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

night.

The two lay on the large double bed.

As usual, Han Qingru nestled obediently in Jiang Ye's arms. Listening to Jiang Ye's strong heartbeat, she remained silent for a long time before softly speaking:

"Ono, the conditions are too harsh for this research trip to the Northwest, so I won't go with you."

Jiang Ye paused for a moment, then looked down at the woman in his arms: "What's wrong? Can't you get away from the company?"

"Yes, several acquisitions at the overseas branch are at a critical stage, and I need to keep an eye on them," Han Qingru said, making an excuse. She then added, "Besides, President Xia is much more professional than me in cultural tourism development. I feel at ease with her by your side."

Jiang Ye did not notice the hint of inferiority and concession hidden in Han Qingru's tone.

He just felt that his older sister was working too hard, so he hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and promised, "Okay, you stay home and wait for me. I'll fly back to be with you as soon as the inspection is over."

……

three days later.

Jiang Ye and Xia Yu led a survey team composed of top domestic geological experts and architectural designers deep into the heart of the Taklamakan Desert.

The environment here is a hundred times worse than they imagined.

During the day, the surface temperature can reach over 50 degrees Celsius, with scorching heat that feels like it could bake you alive; but at night, the temperature drops sharply to freezing, with biting cold winds.

During a field survey deep in an uninhabited area, the convoy encountered a rare and massive sandstorm in the desert.

A fierce wind whipped up a cloud of yellow sand, obscuring the sky and reducing visibility to less than five meters in an instant. The whole world seemed to have turned into a chaotic yellow hell.

"Boom!"

The wind howled deafeningly outside the car.

All communication equipment malfunctioned due to the strong magnetic field interference. Several heavy off-road vehicles completely lost their way in the rolling sand dunes.

The lead car carrying Jiang Ye and Xia Yu swerved to avoid a quicksand pit that suddenly appeared ahead. As a result, the car lost control and plunged into a huge sand pit.

After a series of muffled, unusual noises from the engine, it broke down completely.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Ye slammed his hand on the steering wheel, trying to restart the engine, but it didn't respond.

Outside the car window, a fierce wind, carrying sand, lashed against the car body, producing a teeth-grinding screeching sound. Inside the car, the temperature began to drop sharply as night fell.

On the edge of life and death, when facing the destructive power of nature.

Xia Yu completely shed the strong and cold facade she usually wore as a female CEO.

She was, after all, just a woman.

The temperature inside the carriage was dropping lower and lower, and Xia Yu was shivering with cold, her face as pale as paper. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her hands gripped the seatbelt tightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye did not hesitate to take off his thick windproof jacket, lean over, and wrap Xia Yu tightly in it.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Xia Yu, trying to warm her with his body heat.

In the dark and despairing carriage, feeling the warmth emanating from Jiang Ye, Xia Yu's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

She hugged Jiang Ye tightly around the waist, buried her face in his chest, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Eno..."

Xia Yu's voice, choked with sobs, sounded exceptionally clear in the silent carriage:

"If we can get out of here alive, I don't want anything. I don't want any business empire, and I don't want any shares in China Tourism Group."

"I only want you..."

Hearing Xia Yu's heartfelt and unreserved confession, Jiang Ye looked at the fragile woman in his arms and was caught in a deep dilemma.

The sandstorm lasted all night.

In the cold carriage, Xia Yu nestled tightly in Jiang Ye's arms. The sound of their heartbeats could be clearly heard in the silent and dangerous desert night.

Faced with Xia Yu's confession, Jiang Ye's heart was in turmoil.

He had to admit that Xia Yu was a captivating woman. She understood his ambition and could fight alongside him in the business world with decisive ruthlessness. And at this moment, the extreme vulnerability she displayed greatly aroused Jiang Ye's protective instincts as a man.

There were a few moments when Jiang Ye almost lost himself in the tenderness amidst this desperate situation.

however.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch Xia Yu's tear-streaked cheeks.

Suddenly, the warm light that was always on for him in the Donghu Apartment flashed into his mind; the image of Han Qingru in the old house, wearing a white shirt, cooking porridge for him, appeared in his mind.

There's also what Han Qingru once said to him: "Xiao Ye, no matter how high or far you fly outside, your big sister will always be your home."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the fog in Jiang Ye's mind.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath of the cold air in the carriage, forcibly suppressing the slight tremor in his heart.

He didn't stroke Xia Yu's cheek, but gently patted her back.

Jiang Ye's voice was hoarse from thirst, but his tone was unusually firm:

"Xia Yu, don't talk nonsense."

"We are the best comrades-in-arms, the best partners. I will get you out of here alive, I promise."

"But someone has already moved into my heart. It's full, and there's no room for anyone else."

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's resolute words, Xia Yu's body stiffened abruptly.

She looked up, using the dim light from outside the car, and gazed into Jiang Ye's clear and determined eyes.

Xia Yu's eyes instantly turned red.

Tears streamed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

But she didn't cry hysterically like the women in those idol dramas, nor did she question Jiang Ye about why.

She just gave a bitter smile and said in a trembling voice:

"I see."

"Don't worry, I, Xia Yu, am not the kind of woman who clings on relentlessly. Since you don't have feelings for me, I won't bother you anymore."

At this point, Xia Yu paused, a deep pain and confusion showing in her eyes:

"But Jiang Ye, tell me, how am I supposed to forget you?"

Why is it that every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is you? Why do I unconsciously think of you no matter what I do?

Xia Yu reached out and grabbed Jiang Ye's collar tightly, her voice tinged with pleading:

"Please give me back my soul, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he was deeply moved.

Looking into Xia Yu's pained eyes, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He could only silently hold Xia Yu tighter, letting her cry silently in his arms.

The next morning.

The sandstorm that raged all night has finally subsided.

Golden sunlight spilled onto the rolling sand dunes, restoring the entire desert to its brutal yet magnificent beauty.

Jiang Ye pushed open the somewhat deformed car door and crawled out of the car.

Just as he was preparing to climb the highest sand dune and hike to find rescue.

Suddenly, the roar of helicopter rotors came from the sky, growing louder as it approached.

"Buzzing—"

Jiang Ye looked up and saw several heavy rescue helicopters bearing the Kunlun Capital logo appearing in the sky above the sand dunes as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens.

The helicopter created a huge gust of air and hovered a dozen meters above the ground.

The hatch was suddenly pushed open.

A rope ladder was thrown down.

Immediately afterwards, a figure wearing a thin trench coat slid down the rope ladder without regard for anything else.

When Jiang Ye saw the figure clearly, he was completely stunned.

It's Han Qingru!