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

The ward was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

This is a three-person ward. The other two beds are occupied by other patients, and their family members are chatting quietly nearby.

Shen Qinghan lay quietly on the hospital bed by the window.

Her head was wrapped in thick white gauze, and traces of blood could still be seen seeping out.

His already thin face was now even paler, devoid of any color, and his lips were dry, cracked, and peeling.

She wasn't asleep; instead, she tilted her head slightly, staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing the door open, Shen Qinghan subconsciously turned her head.

When she saw the tall figure walking in, a clear look of surprise flashed across her empty eyes.

She seemed completely unprepared for Jiang Ye to appear here.

Jiang Ye walked to the bedside and looked down at her.

He saw Shen Qinghan's hands outside the blanket.

Those hands were covered in calluses, with large knuckles, and several old scars from oven burns on the back of the hands, as well as new wounds from being cut by glass.

These don't look like the hands of a wealthy socialite at all.

Jiang Ye felt a mix of emotions.

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes slightly red.

But unlike before, she didn't immediately put on a pitiful act and cry about her grievances, nor did she take the opportunity of her injury to grab Jiang Ye's hand and ask to get back together.

She simply looked at him quietly, a bitter yet relieved smile forcing a smile onto her lips.

"You've arrived."

Shen Qinghan's voice was very weak, with a hoarse quality reminiscent of someone recovering from a serious illness.

Thank you for coming to see me.

This simple thank you made Jiang Ye pause for a moment.

There were no complaints, no demands, and it was as calm as greeting an ordinary old friend.

Jiang Ye pulled over a chair and sat down.

"What did the doctor say?" Jiang Ye asked calmly, looking at the gauze on her head.

"It's nothing serious, just a few stitches and a slight concussion. I'll be fine after a few days of rest." Shen Qinghan shook his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries.

Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment.

He looked at this woman, who had been completely shattered and pieced back together by life, and slowly began to speak.

"The security situation in the old town is terrible."

"Once you're discharged from the hospital, I'll have Lei Heng help you find a better location and renovate the shop."

"In addition, I will arrange for two bodyguards to protect you secretly, so that you don't encounter this kind of thing again."

Jiang Ye's tone was not one of charity, but simply a statement of fact.

He no longer loved her, but for the sake of his daughter, he was willing to provide her with a safe living environment.

However, upon hearing Jiang Ye's arrangement, Shen Qinghan gently shook her head.

"Jiang Ye, no need."

Shen Qinghan looked at him, her eyes revealing an unprecedented clarity and determination.

"That shop was great, and the neighbors around here were very kind to me. This was just an accident."

"I don't want to owe you anything anymore."

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath and met Jiang Ye's gaze calmly.

"During this time, I kneaded dough and baked bread by myself in the shop. I was so tired that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow every day."

"Although it's tough, my mind is clearer than ever before."

"I've come to understand a lot of things."

A self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on Shen Qinghan's lips.

"I was too greedy and too vain before."

"I always thought I was superior, and that all the good things in the world should belong to me."

"I took your sacrifices for granted. For the sake of those ephemeral things and face, I destroyed our seven-year relationship with my own hands."

Shen Qinghan's eyes were filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Now that I have nothing left, I feel at peace."

"Jiang Ye, I just hope you can be happy."

"I hope Xinyu can grow up in a healthy and happy environment."

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes filled with deep remorse and complete letting go.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness. I know that what I did is not worthy of forgiveness."

"I only ask one thing of you."

Shen Qinghan's voice trembled slightly, carrying the most humble plea of ​​a mother.

"If Xinyu asks me about it in the future..."

"Don't tell her how bad a mother I used to be."

"Let her think of me as just an ordinary auntie baking bread on the street corner, okay?"

Hearing Shen Qinghan's words.

Jiang Ye sat in the chair, remaining silent for a long time.

There was not a single demand or moral blackmail in these words.

Only deep remorse for the past and the purest love for his daughter.

Jiang Ye looked at the weak yet incredibly real woman on the hospital bed.

He suddenly felt that the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart for so long had been completely shattered at this moment.

The anger over betrayal, the humiliation of having one's dignity trampled upon.

With Shen Qinghan's words, everything vanished like smoke.

Jiang Ye looked at her, and finally all the coldness and defensiveness in his deep eyes disappeared.

He finally let go of his hatred for this woman completely.

. . . . .

When Jiang Ye came out of the hospital, it was already completely dark outside.

On the dimly lit streets of Hanju's old town, several stray cats rummaged for food near trash cans.

Jiang Ye sat in the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, not in a hurry to start the car. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the pungent smoke as it swirled in his lungs.

Although he had let go of his hatred for Shen Qinghan, he absolutely could not let those thugs who smashed the bakery and injured Shen Qinghan get away with it.

In Hanzhou, no one who dares to touch Jiang Ye's ex-wife has even been born yet!

Jiang Ye took out his phone and dialed Zhou Lianqiang's number.

"Master Jiang, what are your orders?" On the other end of the phone, Zhou Lianqiang's voice was both respectful and ruthless.

"In the old town, Shen Qinghan's bakery was vandalized by a few thugs, and he's in the hospital." Jiang Ye's voice was as cold as ice. "I'll give you half an hour to find these thugs."

"Understood! Don't worry, Boss Jiang, there's no one in Hanzhou that I, Zhou Lianqiang, can't find!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye leaned back in his chair and quietly smoked a cigarette.

Less than twenty minutes later, Zhou Lianqiang called.

"Master Jiang, we've found them. A few reckless punks who used to collect protection money in the old city. They've gotten a bit drunk and don't know their place anymore. I've got them all under control in an abandoned warehouse in the south of the city. Would you like to come and see for yourself?"

"I'll be right there."

Jiang Ye stubbed out his cigarette, stepped on the gas, and the Mercedes-Benz G-Class roared as it sped off towards the south of the city.

……

Abandoned warehouse in the south of the city.

Several dim incandescent bulbs hung in mid-air, emitting a pale light.

In the center of the warehouse, five thugs with brightly colored hair were surrounded by more than a dozen burly men in black with menacing faces.

The leader of the blond thugs was kneeling on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, and his whole body trembling.

"Brother Qiang... we really didn't know that store was under your protection! If we had known, even if you gave us a hundred lives, we wouldn't have dared to smash it up!" The blond-haired man cried and begged for mercy, kowtowing desperately.

Zhou Lianqiang sat on a worn-out armchair, toying with a sharp butterfly knife in his hand, and sneered.