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

However, this tranquility did not last long.

It was past 3 p.m.

The office door was pushed open again.

Xia Yu walked in like a gust of wind, her high heels clicking as she entered.

She was dressed in a smart black business suit, holding two steaming cups of coffee in her hands, and carrying a thick document under her arm.

"Mr. Jiang, did I disturb you?"

Xia Yu walked to the desk and placed one of the cups of coffee in front of Jiang Ye.

"Just had some top-grade Geisha hand-drip coffee delivered; it'll help me perk up."

Jiang Ye picked up his coffee and took a sip. The bitterness with a hint of fruity acidity instantly cleared his mind.

"Mr. Xia, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to see me?" Jiang Ye put down his coffee cup and asked.

Xia Yu pulled out a chair, sat down opposite Jiang Ye, and pushed the document over to him.

"This is the overseas M&A plan that my team just completed."

Xia Yu's eyes gleamed with ambition, and his tone was crisp and decisive.

"Yunhuang Cultural and Creative has firmly established itself in the domestic market, and now it's time to move into overseas markets. I've set my sights on several established publishing groups and independent music labels in Europe. Once we secure their deals, we can quickly open up the European market."

Jiang Ye opened the project proposal and quickly scanned its contents.

Xia Yu's plan is very bold, even somewhat radical. She not only wants to acquire those established companies on the verge of bankruptcy, but also wants to use Kunlun Capital's financial advantage to forcibly integrate Europe's independent music resources.

"This plan is very risky." Jiang Ye frowned. "Anti-monopoly reviews in Europe are very strict, and those established families won't easily let us get involved."

"The greater the risk, the greater the reward."

Xia Yu did not back down and stared directly at Jiang Ye.

"Jiang Ye, you weren't this conservative back when you were on Wall Street. We have capital and liquidity now, why not take a gamble?"

The two men sat at their desks and engaged in a heated discussion about the acquisition plan.

From the allocation of funds to policy circumvention methods, and then to the integration plan after the merger.

They went back and forth, exchanging sharp words.

Xia Yu is quick-witted and logically rigorous, always able to pinpoint the core of a problem.

Jiang Ye looked at the radiant, confident woman opposite him and felt an extreme intellectual pleasure.

This tacit understanding, characterized by equal strength in business and a deep connection of souls, is irreplaceable by anyone.

When he's with Xia Yu, he's like a general charging into battle, always full of fighting spirit and passion.

However, when he turned his head, he saw the empty thermos on the corner of the table.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt a strong sense of tug-of-war in his heart.

On one side is a gentle and loving family haven, offering him endless tolerance and warmth.

On one hand, there's his soulmate, a partner who fights alongside him, helping him navigate the turbulent waters of the business world.

Jiang Ye wavers between chicken soup and coffee, between warmth and passion, struggling to make a decision.

……

It was evening.

Jiang Ye rode his black BMW Waterbird alone to a bridge spanning the river on the outskirts of Hanzhou.

He parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, leaned against the railing, and lit a cigarette.

The night breeze was cool, dispelling the daytime heat.

Beneath the bridge, the surging river flowed eastward relentlessly in the night, emitting a deep roar.

Jiang Ye gazed at the rushing river and fell into a deep, soul-searching question.

He asked himself, who exactly is the "Cloud Wilderness Realm" in his heart?

Is it Han Qingru, the eldest sister who shared half a steamed bun with him in the orphanage, clung to him passionately during a typhoon night, and unconditionally tolerated him forever?

Is he still the same Xia Yu who was his equal in the business world, understood his ambition, and was even willing to learn to ride a motorcycle for him, and who confessed his love to him with tears in his eyes by the bonfire on the beach?

Or perhaps it's Shen Qinghan, who once hurt him the most, but now silently bakes bread on a street corner, atoning for her sins in the most humble way?

Jiang Ye discovered that these three women were like pieces of a puzzle from different stages of his life.

Each piece of the puzzle carries his inseparable emotions and memories.

Han Qingru represents family affection and belonging.

Summer rain represents passion and career.

Shen Qinghan represents the past and responsibility.

Caught in this complex vortex of emotions, he felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and inner turmoil.

He didn't know what to choose, nor how to face these three women.

Jiang Ye took a deep drag on his cigarette and flicked the butt into the rolling river.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Jiang Ye scratched his hair in frustration.

He decided to put these messy emotional issues aside for the time being.

Let life return to normal and let things take their natural course.

……

Several days have passed.

It was a sunny weekend afternoon.

Jiang Ye drove to the international kindergarten to pick up Shen Xinyu from school.

The little girl, carrying a pink schoolbag, skipped and hopped out of the school gate and jumped into Jiang Ye's arms.

"dad!"

Shen Xinyu wrapped her arms around Jiang Ye's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"Was Xinyu well-behaved at school today?" Jiang Ye smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair.

"Wow! The teacher even praised my drawing!"

Shen Xinyu tilted her head up, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Dad, how about we go on a picnic to the wetland park in the suburbs this weekend? All the kids in my class have been there, and I want to go too."

Looking at his daughter's expectant eyes, Jiang Ye couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, Daddy promises you. We'll go tomorrow."

Jiang Ye thought for a moment, then called Han Qingru again and asked her to come along.

After all, Han Qingru had taken meticulous care of Shen Xinyu during this time, and the little girl was very attached to her.

The next morning.

Jiang Ye drove Han Qingru and Shen Xinyu to the wetland park on the outskirts of Hanzhou.

The park is shaded by green trees, the lake water is clear, and the air is very fresh.

Many families spread out picnic mats on the grass and enjoyed their leisurely weekend.

Jiang Ye found a flat grassy area and laid out the picnic blanket, while Han Qingru arranged the prepared food and fruit one by one.

Shen Xinyu was like a happy little bird, running around on the grass, chasing butterflies.

Just then, Jiang Ye's gaze inadvertently swept towards the direction of the park entrance.

He was stunned.

In a corner near the park entrance, there was a modified tricycle.

A glass cabinet was placed on the tricycle, containing various beautifully packaged handmade cookies.

The woman standing next to the tricycle, wearing a faded old coat and a sun hat, was selling cookies to passing tourists.

It's Shen Qinghan.

She actually came here to set up a stall.

Jiang Ye looked at the once high and mighty eldest daughter of the Shen family, who was now hawking goods on the street to make a living, and felt a mix of emotions.

Just then, Shen Xinyu also saw Shen Qinghan.

"Mother!"

The little girl shouted excitedly and ran towards Shen Qinghan with her short legs.

Shen Qinghan heard her daughter's voice and suddenly looked up.

When she saw Shen Xinyu running over, her eyes instantly reddened.

She quickly put down the cookies in her hand, squatted down, and hugged her daughter tightly in her arms.

"Words from the heart... Mother's words..."