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

Shen Qinghan buried her face in her daughter's shoulder, her voice choked with sobs.

"Mom, are you selling cookies here?" Shen Xinyu asked curiously, looking at the cookies on the tricycle.

"Yes, these are homemade cookies made by Mom. Would you like some, Xinyu?" Shen Qinghan wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

"I want to eat it!"

Shen Xinyu happily took a bag of cookies and then held Shen Qinghan's hand.

"Mom, come picnicking with us! Dad and Qingru's mom are over there!"

Upon hearing the words "Dad and Qingru's Mom," Shen Qinghan's body stiffened slightly.

She looked up at the grassy area not far away.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru were standing there, watching the mother and daughter.

A hint of embarrassment and hesitation flashed in Shen Qinghan's eyes.

She looked too disheveled, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Jiang Ye and Han Qingru.

"Xinyu, be good. Mommy still has to sell cookies. You go play with Daddy." Shen Qinghan tried to break free from her daughter's hand.

"No! I want Mom to come with me!" Shen Xinyu held onto Shen Qinghan's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Jiang Ye sighed as he watched this scene.

He stepped forward, looked at Shen Qinghan, and said in a calm tone, "Come and sit down with me. Xinyu wants you to keep her company."

Shen Qinghan bit her lip, but finally nodded.

She pushed the old tricycle and followed Jiang Ye to the picnic mat.

Han Qingru did not show any displeasure when she saw Shen Qinghan coming over.

She graciously moved aside to make room.

"Miss Shen, please have a seat."

Han Qingru picked up a clean apple and handed it to Shen Qinghan.

"Have some fruit."

Shen Qinghan lowered her head, took the apple, and whispered, "Thank you."

She sat silently on the edge of the picnic mat, not daring to say much, just eating the apple in her hand with her head down.

Jiang Ye sat in the middle, with Han Qingru on his left and Shen Qinghan on his right.

He felt as if the air around him had frozen, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

This picnic was nothing short of a battleground within a battleground.

After settling Shen Qinghan in, Han Qingru glanced at Jiang Ye, then at Shen Xinyu.

She stood up and brushed the grass clippings off her clothes.

"Ono, I have some things to take care of at the company, I need to go back and deal with them first."

Han Qingru made an excuse and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye quickly stood up as well.

"Big sister, let me take you home."

He really didn't want to stay in that awkward atmosphere for even a second longer.

Han Qingru shook her head and reached out to press down on Jiang Ye's shoulder.

"No need, I can just take a taxi back myself."

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes revealing a deep meaning.

"It's rare for the three of you to be together, so spend some quality time with Xinyu."

After saying that, Han Qingru didn't linger any longer and turned to walk out of the park.

Jiang Ye watched Han Qingru's departing figure, feeling a pang of unease.

He knew that his older sister was deliberately giving him and Shen Qinghan some space.

Jiang Ye sat back down on the picnic mat.

Shen Qinghan kept her head down and ate silently.

Shen Xinyu happily ate the handmade cookies her mother made, occasionally feeding Jiang Ye a piece.

"Dad, are Mom's cookies delicious?"

"It's delicious." Jiang Ye forced a smile.

Looking at her daughter's innocent and pure smile, and at Shen Qinghan's quiet and humble appearance.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Jiang Ye's heart.

If only they could have lived a simple and peaceful life like this back in the Shen family, without all that vanity and scheming.

Unfortunately, everything is irreversible.

Shen Qinghan didn't say much; she just quietly played with her daughter for a while.

Then, she stood up and dusted herself off.

"I still need to set up my stall, I have to go now."

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye and said calmly.

"Xinyu, you must listen to your father, okay?"

"Okay, goodbye Mom!" Shen Xinyu waved her little hand.

Jiang Ye watched as Shen Qinghan pushed the old tricycle slowly away.

Her back view appeared somewhat frail, yet it exuded a resilience she had never shown before.

Jiang Ye sensed that Shen Qinghan had undergone a tremendous change.

She was no longer the wealthy woman who only complained and demanded, but an ordinary woman struggling to make a living.

"dad."

Shen Xinyu suddenly tugged at Jiang Ye's sleeve.

"Dad, please make up with Mom, okay?"

The little girl looked up, her big eyes full of anticipation.

"I want to be with my mom and dad forever."

Hearing his daughter's unintentional words, Jiang Ye suddenly felt conflicted and wavering.

He stared in the direction where Shen Qinghan had disappeared, lost in thought.

……

The next day.

Jiang Ye temporarily put those messy emotional problems behind him and threw himself back into his intense work.

Just as he was caught in an emotional turmoil, his career was once again thrown into turmoil.

When Sky Soul entered the North American market, it encountered serious difficulties adapting to local conditions.

Due to the significant differences between Eastern and Western cultures in terms of emotional expression and privacy concepts, North American users are not receptive to the "anonymous confessional" model.

They prefer direct and open social interaction, and consider Sky Soul's mode of hiding one's identity and confiding one's inner thoughts to be a boring software that lacks social efficiency.

Meanwhile, several foreign social media giants also seized the opportunity to launch attacks.

They joined forces and hyped it up in the media, accusing Sky Soul of cultural invasion and data security issues, and even calling on the government to investigate Sky Soul.

Under the influence of these negative factors, SKY SOUL's daily active user data in the North American market is dismal, and downloads have plummeted.

The billions of dollars invested in the early stages are at risk of going down the drain.

Serious disagreements have once again emerged within Kunlun Capital.

At an emergency board meeting.

Some suggested immediately withdrawing from the North American market to cut losses and preserve capital, and focusing efforts on the domestic and Asian markets.

Some have suggested modifying the underlying logic to cater to the habits of European and American users, turning Sky Soul into an open social networking app similar to Tinder.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, looking at the dismal financial report in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He knew that this was a hurdle that Sky Soul had to overcome to go global.

If we back down, it would mean the complete failure of Kunlun Capital's globalization strategy.

Modifying the underlying logic would be tantamount to abandoning the soul of Sky Soul and turning it into a bland piece of industrial waste.

Jiang Ye fell into deep thought.

. . .

The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room of Kunlun Capital was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The disastrous failure in the North American market weighed heavily on everyone's minds. With billions of dollars in investment on the verge of being wasted, executives were in an uproar, with calls for delisting to cut losses and revising the underlying investment strategy rising and falling.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, and remained silent.

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

Xia Yu strode in, dressed in a smart white business suit and high heels. She carried a thick document in her hand, her eyes radiating an undeniable confidence.

"I disagree with withdrawing from the North American market, and I also disagree with changing the underlying logic of SKY SOUL."

Xia Yu walked to the conference table and slammed the documents in her hand down on it with a crisp and decisive sound.

"This is a solution my team came up with overnight to break the deadlock."

Xia Yu turned on the projector, and a detailed market analysis report appeared on the screen.

"Young people in Europe and America do tend to have more open social interactions, but they also face enormous mental stress and loneliness. It's not that they don't need a 'confessional' space, but rather that they need a 'confessional' space that is more in line with their cultural habits."