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

Jiang Ye sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "This woman is truly born for the business world."

Seeing Xia Yu's radiant appearance, Jiang Ye's lips curled into an appreciative smile.

Seeing that the negotiations were about to break down, Jiang Ye finally spoke up.

He slowly stood up, placed his hands on the conference table, and exuded a chilling sense of oppression from his deep eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Jiang Ye's voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"We are not here to beg for your cooperation."

"Kunlun Capital has hundreds of billions of US dollars in cash flow. If you are unwilling to cooperate, we can directly acquire your competitors, or invest our own money to build our own distribution channels."

"We chose you because we value your local operational experience. But if you use that as leverage for blackmail, you are making a grave mistake."

Jiang Ye's gaze swept over everyone present, his eyes revealing a ruthless determination to face death.

"In business, I, Jiang Ye, have always been one to respond to gentle persuasion, not force. If you want to play games, Kunlun Capital will see you through to the end! Let's see who gives in first!"

Jiang Ye's domineering declaration instantly stunned everyone present.

These Wall Street tycoons exchanged glances, a hint of apprehension flashing in their eyes.

They had long heard of this Chinese capital tyrant's formidable reputation, knowing he was an unpredictable madman. If pushed too far, Kunlun Capital's massive funds could absolutely turn the North American market upside down.

Under Jiang Ye's capital intimidation and Xia Yu's forceful negotiations, these arrogant Wall Street bigwigs finally lowered their noble heads.

After several hours of intense negotiations, the two sides finally reached an agreement.

Kunlun Capital sold 30% of its North American branch equity in exchange for the full support of these giants in MCN channels and offline entertainment resources. Meanwhile, the underlying data and core control of SKY SOUL remain firmly in the hands of Jiang Ye and Xia Yu.

The negotiations concluded successfully.

……

As I stepped out of the negotiation building, night had already fallen in New York.

The streets of Manhattan are ablaze with neon lights and bustling with traffic.

"Finally done." Xia Yu let out a long breath, a relieved smile on her face.

"Well done, President Xia." Jiang Ye looked at her, his eyes full of admiration.

"Let's go. To celebrate the successful negotiations, I'll treat you to the most authentic steak in New York," Jiang Ye suggested with a smile.

"Okay, I want to eat at the most expensive one!" Xia Yu happily agreed.

The two walked side by side down the bustling street, heading to the restaurant.

However, just as they reached a crossroads and were about to cross the street...

An accident happened.

A sudden, ear-piercing roar of a motorcycle came from the street corner.

Two black heavy motorcycles sped onto the sidewalk like madmen, heading straight for Jiang Ye and Xia Yu.

The men in black on the motorcycle were wearing helmets, so their faces were not visible.

One of them suddenly pulled a black pistol from his pocket, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Xia Yu!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Deafening gunshots suddenly rang out on the bustling streets of New York!

Panic instantly gripped the crowd, with screams and cries for help filling the air.

At the critical moment!

Jiang Ye's pupils contracted sharply; his body's instinctive reaction outpaced his brain's thought.

Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged forward, using his broad body to shield Xia Yu beneath him!

"puff!"

A stray bullet grazed Jiang Ye's arm, leaving a trail of blood.

Blood instantly stained Jiang Ye's white shirt.

Seeing that their attack had missed and that police were already on their way, the gangsters immediately turned their car around and fled the scene.

Xia Yu was pinned down by Jiang Ye, her mind blank.

When she realized what had happened, a strong smell of blood instantly filled her nostrils.

She looked up at Jiang Ye's face, which was so close to hers and slightly contorted with pain, and at the blood gushing from his arm.

Xia Yu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Jiang Ye! Jiang Ye, how are you?!"

Xia Yu held Jiang Ye tightly, her hands stained with his blood, her voice filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

"Don't scare me! Please don't let anything happen to you!"

. . .

In the VIP ward of a private hospital in New York, the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Jiang Ye leaned against the hospital bed, his left arm wrapped in a thick white bandage. Fortunately, the bullet had only grazed the skin and flesh, without damaging the bone, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

He turned his head and looked at Xia Yu sitting on the chair by the bed.

The usually powerful and aloof Chief Strategy Officer of China Tourism Group was now like a frightened little girl. Her hands were tightly clasped together, her eyes were swollen and red like two walnuts, and there were still traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ye couldn't help but chuckle.

"President Xia, you're usually so aloof, why are you crying like a little kitten now?" Jiang Ye teased in a relaxed tone, trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere in the ward.

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's voice, Xia Yu suddenly looked up.

She didn't retort as usual, nor did she feign composure to maintain her dignity as a female CEO.

She suddenly stood up, bent down, and hugged Jiang Ye tightly.

Xia Yu buried her face deeply in Jiang Ye's broad chest, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Eno..."

Xia Yu's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with lingering fear and a sob.

"I'm so scared... so scared of losing you."

"At that moment, I thought you were really going to die..."

"I don't want anything anymore. I don't want a business empire or a market value of hundreds of billions. I just want you to be safe and sound."

Having survived a life-or-death ordeal, Xia Yu completely shed all her pride and pretense. She was no longer the calculating businesswoman, but simply an ordinary woman deeply in love with the man before her.

She revealed her most vulnerable and affectionate side to Jiang Ye without reservation.

Feeling the woman trembling violently in his arms and hearing her heart-wrenching cries, Jiang Ye's heart was suddenly struck.

He reached out his uninjured right hand and gently stroked Xia Yu's soft, long hair, his movements gentle and soothing.

"Silly girl, I'm fine, aren't I? It's just a minor injury, I won't die," Jiang Ye comforted her softly.

Jiang Ye's expression became somewhat complicated.

He could truly feel that Xia Yu's feelings for him were sincere and unreserved.

This woman, like Han Qingru, truly cares about him and is even willing to give up everything for him.

However, the thought of Han Qingru stirred up an indescribable sense of unease in Jiang Ye's heart.

……

News of Jiang Ye being shot and injured on the streets of New York, though deliberately suppressed, quickly reached China.

Late at night, at Donghu Apartment in Hanju.