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"Yes, yes, yes!!"

"I made that up just to annoy you!"

"Is that enough?"

Jiang Ye didn't bother to explain, so he walked around Shen Qinghan and strode towards the door.

"Stop right there!"

Jiang Ye's merciless words stung Shen Qinghan's pride. She whirled around and shouted at his retreating back, "Why aren't you interested in me?! What's wrong with me?! In terms of looks, education, and family background, what makes me, Shen Qinghan, unworthy of a good-for-nothing like you?! Why won't you touch me?!"

Jiang Ye stopped in front of the door.

He turned around and looked at Shen Qinghan, who was furious and had red eyes. A cold and sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"You want to know why, right?"

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around and walked to the desk in the corner of the room.

He picked up a black pen from the table, tore off a piece of sticky note, and wrote three large characters on it in a flamboyant style.

After finishing writing, Jiang Ye slapped the note on the table, then turned around and looked at Shen Qinghan with a half-smile.

"The answer is on this piece of paper; figure it out yourself."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, walked quickly to the desk in her high heels, and grabbed the note.

On the white paper, three extremely rare and even somewhat strange Chinese characters were written in black ink:

【Pregnancy Grace】

"Pregnancy... or...?"

Shen Qinghan looked at these three words with a surprised and bewildered expression.

What's the reason for this? What does this mean?

Was Jiang Ye insulting her? But those three words together didn't even form a sentence!

"Jiang Ye, what exactly do you mean?"

Jiang Ye smiled meaningfully: "Try breaking it down into six characters from top to bottom."

After saying that, Jiang Ye opened the door without hesitation and strode out.

Break it down into six characters?

Shen Qinghan frowned, staring intently at the three characters on the paper, and began to mentally break them down into their upper and lower structures.

The moment those six words were pieced together in Shen Qinghan's mind, she froze completely.

The words Jiang Ye had said to her last night when he was mocking her instantly flashed through her mind:

"With your skinny body, who would want to touch you?"

boom!

An unprecedented sense of humiliation and anger erupted like a volcano, rushing straight to the top of Shen Qinghan's head!

She finally understood!

Jiang Ye, that bastard, is mocking her figure.

"Jiang Ye!! You bastard!!! Come back here!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry that she trembled all over.

……

Meanwhile, Jiang Ye had already walked up the stairs to the first-floor lobby of the villa.

The hall has been cleaned up and returned to its usual tranquility.

The elderly lady, Zhao Yulan, was sitting at the mahogany dining table in the restaurant, drinking a bowl of steaming bird's nest porridge.

Seeing Jiang Ye come downstairs, the old lady immediately put down her spoon and a kind smile appeared on her face.

"Ono, you're up? Did you sleep well last night?"

The old lady waved to Jiang Ye, gesturing for him to come over: "Come here quickly, the kitchen just made some crab roe buns, they're still warm, eat some while they're hot."

"Grandma, I'm not eating. I... I have some urgent business at the company that I need to take care of, I have to go there right away," Jiang Ye said softly, making up an excuse.

"So eager?"

The old lady sighed with some disappointment, but didn't insist that he stay: "Work is important. A man should prioritize his career. But you really are something, no matter how busy you are, you still have to eat breakfast."

As she spoke, the old lady turned to the nanny beside her and instructed, "Wang Ma, go get a thermal container and pack a few crab roe buns for Xiao Ye to eat on the way."

"No need, Grandma, you really don't need to trouble yourself. I'll just buy something on the way."

Jiang Ye quickly waved his hand in refusal. Looking at the old lady's wrinkled face, he took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Grandma, thank you for taking care of me these past seven years. You...you must take care of yourself, take your medicine on time, and don't get angry so easily."

The old lady frowned slightly as she listened to Jiang Ye's words, which sounded like he was making his final arrangements. She felt that something was amiss.

"Why are you talking so strangely today, kid?"

The old lady took Jiang Ye's hand and patted the back of his hand: "Did Qinghan upset you again? Don't worry, with Grandma here, she wouldn't dare to do anything to you. When you get home from get off work tonight, Grandma will have a good talk with her."

"No, Grandma, she didn't make me angry."

Jiang Ye forced a smile: "Grandma, I'll be going now."

"Go on, go on, drive carefully on the road," the old lady reminded him from behind.

"Um."

Jiang Ye didn't turn around, but simply responded softly before striding out of the villa's gate.

The moment Jiang Ye stepped out the door, he let out a long breath.

He knew that once he left, he would never step through that door again in his entire life.

As for how Shen Qinghan would explain the divorce to the old lady, and whether the old lady would get sick from the anger, those were no longer his concerns.

Jiang Ye no longer owes the Shen family anything.

.......

More than half an hour later, Jiang Ye returned to Donghu Apartment.

Pushing open the door, the room was cold and deserted. Jiang Ye took off his heavy motorcycle jacket, tossed it onto the sofa, and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, washing away the chill and the bad luck he had picked up at the Shen family's house.

After changing into loose loungewear, Jiang Ye sprawled out on the somewhat old fabric sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I'm completely free now.

No need to set an alarm to make breakfast, no need to be the gatekeeper of the underground parking garage at Shen's Group, no need to be mindful of anyone's feelings.

However, when people have free time, their minds tend to wander.

Jiang Ye's mind was inexplicably filled with Xia Yu's beautiful, aloof face, and the crazy scene on the big bed at the Hanzhou Bay No. 1 Hotel that night.

Six times throughout the entire night.

That ultimate sense of harmony, that passionate fusion, is like something etched into one's bones. As soon as one closes their eyes, Xia Yu's stunning curves, her awkward yet passionate responses, and those long, beautiful legs wrapped around their waists will uncontrollably come to mind.

Jiang Ye felt a surge of lust rising in his lower abdomen.

"Seven years of holding it in has really made me sick," Jiang Ye muttered self-deprecatingly.

He turned over, picked up his phone from the coffee table, and glanced at it.

My WeChat is empty; there are no messages from Xia Yu.

Jiang Ye then remembered that last night, the old lady of the Shen family had forced him to stay overnight at the villa, leaving him standing Xia Yu up. Xia Yu had been furious on the phone, hanging up on him and accusing him of breaching his contract.

"This woman has quite a temper."

Jiang Ye stroked his chin and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket.

This is the key to the Cloud Top Mountain Villa that Xia Yu handed him in the car yesterday.

Jiang Ye looked at the heavy bunch of keys in his hand, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Now that the keys have been given and the agreement has been signed, with a written stipulation of four times a month, how can I, as a man with a sense of contractual responsibility, give up halfway?

I stood someone up yesterday, so I should at least go and apologize today, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye's inherent wildness was completely unleashed. He sprang up from the sofa with a somersault, grabbed his motorcycle jacket and car keys, and strode out of the apartment.

……