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

That evening, the two returned to their hotel.

Having gone through life-or-death trials and emotional release, Xia Yu completely let go of herself.

In the luxurious presidential suite, Xia Yu responded to Jiang Ye's every request with utmost tenderness and passion.

She used her body to tell Jiang Ye about her inner fears and deep feelings.

Jiang Ye sensed Xia Yu's madness and realized that this woman was truly afraid of losing him.

He cooperated with Xia Yu, and the two spent a crazy and passionate night in a hotel in a foreign country.

After spending two more days in New York and handling all the follow-up matters, Jiang Ye and Xia Yu boarded a flight to Hanzhou.

As the plane soared into the sky, Jiang Ye looked out at the white clouds, his heart still filled with mixed feelings.

Although this trip to New York resolved the business crisis, it made his emotional entanglements with Xia Yu and Han Qingru even more complicated.

. . .

The situation in New York is finally over.

SKY SOUL has not only stabilized its position after the crisis in the North American market, but also successfully entered the circles of young people in Europe and America by taking advantage of this incident.

Jiang Ye sat in the first-class cabin on his way back to China, looking out at the thick clouds, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The relentless negotiations over the past few days, coupled with that harrowing shooting, have left him physically and mentally exhausted.

At this moment, all thoughts of his business empire and market value of hundreds of billions vanished from his mind.

All he wants now is to find a quiet place and get a good night's sleep.

For some reason, Han Qingru's face suddenly appeared in my mind.

I miss the faint scent of her woody perfume, I miss the scallion pancakes she made, and I miss the way she sat quietly reading under the grape trellis in the old house in the countryside.

That warmth, full of the spirit of everyday life, was something he could never experience in any five-star hotel or luxury club.

As soon as the plane landed in Hanju, Jiang Ye didn't even go back to the company. He immediately took out his phone and dialed Han Qingru's number.

"Hey, big sister." Jiang Ye's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"Xiao Ye, you're back?" Han Qingru's voice was still gentle on the other end of the phone, but it seemed to have lost some of its usual lightness.

"Yeah, I just got off the plane. Where are you?"

"I live in my old house in the countryside."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye immediately told the driver to take the car to the countryside.

……

More than an hour later, the black Bentley stopped outside the gate of the old house.

Jiang Ye pushed open the familiar wooden door, and the aroma of food wafted out.

In the courtyard, the leaves of the old locust tree were already turning yellow, rustling in the autumn wind.

Han Qingru was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the noise, she turned her head, saw Jiang Ye, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"You're back? Go wash your hands, dinner's ready."

Jiang Ye looked at the table full of delicious food: braised pork, steamed fish, and a pot of rich, milky-white chicken soup—all of which were his favorites.

The fatigue in my heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

"Big sister, your cooking is still the best." Jiang Ye smiled as he walked into the kitchen, wanting to help serve the dishes.

Just then, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Jiang Ye turned his head and was stunned.

Shen Qinghan held Shen Xinyu's hand and stood at the entrance of the courtyard.

Shen Qinghan was wearing a simple knitted sweater, her hair was casually tied back, and she looked somewhat haggard.

Upon seeing Jiang Ye, her eyes instantly reddened, her gaze fixed on his left arm, which was wrapped in bandages.

"Jiang Ye... are you injured?"

Shen Qinghan's voice trembled slightly as she quickly walked up to Jiang Ye, wanting to reach out and touch his arm, but then hesitated.

"I saw the news... there was a shooting in New York... are you okay?"

Her eyes were filled with worry and heartache, an emotion that came from the heart and could not be concealed.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly and took a half step back without making a sound, avoiding her touch.

"I'm fine, just a few minor injuries." Jiang Ye's tone was calm. "Why are you here?"

Shen Qinghan bit her lip and lowered her head somewhat awkwardly.

"I...I heard from Lei Heng that you returned to China today, and Xinyu kept asking to see you, so I brought her along."

"dad!"

Shen Xinyu let go of Shen Qinghan's hand, ran over and hugged Jiang Ye's leg, tilting her little face up, her big eyes full of concern.

"Dad, does it hurt? Let me warm it up for you."

Seeing his daughter's sensible appearance, Jiang Ye's displeasure vanished instantly.

He knelt down and gently rubbed his daughter's hair with his uninjured right hand.

"Daddy doesn't love you, but you're a good girl."

Jiang Ye stood up, looked at Shen Qinghan, and spoke in a cold tone.

"You've seen the person, I'm fine. You should take Xinyu home, I have things to do here."

Shen Qinghan's face paled slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

She knew Jiang Ye didn't want to see her, but she really wanted to see him again, even if it was just from afar.

"Jiang Ye, I..." Shen Qinghan hesitated, not wanting to leave like this.

"Dad, I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you," Shen Xinyu said pitifully, tugging at Jiang Ye's clothes.

Looking at his daughter's expectant eyes, Jiang Ye felt somewhat helpless.

He can't just kick his own daughter out, can he?

Just then, Han Qingru came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables.

Upon seeing Shen Qinghan and her daughter in the courtyard, Han Qingru paused slightly.

The two women looked at each other in the courtyard.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Looking at Han Qingru's attire as a homemaker, and at her natural way of carrying dishes out of the kitchen, Shen Qinghan felt a surge of intense bitterness and jealousy.

The position that originally belonged to her has now been occupied by another woman.

A complex emotion flashed in Han Qingru's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She maintained her dignified and elegant demeanor, smiled slightly, and said politely:

"Miss Shen is here? Since you're here, let's sit down and have a simple meal together."

Shen Qinghan initially wanted to refuse, but after looking at Jiang Ye and then at her daughter, she finally nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely strange.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, with Han Qingru and Shen Qinghan on either side of him. Shen Xinyu sat next to Shen Qinghan, obediently eating her meal.

Han Qingru picked up the serving chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and placed it in Jiang Ye's bowl.

"Xiao Ye, eat more meat to nourish your body," Han Qingru said gently.

Seeing this, Shen Qinghan was not to be outdone.

She picked up a soup spoon, ladled a bowl of light fish soup for Jiang Ye, and placed it in front of him.

"Jiang Ye, you're injured, the doctor must have told you not to eat anything too greasy. Have some fish soup, it's light and nutritious."

Shen Qinghan's tone was filled with concern, but her eyes glanced at Han Qingru almost imperceptibly.