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

At this moment, Han Qingru looked haggard, her hair disheveled by the helicopter's airflow. Her eyes were red, clearly from crying for a long time.

It turns out that after learning yesterday evening that the survey team had lost contact in the no-man's land, Han Qingru, who was far away in Hanzhou, went completely insane.

She disregarded everything, turning down all multinational conferences worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and mobilized all her personal connections and resources to overnight gather the country's top desert search and rescue team.

She didn't even bring any bodyguards; she flew to Northwest China overnight and personally boarded the first search and rescue helicopter to participate in the search and rescue operation.

The moment Han Qingru landed and saw Jiang Ye standing safely on the sand dune.

She no longer cared about maintaining the dignity of a billionaire female CEO, nor did she care about the gazes of the search and rescue team members and Xia Yu around her.

She stumbled and ran towards Jiang Ye like a madwoman, throwing herself into his arms.

"Ono! Ono!"

Han Qingru clung tightly to Jiang Ye's neck, crying her heart out, her body trembling violently.

"You scared me to death! Do you have no idea how terrified I was! If anything happened to you, I wouldn't want to live anymore!"

Jiang Ye held the woman in his arms tightly, a woman who was willing to give up her life for him.

Feeling her body tremble, feeling her unreserved love.

At this moment, the scales in Jiang Ye's heart tipped completely.

He finally understood that no matter how wonderful the outside world was, no matter how many women could accompany him in his business endeavors.

This older sister, who was willing to risk her life for him and give up everything for him, was his only true home in this life.

Jiang Ye lowered his head and kissed Han Qingru's tear-stained lips deeply.

Xia Yu was standing not far away.

Looking at the two people embracing tightly, as if they had become one.

She silently turned away, completely concealing the deep loneliness and heartbreak in her eyes amidst the swirling sandstorm.

. . .

After returning to Hanzhou from the brink of death in the Northwest, Jiang Ye and Xia Yu immediately threw themselves into their intense work without any rest.

Having withstood the test of that massive sandstorm, the "Cloud Wilderness: Desert Starry Sky" project not only survived but was officially launched with an even more resolute attitude.

half a month later.

At the Hanzhou International Conference Center, Kunlun Capital and Huaxia Cultural Tourism jointly held a grand project launch event.

At the press conference, flashbulbs were going off as representatives from hundreds of mainstream media outlets and investment institutions gathered together.

Xia Yu, dressed in a well-tailored black haute couture business suit and wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, walked confidently onto the podium.

At this moment, she had completely shed the vulnerability and helplessness she had felt in the desolate desert. She had regained her impeccable aura as an ice queen, her eyes sharp and brimming with confidence.

Xia Yu stood on the stage and spoke eloquently.

With precise data and highly persuasive language, she painted a grand and captivating picture of the "Starry Desert Utopia" business blueprint located deep in the Taklamakan Desert.

The investors in the audience were thrilled and erupted in applause.

After the press conference concluded successfully, we were in the VIP lounge.

Xia Yu, carrying two glasses of champagne, walked up to Jiang Ye and Han Qingru.

Her smile was bright and open, without the slightest hint of awkwardness or embarrassment.

"President Jiang, Chairman Han, congratulations on the successful launch of our press conference." Xia Yu handed one of the champagne glasses to Han Qingru and gently clinked his own glass against hers.

"I have completed the preliminary planning and core framework for the desert project. Huaxia Cultural Tourism will send its most professional team to be stationed in Northwest China to follow up on the subsequent implementation and daily operations."

Xia Yu paused at this point.

Her gaze passed over Han Qingru and fell deeply on Jiang Ye.

That single glance contained so many complex emotions: relief, regret, and a lingering attachment hidden deep in the heart.

But she quickly and perfectly concealed these emotions.

"Next, I'm going back to the headquarters in Yanjing. Huaxia Cultural Tourism still has several major projects overseas that I need to develop."

Xia Yu tilted her head back and drank the champagne in her glass in one gulp.

She didn't persist, nor did she show the slightest weakness. She transformed all her ambition and resentment into a sharp weapon for conquering new territories in the business world.

Since I can't win that man's heart, I'll carve out my own empire in the business world!

……

Our gaze returns to the old town of Hanju.

The humble flower shop on that remote street corner, which didn't even have a sign, gradually saw its business pick up.

Shen Qinghan is no longer the wealthy woman who only complains about the unfairness of fate and blames everyone else.

She gets up at five o'clock every morning, rides a dilapidated second-hand tricycle to the flower wholesale market in the suburbs to buy flowers. In order to save a few yuan in handling fees, she grits her teeth and carries the heavy bundles of flowers onto the tricycle herself.

Back in the shop, she meticulously trimmed and arranged each bouquet of flowers with her calloused and scarred hands.

She carefully flattened out every penny she earned and stored it in an iron box.

She worked so hard just so that she could buy her daughter a decent, presentable gift for Shen Xinyu's birthday next month.

That afternoon.

Han Qingru was dressed in an elegant black evening gown, preparing to attend an important charity gala hosted by the business community of Hanzhou City.

As her Rolls-Royce drove through the old town, the car suddenly made a strange noise and broke down on the side of the road.

The driver quickly got out of the car to check and contacted a tow truck for assistance.

While waiting for rescue, Han Qingru felt a bit stuffy in the car, so she pushed open the car door and got out.

She looked around and her gaze was drawn to a cozy-looking flower shop on the street corner. Although the shop was simple, the flowers displayed at the entrance were very fresh and tastefully arranged.

Thinking that flowers might be needed at the banquet, Han Qingru stepped into the flower shop.

"Welcome! What kind of flowers would you like to order?"

Shen Qinghan, who was arranging roses with her head down, turned around instinctively when she heard footsteps.

The moment their eyes met.

The air in the flower shop seemed to freeze suddenly.

Both women froze on the spot.

Han Qingru looked at the woman in front of her, a hint of undisguised astonishment flashing in her eyes.

Shen Qinghan wore a faded old shirt with an apron covered in mud and water stains. She wore no makeup, her complexion was somewhat sallow, and her hair was casually tied back.

What shocked Han Qingru the most was Shen Qinghan's hands.

Those once delicate hands, used only for wearing pigeon-egg diamond rings and getting top-notch manicures, are now covered with rough calluses and tiny scratches from flower thorns.

Han Qingru never imagined that the once arrogant and high-and-mighty eldest daughter of the Shen family would fall to such a state.

Moreover, what surprised Han Qingru even more was...

The aggressive and resentful look in Shen Qinghan's eyes was gone, replaced by a calm and world-weary look that had been worn down by life.

The atmosphere in the flower shop was eerily quiet.

Looking at the radiant, noble, and elegant Han Qingru before her, Shen Qinghan felt a surge of inferiority wash over her, instantly overwhelming her.

She hurriedly rubbed her hands vigorously on her apron, trying to cover the dirt on them.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Han Qingru in the eye, and called out in a hoarse voice:

"Chairman Han."

Looking at Shen Qinghan's uneasy appearance, Han Qingru felt no sense of satisfaction from revenge.

She neither mocked nor kicked someone when they were down.

Han Qingru quietly looked at Shen Qinghan, her gaze sweeping over her scarred hands again, and a complex feeling welled up in her heart.

Fate, sometimes, truly is the fairest judge.

Han Qingru walked to the flower bucket, picked out a bunch of pure white lilies, and handed them to Shen Qinghan.

"Could you please wrap this up for me?"

Shen Qinghan took the lilies with trembling hands, skillfully wrapped them in wrapping paper, and tied them with a ribbon.

As Han Qingru scanned the QR code to pay, she looked at Shen Qinghan and said in a calm but sincere tone:

"Shen Qinghan, it's good that you can put aside your past pride and live on your own two hands."

"Xinyu is very happy now, and Xiaoye is taking good care of her. You are still Shen Xinyu's mother, and that's an unchangeable fact. I hope you are doing well."

Upon hearing these words, Shen Qinghan's body trembled violently.

Tears fell silently onto the wrapping paper, spreading out a water stain.

She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out, and nodded heavily.

……