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

Seeing the familiar handwriting, Jiang Ye felt as if an invisible hand had clenched his heart tightly. He instantly recognized it as Shen Qinghan's handwriting!

Having lived together for three years, Jiang Ye could recognize every document Shen Qinghan had signed and every note she had written with his eyes closed.

Holding the roughly made handcrafted leather keychain, Jiang Ye couldn't help but recall something Han Qingru had casually mentioned that afternoon. Han Qingru said she had run into Shen Qinghan by chance at a flower shop in the old town.

Jiang Ye seemed to see a scene: the once high-and-mighty, arrogant number one female CEO of Hanzhou, the woman whose hands were used only to carry limited-edition designer bags and do top-notch manicures, was now wearing a coarse cloth apron, clumsily sewing this motorcycle keychain for him with her hands covered in calluses and small scars under the dim light.

Jiang Ye's heart was struck hard by some complex emotions.

That feeling was hard to describe—was it a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of being moved), 释然 (shìrán, a feeling of relief), or some indescribable bitterness?

He didn't say anything, but silently stood up and went into the study of the old house.

He didn't throw the keychain in the trash, nor did he hang it on his car keys. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk, placed the keychain, which carried Shen Qinghan's belated regret, along with the note, into the deepest part of the drawer, and then gently closed it.

He knew in his heart that Shen Qinghan had truly woken up this time and had truly let go of all her pride and vanity.

However, some things, once broken, are broken forever. No matter how perfectly they are pieced back together, the cracks will always remain. Their relationship can only end here. Let the past be the past.

Jiang Ye had just stepped out of the study when his phone, which was on the coffee table in the living room, vibrated.

A number from Yanjing was flashing on the screen.

It was Xia Yu calling.

Jiang Ye answered the phone, and Xia Yu's voice, which sounded tired but was still capable and clear, came through the receiver.

"Jiang Ye, happy birthday." Xia Yu's voice carried a hint of amusement. "Did I disturb your time with Chairman Han?"

"No, I just finished eating." Jiang Ye walked into the yard, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. "President Xia, calling so late, it's not just to wish me a happy birthday, is it?"

"Of course not." Xia Yu chuckled on the other end of the phone. "I had someone bid on a 19th-century brass nautical compass at an auction in Europe, and it should have been delivered to your Kunlun Capital office this afternoon."

"A compass?" Jiang Ye was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, a compass." Xia Yu's tone became serious. "The desert project in Northwest China is about to enter the substantive construction phase. The desert is windy and sandy, making it easy to lose your way. It's the same in the business world; there are traps and illusions everywhere. I'm giving you this compass so that no matter where you go or what temptations you face, you can always find your direction and not get lost."

Hearing Xia Yu's words, Jiang Ye exhaled a puff of smoke and said softly, "Thank you, I really like this gift."

The two exchanged a few more words about the progress of the desert project before hanging up the phone.

Jiang Ye held his phone, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling a surge of emotions.

Three women.

Han Qingru was gentle and considerate, giving him a warm haven, cooking and taking care of everything at home for him.

Having experienced the pain of falling from the clouds to the mire, Shen Qinghan finally had a profound realization and used her scarred hands to sew a keychain full of blessings for him.

Xia Yu is ambitious and fights alongside him in the business world, giving him a compass to remind him not to lose himself in the maze of power and money.

These three women, in their own ways, were all worried about him and concerned for him.

but……

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Who is the woman who truly resonates with his soul and accompanies him on his quest to find the "Cloud Wilderness"?

Jiang Ye suddenly felt that his vision was becoming a little blurry.

"Cloud Wilderness Realm," a cultural tourism brand he personally created, represents absolute freedom, the wildness of breaking free from all constraints, and the complete liberation of the soul.

But now, he's trapped in a jungle of reinforced concrete, surrounded by reports, meetings, and endless calculations. He's almost forgotten what freedom feels like, so how can he possibly see who's the one who can truly wander with him?

This deep-seated confusion even caused him some pain.

……

After turning thirty-one, Jiang Ye's life was once again filled with busy work.

A few days later, he took his team to the country's largest financial center to negotiate a top-tier capital cooperation project.

This project involves tens of billions of dollars, and once finalized, Kunlun Capital's investment footprint across the Asia-Pacific region will expand unprecedentedly.

A whole week.

Jiang Ye wears a sharp, bespoke suit every day, moving between the conference rooms of those lavishly decorated top-tier office buildings and five-star hotels.

At the negotiating table, the two sides engaged in a heated debate, arguing fiercely over a mere fraction of a percentage point of profit margin. Everyone wore a mask of pretense, their faces adorned with professional fake smiles, and their mouths uttering insincere pleasantries.

The evening social events were even more suffocating. In those upscale private clubs, Jiang Ye held a glass of red wine, listening to the business tycoons around him flattering and probing each other, and watching the entrepreneurs desperately trying to curry favor in order to secure investment.

Finally, after a series of fierce battles without bloodshed, the cooperation agreement was officially signed.

Jiang Ye flew back to Hanju with the fruits of his victory.

However, when he pushed open the door to the spacious and luxurious president's office on the top floor of Kunlun Capital's headquarters and sat alone in that expensive boss's chair...

He felt no joy or sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

Instead, he felt an unprecedented emptiness.

This feeling of emptiness was like a giant black hole, slowly devouring his soul.

Jiang Ye turned around in the boss's chair and looked down at the bustling city below through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Cars and people were everywhere, neon lights were flashing, and everything looked so vibrant.

But he found himself growing increasingly weary of this kind of life.

He was tired of this life filled with scheming, fighting, and the stench of money. He was tired of the machine-like life where every day he had to think about how to defeat his opponents and how to make more profit as soon as he opened his eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Ye missed the howling winds of the Great Northwest.

He missed the rough feeling of sand and wind hitting his face.

He longed for the crystal-clear lake at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, which reflected the blue sky.

He misses even more the feeling of freedom he had when riding a heavy motorcycle, twisting the throttle, listening to the engine roar like a beast, and letting his soul soar on the boundless highway.

That feeling was the feeling of living that he truly wanted.