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

Over the next few days, Jiang Ye poured all his energy into his frantic work, trying to numb himself with intense tasks.

To further enhance user engagement with the SKY SOUL software and increase the platform's social depth.

The R&D department worked overtime to launch a major new feature called "Time Capsule".

This feature is very simple to use, but it really resonates with people.

Users can record a voice message or write a text message in the software and then set it to be published at a future time.

This time point could be a day later, a month later, or even ten years later.

In this era full of uncertainty, people always yearn to leave something for their future selves, or for that unreachable person in their hearts.

As the company's boss, Jiang Ye naturally received one of the first accounts to experience the beta testing.

Late that night, Jiang Ye sat alone in his office.

He stared at the flashing "Time Capsule" icon on his phone screen, and almost without thinking, he sent the beta test invitation link to three women.

Shen Qinghan, Xia Yu, Han Qingru.

After sending the message, Jiang Ye tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

He didn't expect them to reply, after all, it was just a test feature.

however.

Less than half an hour had passed.

Jiang Ye's phone screen suddenly lit up, and three system notification sounds popped up in succession.

"You have received three new time capsules. Since this is a beta version, you can choose to open them immediately."

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment.

He sat up straight, picked up his phone, and opened the SKY SOUL backend.

Three audio files appeared on the screen, each without a signature and only displaying a default avatar.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and clicked on the first audio clip.

The first sound coming from the phone's speaker was a faint buzzing sound, like some kind of electrical appliance running.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's deep and hoarse voice rang out.

"I don't ask for his forgiveness, nor do I have the right to ask for his forgiveness."

"I only pray that he will be safe and sound every year, and that Xinyu will grow up healthy and happy."

"These burns all over my hands are my own fault, they are the marks of my atonement. As long as I can see that the father and daughter are alright from afar, I'm content to spend my life in this flower shop, tending to these flowers."

In the background, the oven makes a crisp "ding" sound.

Jiang Ye's fingers trembled suddenly.

It's Shen Qinghan.

The once pampered and arrogant eldest daughter of the Shen family, who never lifted a finger, was now sitting in front of the oven late at night, pouring out her humble and insignificant feelings to a virtual program.

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment, then clicked on the second audio clip.

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The background noise in this audio is very clean, with only a crisp and rapid sound of mechanical keyboard typing.

"Da da da..."

Then, a clear, capable female voice, yet tinged with an undeniable weariness, slowly rang out.

"Today, China Tourism Group's market value has exceeded 100 billion yuan. Everyone came to congratulate me, saying I am the queen of the business world."

"But looking at those cold numbers, I don't feel happy at all."

"I won the world's business empire, but I lost the man who rushed into the rain on a typhoon night to put his coat on me."

The woman's voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress some emotion.

"If I could live my life again, I would rather not have this market value of hundreds of billions. I just want to go back to that night, hold him tightly, and tell him that I am willing to go with him."

Jiang Ye's breathing instantly became heavy.

It was summer rain.

That ruthless and decisive queen in the business world, who never bowed her head, actually confessed her greatest regret in her life late at night in her office, in front of a time capsule.

Jiang Ye felt as if something had struck his heart hard.

With trembling fingers, he clicked on the last audio clip.

The background sound of this audio is a series of soothing and rhythmic waves.

"Splash... Splash..."

As the waves crashed against the rocks, a gentle yet sorrowful murmur rang in Jiang Ye's ears.

"I flew to Southeast Asia again today. Actually, there's no urgent business here at all. I just... don't know how to face him."

"I'm five years older than him. Five years, it doesn't sound like much, but for a woman, it's a fatal difference."

"I'm really scared. I'm scared that when I'm old and wrinkles appear around my eyes, he'll still be in his prime, still that spirited and successful businessman."

"He will be surrounded by younger, more outstanding women who can help him in his career."

"I can't be so selfish as to cling to him. I'm willing to be his older sister forever, as long as he's happy and can soar to greater heights. It's really okay if I suffer some grievances and have to step back to my original position."

The audio abruptly ends here, leaving only the soft rustling of the receding waves.

Jiang Ye sat in the large boss's chair, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

He stared intently at his phone screen, his eyes red-rimmed, tears welling up in them.

None of these three women signed their names.

However, that familiar voice, that completely different tone, was like a series of sharp knives, precisely piercing Jiang Ye's heart.

They loved him deeply in three completely different ways.

Shen Qinghan atones for her sins through humility and self-torture, only wishing for his safety;

Xia Yu mourned with regret and tears, longing to start over;

Han Qingru made concessions and sacrifices to achieve her goals, preferring to live out her days alone.

Faced with this complex and tangled emotional entanglement, and then thinking about the ever-increasing business pressures and the cutthroat capital games within the company.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt like he was suffocating.

The air in the office seemed incredibly thin, making it hard for him to breathe.

He suddenly stood up, ripped off his tie, and gasped for breath.

He needs an outlet.

He needs to find a real answer, an answer that can finally free him.

Jiang Ye didn't call anyone or pack any luggage.

He simply picked up his phone and sent Lei Heng a short message: "Keep an eye on things at the company. I'm going out for a few days, don't look for me."

After sending the message, Jiang Ye immediately turned off his phone.

He grabbed his car keys, rushed out of the office, and took the private elevator directly to the underground parking garage.

In the innermost corner of the garage, there was a black BMW Gyrfalcon motorcycle.

Jiang Ye straddled the motorcycle, put on his black full-face helmet, and kicked it into the engine.

With a deep and wild roar of the engine, the black motorcycle, like a wild beast unleashed, suddenly shot out of the underground garage and disappeared into the vast night of Hanju City.

This time, Jiang Ye did not head north to the desolate northwest desert.

He headed south, embarking on a aimless solo cycling journey along the winding coastline of the southeast.