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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Xinyu's eighth birthday has arrived.

As the head of Kunlun Capital, Jiang Ye originally planned to book a luxurious banquet hall at one of the top resort hotels under the "Yunhuang Realm" brand to host a grand and dreamy birthday party for his daughter. He had even asked his assistant to contact the top children's party planning team in China to decorate the venue with Xinyu's favorite Frozen theme.

However, it happened the night before my birthday.

Jiang Ye sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a tablet to confirm the final arrangements for the party. Shen Xinyu, wearing pink cotton pajamas and hugging a plush teddy bear, slowly walked over to Jiang Ye's side.

The little girl lowered her head, her two little hands nervously twisting together. After hesitating for a long time, she finally reached out and gently tugged at Jiang Ye's clothes.

"Dad..." Shen Xinyu's voice was very soft, with a hint of timidity.

"What's wrong, Xinyu? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Ye immediately put down the tablet, picked up his daughter and placed her on his lap, asking softly.

Shen Xinyu shook her head, her big eyes sparkling with longing, and said softly, "Dad, I don't want to have a party at a big hotel. I... I want to celebrate my birthday with Mom. I haven't seen Mom in so long, I miss her so much."

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Jiang Ye's smile instantly froze.

Looking into his daughter's clear, expectant eyes, he felt a sudden pang of sadness.

Yes, in the conflicts and grudges between adults, the most innocent are always the children. No matter how despicable Shen Qinghan was, no matter how much she hurt him, she was still Xinyu's biological mother. Blood is thicker than water; this mother-daughter bond cannot be severed by anything.

Jiang Ye remained silent for a long time.

Images flashed through his mind: Shen Qinghan holding an umbrella for him in the pouring rain, and her humble figure delivering flowers in the private restaurant.

Finally, Jiang Ye let out a long sigh and reached out to rub his daughter's hair.

"Okay, Daddy promises you. Tomorrow, Daddy will take you to see Mommy."

The next day, in the evening.

Jiang Ye didn't drive his flashy Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Instead, he switched to a low-key black Audi, took Shen Xinyu's hand, and led her to a slightly dilapidated street in the old town.

At the street corner, the flower shop called "Qinghan Flower Art" is lit with warm lights.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and pushed open the glass door of the flower shop.

The wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound.

Shen Qinghan, who was arranging flowers behind the counter, heard the sound and subconsciously looked up.

When she saw Jiang Ye standing at the door, and Shen Xinyu being led by Jiang Ye's hand, Shen Qinghan was instantly struck dumb, frozen on the spot.

The scissors in my hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Mother!"

Upon seeing Shen Qinghan, Shen Xinyu immediately broke free from Jiang Ye's grasp and, like a happy little bird, opened her arms and pounced towards Shen Qinghan.

"Words from my heart... my words from my heart..."

Shen Qinghan's tears instantly welled up and flowed like a flood.

She rushed out from behind the counter, squatted down, and hugged her daughter tightly. She buried her face in her daughter's small shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling violently.

Jiang Ye stood at the door, quietly watching this scene.

After a long while, Shen Qinghan managed to control her emotions. She wiped away her tears, stood up, and looked at Jiang Ye somewhat awkwardly.

"Jiang Ye, thank you... thank you for bringing Xinyu to see me." Shen Qinghan's voice was terribly hoarse.

She turned around and walked into a small cubicle behind the flower shop.

A moment later, Shen Qinghan carefully came out carrying a pink cardboard box.

She placed the cardboard box on the counter and opened the lid.

Inside is a strawberry cake.

This cake wasn't perfect. The cream wasn't spread evenly, the strawberries on top were cut into different sizes, and even the words "Happy Birthday, My Heart" written in jam were a bit crooked.

However, Jiang Ye keenly noticed that, in addition to the scars left by frostbite, Shen Qinghan's hands, which were holding the cake, also had several new blisters on the back of her hands that were obviously burned by the oven.

"Xinyu, this is a cake Mom made for you." Shen Qinghan squatted down, her gaze level with her daughter's, her eyes red-rimmed, forcing a gentle smile. "Mom's so clumsy, I failed several times, and stayed up three nights in a row to make it this good. Please don't be disgusted, okay?"

"I don't mind! Mom's cake is the prettiest!" Shen Xinyu reached out her little hand and touched the tear stains on Shen Qinghan's face.

Shen Qinghan did not take this opportunity to make any demands on Jiang Ye, such as asking for more visitation time or asking to move back to his place.

She simply squatted down, watched her daughter take a bite of cake, and then whispered, "Xinyu, happy birthday. As long as you're happy, Mom is content."

Jiang Ye stood aside, watching Shen Qinghan's humble and self-effacing demeanor, and her careful and timid manner as she held back her tears for her daughter.

The seemingly indestructible ice that had formed in his heart because of the "ashtray incident" finally developed a tiny crack at this moment.

Jiang Ye realized that Shen Qinghan had truly come to her senses.

She was no longer the vain rich lady who would do anything for money and status, nor was she the arrogant and haughty eldest daughter of the Shen family.

Now, she is just an ordinary mother whose edges have been worn down by life, who only wants to watch her daughter grow up safely from afar and who only wants to do her bit of help.

……

at the same time.

With the new project integrating SKY SOUL and "Cloud Wilderness" offline cultural tourism officially entering the implementation stage, Jiang Ye and Xia Yu's work pace has become extremely fast.

The two of them worked overtime until late at night almost every day in the office at Kunlun Capital's headquarters.

It was 2 a.m. that day.

The entire city of Hanzhou had fallen asleep, and the other floors of the Kunlun Capital Building were also pitch black, except for the president's office on the top floor, which was still brightly lit.

In the office, Xia Yu was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, rapidly typing on the keyboard, revising a project budget report that was about to be submitted to the board of directors.

Suddenly, Xia Yu stopped typing.

Her brows furrowed, her face turned deathly pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Immediately afterwards, she clutched her stomach in pain, curled up on the sofa, and trembled slightly.

Due to more than half a month of high-intensity work and extremely irregular eating habits, Xia Yu's serious chronic gastritis flared up again.

And this time, the pain was more intense than ever before.

Jiang Ye, who was looking at documents at his desk, noticed something was wrong. He immediately put down his pen and quickly walked to the sofa.

"Xia Yu, what's wrong? Is your stomach acting up again?" Jiang Ye frowned as he looked at Xia Yu's pained expression.

Xia Yu bit her lip, in so much pain she couldn't speak, and could only nod with difficulty.

"Just bear with it for a moment, I'll go get you your medicine."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ye turned around and strode quickly toward the tea room outside the office.

He skillfully retrieved Xia Yu's usual stomach medicine from the medicine cabinet, and then heated a cup of pure milk in the microwave.

Back in the office, Jiang Ye squatted down next to the sofa, holding a warm glass of milk in one hand and a pill in the other, and offered it to Xia Yu's lips.

"Here, take your medicine first, and drink some warm milk to warm your stomach." Jiang Ye's voice was soft, revealing a natural concern.

Xia Yu swallowed the pills with difficulty, using Jiang Ye's hand, and drank a few sips of warm milk.

A warm current flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, and the pain was relieved a little.

Xia Yu leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily.

She looked up at Jiang Ye, who was squatting in front of her.

Looking at his face, so close yet full of concern, and at my own disheveled reflection in his deep eyes.

In that instant, the indomitable strength that Xia Yu had always maintained in the business world, the armor of a powerful woman, completely crumbled.