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Jiang Ye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time until night completely fell.

He turned around, walked to his desk, pressed the internal phone, and called Lei Heng and several core executives to his office.

Over the next two hours, Jiang Ye made a decision that shocked everyone.

He reorganized Kunlun Capital's global operations, delegating all day-to-day operations management and most investment decision-making authority to Lei Heng and the senior management team.

"Brother Jiang, what are you doing?" Lei Heng stared wide-eyed at the thick authorization document in his hand, his face filled with disbelief. "The company is booming right now, and you're handing over all the power to us. What are you planning to do? Retire and retire?"

Jiang Ye smiled faintly at Lei Heng's surprised expression and patted him on the shoulder.

"Fatty, I'm at ease leaving the company in your hands. You guys go ahead and get to work. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

Jiang Ye didn't explain much, just gave a few simple instructions, and then turned and left the office.

He took the private elevator directly to the building's underground parking garage.

In a corner of the underground parking garage, a row of luxury cars were parked, but Jiang Ye's gaze fell directly on the enormous vehicle at the very back, which was covered by a thick dust cover.

Jiang Ye walked over and yanked off the dust cover.

A rugged, sharply styled BMW GS heavy-duty rally motorcycle suddenly appeared before his eyes.

This car once accompanied him through the world's toughest Dakar Rally. Its body is covered with various scratches and mud, medals for its conquest of deserts, Gobi, and swamps.

Looking at this battered yet still imposing steel behemoth, Jiang Ye reached out and gently stroked the cold metal fuel tank.

In an instant, that long-lost, fervent light rekindled in Jiang Ye's eyes.

He felt the blood that had been dormant within him boil once more.

He made his decision.

He wants to put everything aside for now and embark on another motorcycle journey. He wants to go to uninhabited areas without cell phone signal, to snow-capped mountains at an altitude of 5,000 meters, to find true peace deep within his heart.

That evening, Jiang Ye returned to Donghu Apartment.

The apartment was bathed in warm light. Han Qingru was sitting on the sofa, wearing blue light blocking glasses, flipping through a document.

Jiang Ye walked to the sofa and sat down.

Looking at Han Qingru's gentle and beautiful face, he hesitated for a moment before finally expressing his desire to go on another motorcycle trip.

"Big sister, I want to go out and travel. I want to ride a motorcycle to the Northwest, to the Tibetan region." Jiang Ye's voice was soft, but his tone was very firm.

After saying this, Jiang Ye expected his older sister to look worried, just like when he went to participate in the rally race last time, and might even try to dissuade him from taking the risk. After all, motorcycle touring is full of unknown dangers, and he now manages a vast business empire, so his status is no longer what it used to be.

however.

After listening to his words, Han Qingru simply put down the documents in her hand and took off her glasses.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Ye quietly.

There was no surprise, blame, or worry in her eyes. Only deep understanding and boundless tolerance.

She understands Jiang Ye so well.

She knew in her heart that Jiang Ye was, at heart, a wild horse yearning for freedom. The reports, meetings, money, and power in the business world were like a cage made of gilded silk. No matter how magnificent that cage was, it couldn't confine his untamed soul.

Forcing him to stay by your side will only gradually extinguish the light in his eyes.

Han Qingru did not say a word to try to persuade her to stay.

She simply smiled gently, stood up, and silently walked into the spacious walk-in closet.

Jiang Ye followed behind her, leaning against the door frame, watching her busy figure.

Han Qingru opened the cabinet specifically for storing outdoor gear and began to methodically pack Jiang Ye's bags.

She carefully took out her top-of-the-line windproof and cold-weather cycling outfit and meticulously inspected every zipper and protective gear. She then found a waterproof first-aid kit and stuffed it full of various first-aid supplies, altitude sickness medication, gauze, and disinfectant.

Next, she went to the kitchen cabinet and took out a lot of high-calorie energy bars, chocolates, and compressed biscuits, neatly arranging them in a waterproof bag.

Finally, Han Qingru walked to the tail bag on Jiang Ye's motorcycle.

She took out a small amulet sewn with red thread from her inner pocket. She had gone to the most famous temple in Hanju a few days ago, knelt on a prayer mat, and prayed devoutly for it.

She carefully tucked the amulet into the innermost compartment of her bag and zipped it up.

After doing all this, Han Qingru turned around and walked up to Jiang Ye.

The night is dark.

The two lay on the bed, and Han Qingru, as usual, nestled obediently in Jiang Ye's arms.

She reached out and gently stroked Jiang Ye's firm chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

"Ono, go."

Han Qingru's voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried a calming power.

"Go follow the wind in your heart, go see the scenery you want to see."

She raised her head, looked into Jiang Ye's eyes, and said, word by word:

"No matter how far you go, no matter how high you fly, just remember one thing."

"Whenever you're tired, whenever you want to stop and rest, this place will always be your home. I'll always be here, cooking and waiting for you to come back."

Hearing these deeply affectionate words, Jiang Ye felt as if something was blocking his throat.

He held Han Qingru tightly in his arms, burying his face in her hair.

Jiang Ye's eyes were slightly red, and a warm tear quietly slid down onto Han Qingru's shoulder.

In this world, it is wonderful to have a woman who not only gives you a warm home, but also fully understands your wildness, tolerates your indulgence, and supports you in pursuing the elusive freedom.

Jiang Ye silently recited a sentence in his heart.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

. . .

This time, Jiang Ye planned a motorcycle trip that would take him all the way north.

The morning mist hadn't completely dissipated, and only a few sanitation workers were sweeping fallen leaves on the streets of Hanzhou. Jiang Ye, dressed in a top-of-the-line black windproof and waterproof riding suit and wearing a full-face helmet, mounted his imposing BMW GS heavy-duty rally motorcycle.

As he gently twisted the throttle with his right hand, the exhaust pipe emitted a deep and resonant roar, like a steel behemoth that had just awakened.

Jiang Ye didn't look back. He drove his motorcycle like a black lightning bolt, quickly leaving the bustling city filled with desire, scheming, and noise.

He sped north along the national highway.

As the latitude increased, the scenery before him underwent tremendous changes. He crossed the vast Central Plains and traversed rolling hills, feeling the wind blowing against his face grow more and more biting each day.