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

Jiang Ye leaned forward slightly, his deep eyes becoming incredibly complex at that moment.

Through the headphones, the once aloof and arrogant top female CEO of Hanzhou is now dissecting her soul in the virtual world of the internet, speaking in such a humble and desperate tone, like a pitiful worm.

Listening to Shen Qinghan recount her humble act of hiding on a street corner to catch a glimpse of her daughter every day, listening to her heartbreaking confession.

For a fleeting moment.

Jiang Ye's heart was indeed gently tugged by a bittersweet emotion.

After all, she was the woman he had loved deeply for three years, the woman he had humbled and fawned over for three years. Seeing her reduced to this state, it would be a lie to say he felt absolutely nothing.

but.

This emotion lasted for less than two seconds.

Jiang Ye closed his eyes.

Countless images flashed through his mind instantly.

He recalled the scene in the living room of the Shen family villa, where Shen Xinyu took that heavy ashtray and smashed it hard against his forehead; the stinging sensation of blood flowing into his eyes was still vivid in his mind.

He recalled Shen Qinghan's cold-blooded face when she didn't hesitate to kick him out of the house in order to secure the Chu family's investment.

He recalled the ease and decisiveness with which Shen Qinghan seemed to have shed a huge burden as she signed the divorce agreement at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Jiang Ye suddenly opened his eyes.

He took a deep breath, completely crushing the faint soreness in his chest.

His gaze returned to its former hardness and coldness, devoid of any warmth.

Jiang Ye looked at the audio progress bar on the computer screen, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't offer any words of comfort or a thumbs up.

Instead, he simply moved the mouse and pressed the "Delete" key without hesitation.

"Confirm deletion of this Time Tree Post?"

"confirm."

With a click of the mouse, Jiang Ye threw the voice message, which carried all of Shen Qinghan's regrets, along with those unbearable memories of the past, into the virtual trash can, completely erasing it.

Belated affection is worth less than grass.

Some injuries, once inflicted, leave a lifelong mark that can never be erased.

……

As competition in the domestic cultural tourism market intensifies, major capital players are rushing in to acquire land.

In order to maintain Huaxia Cultural Tourism's absolute leading position in the industry, Xia Yu put forward an extremely crazy, even shocking, expansion plan at the board meeting in Yanjing.

She wants to create a second "Cloud Wasteland" in the heart of the Taklamakan Desert, known as the "Sea of ​​Death" in Northwest China!

Xia Yu's vision is to perfectly combine the extreme desolation and cruelty of nature with the ultimate luxury brought by modern technology, creating a completely isolated "starry desert utopia."

There, visitors can drive all-terrain vehicles through the desert during the day and fall asleep at night in a fully transparent starry sky dome suite, watching the vast Milky Way.

The plan immediately caused a huge uproar within China Culture & Tourism Group.

"Mr. Xia, are you crazy? Building infrastructure in the heart of the desert costs more than ten times the cost of doing so in the inland areas!"

"This project requires an initial investment of up to 20 billion! Moreover, the construction is extremely difficult; if a sandstorm hits, all the investment will be wasted!"

"I strongly oppose this plan! It's far too risky; it's gambling with the company's future!"

The conservatives on the board were outraged and strongly opposed this insane plan.

Faced with enormous resistance, Xia Yu did not back down.

She knew that relying solely on the internal resources of China Cultural Tourism Group was insufficient to advance this project. She needed an ally who was equally passionate and decisive.

So, Xia Yu, carrying a thick stack of proposals, flew to Hanzhou overnight and went straight to the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

In the top-floor conference room of Kunlun Capital.

Xia Yu stood in front of the projector, her eyes shining, like a fervent preacher, describing to Jiang Ye the grand blueprint of that desert utopia.

"President Jiang, the cultural tourism market in mainland China is already a red ocean; we must find new blue oceans!"

"The Taklamakan Desert is a true no-man's-land! If we can build 'Cloud Wilderness Realm' there, it will become a unique and top-tier cultural and tourism landmark in the world! Wealthy people and young people seeking the ultimate experience will flock there in droves!"

Xia Yu spoke very quickly, and every word was highly persuasive.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, looking at the woman in front of him who was willing to do anything for her career and exuded a wild radiance.

Listening to Xia Yu's description, Jiang Ye's adventurous spirit was completely ignited.

Deep down, he was never a content person. He craved challenges and longed to conquer seemingly impossible tasks.

"Brother Jiang, we need to be careful about this."

Sitting next to him, Lei Heng looked at the budget report that amounted to 20 billion yuan and couldn't help but swallow hard. He whispered a reminder: "Building a hotel in the desert is simply throwing money into a bottomless pit."

Jiang Ye ignored Lei Heng's advice.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and stared intently at Xia Yu.

"Great! I'm investing in this project!"

Jiang Ye overruled objections and immediately decided: "Kunlun Capital will lead the investment with 15 billion yuan, and Huaxia Cultural Tourism will contribute the remaining 5 million yuan. We will jointly develop this desert utopia!"

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's decision, Xia Yu's eyes blazed with ecstatic joy.

She knew that in this world, only Jiang Ye could understand her madness, and only Jiang Ye dared to go crazy with her!

The two stood at the conference table, their hands clasped tightly together.

Seeing the identical madness and ambition in Jiang Ye and Xia Yu's eyes, Lei Heng was horrified. He suddenly felt that the two's tacit understanding in business was simply outrageous.

News of Jiang Ye's decision to invest 1.5 billion yuan in the Taklamakan Desert Utopia project quickly reached Donghu Apartments.

night.

In the spacious and bright walk-in closet, Han Qingru was squatting on the floor, carefully helping Jiang Ye pack his luggage for his business trip to Northwest China.

She neatly folded several windproof and warm rain jackets and put them at the bottom of her suitcase, along with a few boxes of her usual cold and stomach medicine.

Jiang Ye leaned against the doorframe of the dressing room, holding a glass of red wine, and excitedly told Han Qingru about his crazy desert utopia idea.

"Sister, can you imagine? Building a completely transparent stargazing hotel in a desolate, sandy desert. During the day, you can drive an off-road vehicle and surf the dunes, and at night, you can see the Milky Way from your bed. This would absolutely be a miracle in the history of cultural tourism in China!"

Jiang Ye's tone was full of excitement, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of fervent light that only appears when facing a great challenge.

Han Qingru stopped what she was doing, looked up, and gazed at Jiang Ye's ambitious and energetic face.

She smiled and nodded, agreeing, "It does sound amazing. If it's built, it will definitely attract many tourists seeking the ultimate experience."

However, behind Han Qingru's gentle smile, a vague and indescribable worry rose in her heart.

She knows Jiang Ye too well.

Jiang Ye is, at heart, a wild horse that yearns for freedom and craves challenges. He enjoys the thrill of dancing on the edge of a cliff and the sense of accomplishment from conquering the unknown.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, was the woman who could go crazy with him and dance on the edge of a cliff with him. Their tacit understanding in business, and their madness in pursuing their goals at all costs, were qualities that Han Qingru lacked.

Han Qingru lowered her head and looked at the white shirt she was folding in her hands.

She suddenly wondered if her mundane home life, revolving around the kitchen and international conferences every day, might become a shackle that hindered Jiang Ye from soaring to great heights.

She could provide Jiang Ye with a warm home, but she couldn't give him the ultimate thrill of navigating the turbulent business world.