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

Jiang Ye, assuming it was Lei Heng, didn't even look up and said irritably, "Didn't I tell you, don't bother me!"

"What, even I can't bother you?"

A gentle and familiar voice rang out in the office.

Jiang Ye suddenly raised his head.

Han Qingru was seen wearing a beige trench coat and carrying a thermos, standing at the door with a smile.

"Big sister?!"

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, then his face showed a mixture of surprise and delight.

He quickly stood up, strode over to Han Qingru, and pulled her into his arms.

"Big sister, what brings you here? Aren't you abroad?" Jiang Ye's voice carried a hint of grievance, like a child who had been bullied.

Han Qingru gently patted his back, her brows furrowing slightly as she smelled the strong scent of cigarettes on him.

"I heard you've been having some trouble lately, and I was worried about you, so I flew back."

Han Qingru pushed Jiang Ye aside, walked to the desk, and put down the thermos.

"No matter what, you're still my younger brother. How could your older sister abandon you when you're in trouble?"

Han Qingru looked at the table full of cigarette butts and sighed with heartache.

"Look at you, how many cigarettes have you smoked? Don't you care about your health?"

As she spoke, she opened the window to ventilate the room, then poured the chicken soup from the thermos and handed it to Jiang Ye.

"Drink the soup first to warm your stomach."

Jiang Ye took the chicken soup, took a big gulp, and the familiar taste instantly warmed his stomach and his heart.

Looking at the gentle and considerate woman in front of him, he was filled with emotion, but at the same time, he felt extremely conflicted.

He didn't know how to handle his relationship with Han Qingru and Xia Yu.

Xia Yu fought alongside him in their careers, and Han Qingru gave him endless warmth in their lives.

He was caught between two women, unable to move forward or backward.

"Big sister, I..." Jiang Ye opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Han Qingru reached out her finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

"Ono, don't think about those things for now."

Han Qingru's eyes were clear and gentle, revealing a profound understanding of the world.

"When it comes to relationships, just let things take their natural course. Time will tell."

She paused, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Actually, I still hope you can be with Xia Yu. She understands your ambition and can help you go further in the business world."

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ye felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

He held Han Qingru's hand tightly, wanting to refute, but Han Qingru interrupted him.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

Han Qingru pulled her hand away and pointed to the documents on the table.

"Right now, the most important thing is to solve the commercialization problem of SKY SOUL. Do you have any ideas?"

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on his work.

He looked at Han Qingru, and a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Big sister, I have an idea."

Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, and his tone became excited.

"I don't want to introduce vulgar content, nor do I want to continue burning money without any bottom line."

"I've decided to leverage SKY SOUL's massive user base and strong emotional connection to create a brand new 'Yunhuang Cultural and Creative' super ecosystem!"

Jiang Ye walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and quickly drew a business structure diagram.

"We bought the rights to the touching true stories and insights about loneliness and healing shared by users on the software, and published them as a series of best-selling books!"

"We've compiled the original folk songs from 'The Loneliest Bar' into a digital album and released it across all online platforms!"

"We can even collaborate with top domestic designers to launch a series of blind boxes, figurines, and cultural and creative products that embody the spirit of 'Yunhuang'!"

Jiang Ye became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"This model of transforming intangible emotional value into tangible cultural products not only perfectly maintains the purity of the software but also creates enormous commercial value!"

After hearing Jiang Ye's idea, a hint of amazement flashed in Han Qingru's eyes.

Looking at the spirited man before her, she couldn't help but sigh:

"Ono, your idea is absolutely brilliant."

"I knew it. You're a business genius; you wouldn't be stumped by something like this."

Han Qingru clapped her hands with a smile, her eyes full of admiration and pride.

"Let's go, boss, the problem's solved. Let's go get some late-night snacks to celebrate!"

……

After half an hour.

A roadside barbecue stall in the old town of Hanju.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru sat in front of a greasy plastic table, which was covered with sizzling lamb skewers, pork belly, and grilled chives.

This is Jiang Ye's favorite barbecue stall. When they were in the orphanage, Han Qingru would often secretly bring him here to satisfy his cravings.

Han Qingru skillfully picked up a skewer of grilled meat, carefully removed the burnt parts, and then held it to Jiang Ye's mouth.

"Eat more, you've lost weight lately."

Han Qingru's eyes were gentle as water, and her movements were natural and intimate.

Jiang Ye took a bite of the grilled meat, his mouth dripping with oil.

He looked at the woman in front of him, who seemed particularly charming amidst the everyday life, and watched her busy herself for him.

A strong wave of emotion suddenly surged in Jiang Ye's heart.

He suddenly felt that those so-called business empires and hundreds of billions of dollars in capital had become unimportant at this moment.

All he wanted was to spend the rest of his life with this woman, sitting at a roadside barbecue stall, eating grilled meat and drinking beer.

The smoky aroma of roadside barbecue stalls, mixed with the fragrance of cumin and chili powder, wafted in the cool night breeze of early autumn.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru sat at a greasy plastic table, on which a small mountain of skewers had already been piled up.

"Boss, two more bottles of chilled beer, please!"

Jiang Ye called out to the owner who was busy in front of the grill, then turned around and picked up a sizzling skewer of lamb, taking a big bite.

After a few bottles of chilled beer, Jiang Ye's eyes began to glaze over.

The alcohol slowly ferments in the blood, bringing a light, tipsy feeling.

This feeling is very comfortable.

Gone are the cutthroat competition of the business world, gone are the headache-inducing reports and data, and gone are the tangled emotional entanglements.

Jiang Ye leaned back in the plastic chair, looked up, and gazed at the few stars twinkling in the night sky.

Under the influence of alcohol, the "Cloud Wilderness" he had always longed for resurfaced in his mind.

Rolling green hills, crystal-clear streams, a small courtyard covered in vines, and a woman standing under the wooden door, her eyes full of gentleness.

The woman's face gradually became clearer in Jiang Ye's mind.

It's Han Qingru.

Jiang Ye turned his head and looked at Han Qingru sitting opposite him.

She was bending down, carefully removing the burnt parts from the grilled meat, and then handing the skewers to Jiang Ye.

The dim yellow light from the streetlamp cast a gentle glow on her profile, giving her a soft, filtered look.

A strong impulse surged within Jiang Ye.

He wanted to hold onto this tenderness and keep this woman by his side forever.

"Big sister, have a drink with me."

Jiang Ye picked up a bottle of chilled beer that had just been delivered, bit off the cap with his teeth, and handed it to Han Qingru.