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

Xia Yu's eyes instantly reddened, and a layer of mist quickly spread across her eyes.

Xia Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist tightly. Her knuckles turned white from the force, and her voice trembled violently, carrying a long-suppressed pain and resentment:

"Eno..."

"If... if I hadn't considered the interests of my family that day at the conference center in Yanjing, and had rejected Wang Sizhe's marriage proposal on the spot..."

"Would things not turn out like this if we...?"

"Can we... still be like we used to be?"

Xia Yu finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto Jiang Ye's hand.

Those tears were frighteningly hot, as if they were about to burn Jiang Ye's skin.

Xia Yu finally admitted it.

She admitted that she still deeply loved the man before her, and that she couldn't let go of that unforgettable relationship. She regretted it, regretted giving up what was most precious to her for the sake of so-called family interests.

Jiang Ye looked at the once proud and arrogant queen in front of him, who now resembled a helpless little girl, revealing such a vulnerable and humble side.

His heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became rapid.

Jiang Ye did not pull his wrist away from Xia Yu's tight grip.

However, he did not take the opportunity to pull Xia Yu into his arms.

He just squatted there, looking into Xia Yu's tearful eyes, and fell into a long, deathly silence.

He didn't know how to answer that question.

What's past is past, like spilled water, it can never be taken back.

however.

The ambiguous yet painful scene between Jiang Ye and Xia Yu in the office was clearly witnessed by someone outside the door.

Han Qingru stood quietly outside the president's office, carrying a thermos.

Inside the thermos was a pork rib and corn soup that she had personally selected from the best ingredients at the market and simmered for four hours in the kitchen, tending the stove.

Knowing that Jiang Ye had been working overtime lately, she specially made some soup and brought it over to help him recover.

However, when she stepped outside and saw the scene inside through the gap in the blinds...

Han Qingru's steps abruptly stopped, as if she had been nailed to the floor.

She watched Xia Yu holding Jiang Ye's hand tightly, and saw the undisguised love and pain on Xia Yu's face.

What suffocated her even more was the extremely complex pity and struggle she saw in Jiang Ye's eyes.

Unlike those shrewish women who would kick open the office door, rush in, and make a scene to assert their dominance, Han Qingru did not do that.

She didn't get angry.

She simply stood quietly outside the door, watching the two people inside.

At that moment, Han Qingru felt as if her heart was slowly sinking into the cold seabed.

She silently lowered her head and glanced at the thermos she was carrying.

Suddenly, I realized that the soup I had cooked was so superfluous and so ridiculous.

Han Qingru did not make a sound.

She turned around, carrying the pot of pork rib and corn soup that had been simmering for four hours, and walked alone into the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out the world that belonged to Jiang Ye and Xia Yu.

After returning to Donghu Apartment.

Han Qingru did not turn on the light.

She sat alone on the dark living room sofa, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dazzling lights of thousands of homes in Hanzhou.

A single, cool tear silently slid down the corner of her eye.

At that moment, Han Qingru once again felt that deep-seated inferiority complex.

She felt that Xia Yu could provide Jiang Ye with tremendous help in his career. The two of them were the perfect couple, whether in terms of business acumen, strategic vision, or the compatibility of their souls.

Standing together, they are like two sharp swords, ready to fight side by side and be invincible.

And what about yourself?

Besides making him a bowl of hot soup, washing his clothes and cooking for him, what else can I give him?

Compared to Jiang Ye's vast business empire, he felt like a useless appendage.

Han Qingru sat in the dark for the entire night.

As the first light of dawn appeared in the east, she made a decision in her heart.

She wanted to slowly and gracefully withdraw from Jiang Ye's world.

She cannot be a stumbling block to Jiang Ye's career; she must help him and Xia Yu be together.

In the following days.

Jiang Ye clearly sensed the change in Han Qingru.

This change wasn't a fierce argument, but rather a suffocating, gentle alienation.

She no longer gets up early every morning like before, busy in the kitchen preparing a sumptuous breakfast for him.

She no longer inquired about his work, no longer cared what time he got off work, and no longer asked him if he had any social engagements in the evening.

Han Qingru began to become unusually busy.

She began frequently flying to Southeast Asia to handle supply chain issues for her jewelry businesses.

Even when she was in Hanju, she would always find various excuses, such as needing to review reports or meet with clients, to stay alone in her own villa in Yu Cui Wan and no longer return to Donghu Apartment.

Jiang Ye would send her WeChat messages, and she would always reply politely and briefly, as if she were replying to an ordinary business partner.

Jiang Ye offered to pick her up from get off work, but she always declined, saying she had social engagements or had already driven home by herself.

This sudden sense of alienation filled Jiang Ye with an unprecedented panic.

He had grown accustomed to Han Qingru's meticulous care and favoritism, and to treating her as his last refuge when he was exhausted.

Now, this safe haven has suddenly closed its doors without warning, leaving him without even a window.

Jiang Ye then suddenly realized how afraid he was of losing her.

The sense of panic was a hundred times stronger than when Kunlun Capital faced bankruptcy.

That afternoon.

Jiang Ye had originally arranged a very important project advancement meeting with Xia Yu.

However, as he sat in the conference room, watching Xia Yu speak eloquently on stage, his mind was filled with Han Qingru's indifferent face.

Jiang Ye could no longer sit still.

He suddenly stood up, ignoring the surprised looks from everyone in the conference room, and pushed open the door and walked out.

"President Jiang, the meeting isn't over yet..." the assistant called out anxiously from behind.

"Cancel it! Cancel all my appointments for today!"

Jiang Ye tossed out a sentence without turning his head and strode into the elevator.

He drove his Mercedes-Benz G-Class at breakneck speed, running two red lights, and drove straight to the Yu Cui Wan villa area.

Jiang Ye parked the car in front of Han Qingru's villa gate, opened the car door, and jumped out.

He strode to the door and rang the doorbell forcefully.

He had to ask his older sister in person today what was wrong!

. . .