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

Jiang Ye paused for a moment, then turned around abruptly.

When he saw who was holding the umbrella, he froze on the spot.

It's Shen Qinghan.

She actually ended her self-imposed exile and returned to Hanju.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan was wearing an old apron with the flower shop's logo and a pair of rain boots covered in mud. She was completely bare-faced, without a trace of makeup, and a few strands of her hair were wet from the rain, sticking to her pale cheeks.

What struck Jiang Ye most jarringly were the hands that gripped the umbrella handle. Those hands were still rough, and although the chilblains on the back of her hands had scabbed over, they still bore dark red marks, a stark contrast to her once pampered hands, which were used only for top-tier manicures.

The surrounding area was filled with torrential rain and the noise of traffic, but the air between the two of them seemed to freeze instantly.

Jiang Ye looked at Shen Qinghan in front of him, feeling a mix of emotions.

Unlike before, Shen Qinghan didn't cry in distress when faced with such a situation, nor did she take the opportunity to cling to him and pester him.

She simply stood quietly in the rain, looking at Jiang Ye with a very calm gaze.

In those eyes that were once filled with calculation and arrogance, only deep regret remained, as well as a tranquility that came from experiencing the vicissitudes of life and shedding all pretense.

Shen Qinghan didn't say anything unnecessary.

She took a step forward and shoved the handle of the old umbrella she was holding directly into Jiang Ye's hand.

"Don't catch a cold, Xinyu will be worried about you."

Shen Qinghan's voice was very soft, sounding somewhat erratic in the downpour, but her tone was very sincere.

She gave Jiang Ye a deep look, then said, "I will run the flower shop well, don't worry, I will never cause you any more trouble in the future."

After saying this, Shen Qinghan did not pause at all.

She turned around and rushed straight into the torrential rain without even looking back. She waded through the puddles and jogged all the way back to the flower shop on the street corner, where the lights were warmly lit.

Jiang Ye stood alone in knee-deep water, clutching the old umbrella that still carried the warmth of Shen Qinghan's body.

He watched Shen Qinghan's thin, even somewhat hunched back disappear into the rain, a particularly strong sense of astonishment and complexity flashing in his deep eyes.

This woman seems to have truly and utterly destroyed the once high and mighty eldest daughter of the Shen family in that icy northern town. Now, she is just an ordinary woman struggling to make a living and silently enduring hardship to atone for her sins.

Jiang Ye sighed, looked away, and focused his attention back on the broken-down car.

……

The next day.

The sky cleared up in Hanju City, and the sun shone brightly.

At 10:00 a.m. sharp, several black minivans came to a steady stop downstairs at the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

Xia Yu, leading a large team of more than a dozen industry elites, flew from Yanjing to Hanzhou and officially moved into the headquarters of Kunlun Capital.

At this point, Xia Yu's identity was completely different. She was not only a powerful woman in Beijing's top circles, but also the chief strategy officer of Huaxia Cultural Tourism Group.

She wore a well-tailored white business suit and high heels, walking at the front of the team. Her aura was more reserved than before, but also more powerful, exuding an undeniable sense of authority with every gesture.

Xia Yu walked into Jiang Ye's president's office with a professional and confident smile on her face.

She made no mention of the ambiguity and misunderstandings that occurred at the Yanjing Conference Center that day, as if none of it had ever happened. She walked briskly to her desk and placed a thick, beautifully bound business plan, over two hundred pages long, heavily in front of Jiang Ye.

"President Jiang, take a look. This is what my team worked on for three consecutive nights." Xia Yu pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked at Jiang Ye with sharp eyes.

Half an hour later, in the top-floor conference room of Kunlun Capital.

Jiang Ye, Lei Heng, and all the core executives of Kunlun Capital were present.

Xia Yu stood in front of the huge projection screen at the front of the conference room, holding a laser pointer, and began to explain her grand plan.

"Everyone, SKY SOUL, this anonymous social networking app, is indeed very popular right now, with impressive daily active users and great data," Xia Yu's voice was clear and penetrating. "However, everyone must be aware that purely anonymous online social networking lacks long-term monetization capabilities and user retention. Once the novelty wears off, the user churn rate will be terrifying."

Xia Yu pressed a button on the remote control, and a complex business structure diagram appeared on the screen.

"Therefore, my plan is to deeply integrate SKY SOUL's massive online data with the 'Cloud Wasteland' offline cultural tourism project personally created by President Jiang!"

"We're launching a brand new concept—the 'Journey of Soul Connection' blind box social tourism project!"

A glint of ambition flashed in Xia Yu's eyes as she began to dissect the business model in detail.

"After users successfully match via the soul test on SKY SOUL, the platform will create a blind box travel route for them to attractions under the 'Cloud Wilderness' brand. Online, they are anonymous soulmates; offline, they will have a real encounter and interaction in the desert of Northwest China and at a starry camp at the foot of snow-capped mountains."

"This will not only completely solve Sky Soul's monetization problem, but also bring a continuous stream of high-net-worth customers to 'Cloud Wasteland,' forming a perfect business loop!"

Over the next hour.

In the conference room, Xia Yu displayed her chilling business acumen.

Every piece of data she presented was incredibly accurate, every logical loop she deduced was flawless, and she even prepared detailed contingency plans for potential policy risks and suppression from competitors.

The entire conference room was completely silent; all the executives were deeply impressed by Xia Yu's proposal.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, his eyes fixed on the radiant, confident woman on the stage.

That sense of tacit understanding—being evenly matched in business and having a deep connection of souls—surged through Jiang Ye's heart once again like an electric current.

He had to admit that Xia Yu remained his perfect soulmate when it came to building a business and expanding empires. It seemed that as long as the two of them joined forces, there was no business empire in the world they couldn't conquer.

After the meeting, to celebrate the official launch of the new SKY SOUL project, Jiang Ye specially hosted a banquet at a top-tier private restaurant in Hanju City, which offers exceptional privacy.

This private restaurant is hidden deep in a bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city. It operates on a strict membership system and only serves one table of guests per day. The environment is extremely quiet and elegant.

The banquet was of a very high standard.

As the largest controlling shareholder behind Kunlun Capital, Han Qingru naturally had to attend this important banquet. She wore an elegant and graceful silk cheongsam, her hair was styled in a bun, and she exuded the composed and unhurried demeanor of a matriarch.

Xia Yu, as the most important strategic ally, sat in the head seat among the guests. She was still wearing her smart white business suit, holding a glass of red wine, and exchanging pleasantries with Han Qingru with a smile. The atmosphere between the two seemed harmonious, but there was also a subtle hint of mutual probing.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, looking at the two women beside him, feeling somewhat uneasy.

However, what made his scalp tingle even more was yet to come.

Coincidences can sometimes be more outrageous than fiction.

To decorate their banquet hall for tonight, this top-tier private restaurant specially ordered a batch of expensive flowers. And their flower supplier happened to be the same florist Shen Qinghan owned in the old town!