fireworks show? Can't you see that I...?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye's body stiffened slightly.

He looked up and met Xia Yu's gaze, which was full of aggression and intense emotion.

Xia Yu didn't back down as before; instead, she moved even closer. Their breaths almost mingled, and the temperature in the office seemed to rise instantly.

Faced with such a direct probing from a top beauty, Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Even a man would waver for a moment at this point.

However, the very next second that Jiang Ye's mind was slightly distracted, his mind immediately conjured up the image of Han Qingru in the kitchen of the Donghu Apartment, wearing a loose white shirt and cooking porridge for him; he also recalled the warm light that was always left on for him at home, no matter how late it was.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the slight agitation in his chest.

He didn't avoid Xia Yu's gaze, but instead subtly moved the boss's chair back half an inch, creating a dangerous distance between them.

Jiang Ye looked at Xia Yu, his tone calm yet incredibly firm, defusing the ambiguity:

"Mr. Xia, it's late."

"I should go home; someone is waiting for me."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the flame that had just ignited in Xia Yu's eyes.

Xia Yu's hand, which was resting on the back of the chair, trembled slightly.

Looking at Jiang Ye's restrained and clear-headed demeanor, a deep sense of loss and bitterness flashed in her eyes.

She straightened up, her fingers, which were holding the coffee cup, turning slightly white from the force.

Xia Yu took a deep breath and forced a flawless professional smile: "President Jiang is right, it's late, time to go home. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned and walked to the sofa, put on her high heels, picked up her coat, and quickly walked out of the office.

Only after entering the elevator and watching the floor numbers drop did Xia Yu lean weakly against the elevator wall.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with Jiang Ye's words, "Someone is waiting for me."

Xia Yu discovered that although she was invincible in the business world, she still couldn't let go of Jiang Ye. This obsession with unrequited love was like a thorn in her heart, causing her great distress, yet she felt helpless about it.

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