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

More than half an hour later, the rain stopped, and a beautiful rainbow even appeared in the sky.

Soaked to the bone, the two continued on their motorcycle and finally reached a small seaside town before nightfall.

They found a clean guesthouse in town, took a hot shower, and changed into dry clothes.

At night, the streets of the town are brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Jiang Ye led Xia Yu into an open-air bar located by the sea.

The bar was quite spacious, with a wooden bar counter, dim lighting, and the aroma of beer and barbecue filling the air. The main hall was filled with tourists on beach vacation and local young people.

The two found a spot in a corner, ordered a few beers and some snacks.

There was a small stage in the center of the bar, with a drum set and a few guitars on it.

Jiang Ye took a couple of sips of beer and, listening to the loud music playing in the bar, suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands.

He stood up, walked straight to the bar, and exchanged a few words with the owner. The owner smiled, nodded, and handed him a wooden guitar.

Jiang Ye, holding his guitar, walked onto the small stage.

He pulled over a high stool, sat down, and adjusted the height of the microphone.

When the bar patrons saw someone go on stage, they all stopped talking and looked over curiously.

Jiang Ye ignored the gazes from the audience. He lowered his head and gently plucked the strings with his slender fingers to test the sound.

Then, a crisp and familiar guitar intro slowly flowed through the quiet bar.

Jiang Ye leaned close to the microphone, his slightly hoarse yet weathered voice echoing through the hall:

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword..."

"Take a look at the world's splendor..."

"The heart of youth is always a little impetuous..."

"Now you call the world your home..."

It's Xu Wei's "The You of the Past".

Jiang Ye's voice doesn't have many fancy techniques, but it is full of a sense of freedom and relief after experiencing many things.

He poured all his confusion, pain, and the freedom he found on his motorcycle journey into this song.

"Dilililidilililidada..."

As the chorus melody began, Jiang Ye swept his fingers across the strings, his voice suddenly rising to a powerful pitch, carrying a soul-piercing force.

The entire bar fell silent instantly.

Everyone was captivated by the song, which was full of storytelling. Some closed their eyes, some tapped their feet gently to the rhythm, and others raised their beer glasses and swayed them slightly in the air.

Xia Yu sat in the corner, her chin resting on her hands, gazing intently at the radiant man on the stage.

The light shone on Jiang Ye's profile, outlining his resolute features. At this moment, he was not the ruthless business tycoon, but a pure, free-spirited singer.

The song ended.

The guitar's last notes gradually faded away in the bar.

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers!

"Great! That was an amazing performance!"

"Dude, one more song!"

The guests shouted excitedly, and whistles rose and fell.

Jiang Ye smiled, put down his guitar, waved to the audience, and prepared to leave the stage.

Just then, a young man wearing glasses suddenly stood up from the front booth.

He stared intently at Jiang Ye's face, then glanced down at the screen of his phone, and suddenly shouted excitedly:

"Holy crap! I remember now!"

"You're Jiang Ye! You're the big boss of Kunlun Capital! That God of Wealth from Hanzhou!"

The young man's shout was like a bombshell dropped onto a calm lake.

The entire bar erupted in chaos!

"What?! The big boss of Kunlun Capital?!"

"Is that the billionaire tycoon who spent tens of billions to acquire Genting Town and completely humiliated Tencent?!"

"My God! It really is him! I've seen his picture in financial news! He looks exactly the same!"

"A billionaire actually came to our small-town bar to play guitar and sing?! That's so down-to-earth!"

The tourists and locals in the bar were all flushed with excitement, and they all raised their phones to take pictures and videos of Jiang Ye.

Who would have thought that a vacation and a few drinks would lead to the capture of a wild, multi-billion dollar financial behemoth!

Looking at the excited crowd below the stage, Jiang Ye smiled helplessly.

He just wanted to sing a song quietly, but he didn't expect to be recognized.

However, he was in a very good mood today and couldn't be bothered to care about these things.

Jiang Ye picked up the microphone again, looked at the excited crowd below the stage, and a bold smile appeared on his lips.

"Friends, it's fate that brings us together!"

Jiang Ye waved his hand and announced in a loud voice:

"Tonight, everything at this bar will be on me, Jiang!"

"Drink to your heart's content! We won't leave until we're completely drunk!"

boom!

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire bar erupted into a frenzied party!

"General Jiang is magnanimous!"

"Long live the God of Wealth!"

Cheers, screams, and the clinking of glasses mingled together, nearly blowing the roof off the bar.

Amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd, Jiang Ye stepped off the stage and returned to Xia Yu's side.

Xia Yu looked at him, her eyes sparkling with bright light, and teased him with a smile, "Boss Jiang, you can't shake this habit of spending money like water no matter where you go."

"Nothing can buy my happiness." Jiang Ye picked up the beer on the table, clinked glasses with Xia Yu, and downed it in one gulp.

In the days that followed, the two continued south along the coastline.

They witnessed the most beautiful sunrise, felt the gentlest sea breeze, and experienced the fiercest rainstorm.

Gone are the cutthroat competition of the business world, gone are those tangled and troublesome matters.

This motorcycle trip was simple, pure, and very pleasant.

. . .

at the same time.

Hanzhou.

In the stillness of the night, on a secluded street in the old city of Hanju, the streetlights cast a dim, yellow glow.

A warm yellow light was still on in Shen Qinghan's bakery.

She was wearing an old, faded apron, her hair was casually pulled back, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

On the cutting board in front of me was a freshly kneaded dough.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Shen Xinyu is coming to visit her at the flower shop. Shen Qinghan stayed up until midnight specifically to bake her daughter's favorite strawberry cake by hand.

She carefully poured the batter into the mold, her eyes full of tenderness.

Just then, the shop door was kicked open.

Several drunken thugs staggered in, reeking of alcohol and cursing under their breath.

The blond-haired leader glanced around the shop, his gaze landing on Shen Qinghan, and a lewd smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hey, it's the middle of the night, and the proprietress is busy working alone in the shop? Aren't you lonely? Want to come grab a couple of drinks with us?"

Shen Qinghan's face paled, and she took two steps back, grabbing a scraper from the cutting board.

"What are you doing! Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

The blond-haired man completely ignored her warning and stepped forward to overturn the display case next to him.

Glass shattered everywhere, and freshly baked bread rolled all over the place.

"Why are you calling the police! We're here to patronize your business!"