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Time flies.

Jiang Ye's thirty-first birthday arrived quietly.

Lei Heng originally proposed to book the entire banquet hall of the most prestigious five-star hotel in Hanzhou to hold a grand birthday banquet for Jiang Ye and invite all the prominent figures in Hanzhou to celebrate.

But Jiang Ye refused without hesitation.

Having weathered so many storms, what he craves most now is the simple, everyday life he enjoys.

He took Han Qingru and Shen Xinyu back to the old house in the countryside.

To celebrate Jiang Ye's birthday, Han Qingru canceled all her international meetings and work commitments a day in advance. She changed into casual clothes and went to the town's market herself, carefully selecting Jiang Ye's favorite ingredients.

It was evening.

The courtyard of the old house was filled with warm-toned ambient lights, all arranged by Han Qingru.

An enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, Han Qingru skillfully tossed and stirred the food, preparing a large table of sumptuous home-style dishes. There was braised pork, steamed sea bass, and braised prawns, all of which Jiang Ye loved to eat.

Shen Xinyu then mysteriously ran up to Jiang Ye and took out a painting she had drawn from behind her back.

"Happy birthday, Dad! This is a gift from Xinyu!"

Jiang Ye took the painting and immediately burst into laughter.

In the painting, Jiang Ye is riding a cool motorcycle, with Shen Xinyu and Han Qingru on his back. Although the brushstrokes are immature, the picture is full of childlike innocence and happiness.

Jiang Ye picked Shen Xinyu up and kissed her hard on the cheek.

Looking at Han Qingru busy in the kitchen, and then at her giggling daughter in her arms.

Jiang Ye's sense of satisfaction reached its peak at this moment.

I was halfway through dinner.

Han Qingru put down her chopsticks, took out an exquisite velvet box from her pocket, and handed it to Jiang Ye.

"Happy birthday, Ono. Open it and take a look."

Jiang Ye curiously opened the box, inside which lay a guitar pick with an antique design and exquisite craftsmanship. The pick was made from a rare meteorite material and engraved with the initials "JY" of Jiang Ye's name.

"This is..." Jiang Ye was somewhat surprised.

"I know you've always loved music. Back when you were singing in bars, you treasured that old guitar like a precious gem." Han Qingru looked at him gently. "This pick is made from a meteorite I had someone find overseas, and a master craftsman hand-polished it. I hope that no matter how busy you are in the future, you won't give up your hobby."

Jiang Ye held the cold pick, a warm feeling welling up inside him.

Just then.

Suddenly, a loud car engine noise came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Bang!"

The courtyard gate was kicked open.

Lei Heng stormed in, accompanied by a group of senior executives from Kunlun Capital, carrying large bags of barbecue ingredients and cases of beer, shouting and yelling.

"Brother Jiang! You think you can hide in the countryside and the brothers won't find you?"

Lei Heng laughed heartily and directed his men to set up the barbecue grill.

"We're not leaving until we're completely drunk tonight!"

What was supposed to be a cozy family dinner instantly turned into a lively carnival.

Everyone lit a charcoal fire in the courtyard, grilled meat skewers, and drank ice-cold beer.

Lei Heng also had a screen hung on the white wall of the courtyard to show an open-air movie.

Jiang Ye took out his wooden guitar, which he hadn't played in a long time, and used the meteorite pick that Han Qingru had given him. He sat on the steps and sang an old song for everyone.

Everyone sat together, talking about music, future business plans, and the glorious years they had spent working together.

The atmosphere was great.

There's no cutthroat competition in the business world, only brotherhood and the companionship of family.

Jiang Ye had an unforgettable 31st birthday.

late at night.

After dinner, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Shen Xinyu was tired from playing and had fallen into a deep sleep in her room.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, with only a few ambient lights casting a soft glow.

Jiang Ye took Han Qingru's hand and led her to the grape trellis in the yard.

He hugged Han Qingru tightly from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smelled the faint scent of shampoo in her hair.

Jiang Ye whispered in Han Qingru's ear:

"Thank you, big sister."

"This is the happiest birthday I've ever had in my life."

. .

As night deepened, the courtyard of the old house in the countryside was filled with a faint smell of cooking fires and the unique fragrance of grass and trees in early autumn.

Just as Jiang Ye and Han Qingru were sitting under the grape trellis, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility and tenderness, the sound of car tires crunching over gravel suddenly came from the dirt road outside the courtyard. Two bright beams of headlights pierced the night, shining directly onto the wooden door of the old house.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly, released Han Qingru from his arms, and stood up.

There was a gentle knock on the courtyard gate, and then Lei Heng's assistant, Xiao Wang, who always wore black-rimmed glasses and was known for his steady and reliable work style, pushed the door open and walked in. In Xiao Wang's hands, he carefully carried a square cardboard box for same-city express delivery.

"President Jiang, Chairman Han, I'm so sorry to bother you so late." Xiao Wang stood apologetically in the courtyard, bowing slightly. "The company reception just received a same-city express package. There was no sender's name on it, but it had an expedited label and a special note that it had to be personally delivered to you, President Jiang, before midnight tonight. President Lei thought it might be something important, so he asked me to drive over here immediately."

Jiang Ye walked forward with some doubt and took the not-so-heavy package from Xiao Wang.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Xiao Wang, making a trip so late at night. Drive carefully on your way back," Jiang Ye casually reminded him.

After Xiao Wang drove away, Jiang Ye took the package and sat back down on the wicker chair under the grape trellis. Han Qingru also curiously came over, looking at the mysterious box that didn't even have a signature.

Jiang Ye found a utility knife and cut open the transparent tape on the package.

Upon opening the cardboard box, I found it stuffed with shredded paper for shock absorption. In the center of the shredded paper lay a small item in a clear plastic bag.

Jiang Ye took out the object and examined it carefully in the soft ambient light of the courtyard.

This is a handmade leather motorcycle keychain.

The keychain is made of thick, top-grain cowhide in a vintage dark brown color. However, the workmanship is somewhat rough; the stitching along the edges is crooked and the stitches are of varying sizes, clearly indicating that it was made by a complete novice with no crafting experience.

However, despite its slightly clumsy workmanship, it's immediately apparent that the maker put a lot of thought into it. The edges of the leather have been repeatedly polished, making it incredibly smooth to the touch, without a single burr. On the front of the keychain, a BMW motorcycle logo is crookedly printed in gold foil.

Jiang Ye felt a stiff piece of paper in the keychain's compartment.

He pulled out the piece of paper; it was a small, light blue sticky note.

The moment Jiang Ye's gaze fell on the sticky note, his pupils contracted sharply, and the fingers gripping the note tightened involuntarily.

On the sticky note, a line of words was written in black fountain pen. The handwriting was delicate and upright, carrying a familiar feeling ingrained in one's bones.

The message simply read: "Happy Birthday. May you always be free, roaming like the wind."