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Jiang Ye parked the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class firmly in front of the wrought iron gate of the Yu Cui Wan villa.

The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle began to fall at some point.

The early autumn rain carries a biting chill; when it hits a person, the cold seeps into their heart through their pores.

Jiang Ye neither sat in the car to wait nor held up an umbrella.

He stood there straight outside the large iron gate of the villa, letting the cold rain fall on his hair and shoulders, gradually wetting his expensive shirt and making it cling tightly to his skin.

It's 10:30 p.m.

A black Alphard minivan slowly drove into the villa area, its two blinding beams of headlights piercing the rain and shining directly on Jiang Ye.

The car stopped in front of Jiang Ye.

The car door slid open, and Han Qingru, who had just finished a business dinner and still smelled faintly of alcohol, stepped out of the car.

Just as the driver was about to open the umbrella and hand it over, Han Qingru waved her hand, signaling the driver to go first.

The van slowly drove away, leaving only Jiang Ye and Han Qingru in front of the villa.

A few steps apart, the two silently gazed at each other in the drizzle.

Jiang Ye's eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were red, and his chest heaved violently. He stared intently at the woman before him, the woman he had longed for day and night, yet who had cruelly shut him out.

Why are you avoiding me?

Jiang Ye spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against glass, carrying an extremely suppressed anger and grievance.

"Big sister, tell me, why are you avoiding me? You won't even see me once?"

Standing in the rain, Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye, who was soaked to the bone and looked disheveled. Looking at his bloodshot eyes, her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and she felt so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

She longed to rush over, wrap the man tightly in her coat, pull him inside, run a hot bath for him, and cook him a bowl of ginger soup.

But she couldn't.

Han Qingru bit her lip hard, forcibly suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes and the impulse in her heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her tone sound calm, rational, and even a little cold.

"Ono, stop fooling around, let's go back."

Han Qingru looked into Jiang Ye's eyes and said, word by word, "I've thought a lot these past few days. Xia Yu is more suitable for you than I am."

"You two are a perfect match in business; you share common ambitions and a common business vision. She can help you take Kunlun Capital to even greater heights."

"And I'll only hold you back. I don't want to be a stumbling block in your career, do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, the last thread of reason in Jiang Ye's mind snapped completely.

He was furious.

Jiang Ye suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Han Qingru's arm, and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Han Qingru tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush her and embed her into his own bones.

"To hell with career!"

Jiang Ye buried his head in Han Qingru's neck and roared hoarsely like a wounded wild beast.

"To hell with a match made in heaven!"

"Do I, Jiang Ye, lack that little bit of money? Even if Kunlun Capital goes bankrupt tomorrow, I can still make a comeback! What I lack is a home where I can sleep peacefully!"

Jiang Ye's tears mingled with the rain, streaming down his cheeks.

"What gives you the right to make decisions for me? What gives you the right to use the guise of doing what's best for me to push me onto someone else?!"

"Big sister, answer me, what gives you the right?!"

Jiang Ye's roar echoed for a long time in the silent rainy night, causing raindrops to fall from the leaves.

Feeling Jiang Ye's scalding tears fall onto her neck, and feeling his body trembling violently, Han Qingru, who had been putting on a brave face, finally broke down completely at this moment.

Tears welled up in her eyes, instantly blurring her vision.

Han Qingru did not struggle; she let Jiang Ye hold her tightly, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

"Ono..."

Han Qingru sobbed uncontrollably, her voice filled with endless pain and regret.

"We...shouldn't have gotten to this point in the first place..."

"I'm really scared. I'm afraid that if we continue like this, we won't even be able to be siblings anymore..."

"I'd rather be your eldest sister for the rest of my life, watching you get married and have children, than have us become enemies who hate each other one day."

Han Qingru stretched out her trembling hands and gently pushed Jiang Ye's chest, little by little, pushing him away from her embrace.

Looking at Jiang Ye's face, which was filled with pain, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

"Let's both calm down for a while, Ono."

After saying this, Han Qingru turned around and stumbled towards the villa's gate.

She took out her key, opened the door, and went inside.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The heavy villa gate slammed shut in front of Jiang Ye, completely isolating the two of them from each other's world.

Jiang Ye stood there blankly, staring at the tightly closed door, feeling as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out, with cold wind howling in.

The tearing pain in his heart made it almost impossible for him to stand.

He slowly squatted down and leaned against the cold iron fence.

Jiang Ye's hands trembled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a windproof lighter from his soaked pocket.

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit the lighter.

The pale blue flames danced in the rain, igniting the cigarette.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke filled his lungs, causing him to cough violently.

He squatted there in the rain, smoking one cigarette after another.

He smoked the entire pack of cigarettes until the ground was covered with cigarette butts.

Jiang Ye then leaned on the iron railing and slowly stood up.

He took one last look at the unlit room on the second floor, then turned, got into his car, started the engine, and disappeared into the vast rainy night.

And at this very moment.

Behind the villa's gate.

Han Qingru did not go upstairs at all.

She leaned against the door and slid limply onto the cold floor.

She buried her head in her knees, covering her mouth tightly with her hands to prevent herself from making a sound, but tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls, quickly soaking a large part of her chest.

She cried her heart out, her heart breaking.

……

After returning to Donghu Apartment, Jiang Ye took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of whiskey, staring blankly at the night view outside the window.

A deep sense of confusion still lingered in his heart.

His eldest sister was his home, his only safe haven when he was exhausted, without a doubt.

But what about Xia Yu?

What about that woman who resonated with him on a business level, who shone brightly in the conference room, and who showed him her vulnerability in the dead of night because of a stomachache?

Why does the adult world have to be so complicated?

Why can't relationships be like business, black and white, with decisive action?