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

Han Qingru remained expressionless and placed another piece of green vegetable into Jiang Ye's bowl.

"These vegetables are homegrown by myself, without pesticides, they're very healthy. Xiao Ye, have a taste."

Shen Qinghan then picked up another piece of fish, carefully removed the bones, and placed it on Jiang Ye's plate.

"This fish is very fresh. I specially went to the market to pick it out. You should eat more."

The two women, speaking in the gentlest of tones, were engaged in a fierce, covert contest.

Jiang Ye sat in the middle, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at the mountain of food piled up in his bowl, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

This meal was more tiring for him than negotiating on Wall Street.

He finally understood what it truly meant to "not enjoy the blessings of having multiple wives."

This isn't a meal; it's a battlefield without gunfire!

Finally, the meal was over.

Knowing that staying any longer would only be pointless, Shen Qinghan left with Shen Xinyu.

Before leaving, she gave Jiang Ye a deep look, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The courtyard returned to tranquility.

Jiang Ye let out a long breath, feeling completely exhausted.

"Big sister, I plan to rest in the yard for a couple of days. I'll leave the company matters to Lei Heng for now," Jiang Ye said wearily, leaning back in his rattan chair.

"Okay, you get some rest, I'll tidy up your room."

Han Qingru nodded, turned around and went into the house.

Jiang Ye sat in the courtyard for a while, then got up and went inside.

Han Qingru was making his bed in the bedroom.

She bent over, tidying the sheets.

The loose-fitting loungewear rode up slightly with her movements, outlining her alluring and sexy figure.

Her slender waist, with its graceful curves, exuded a fatal allure under the dim light.

Jiang Ye watched this scene, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

His near-death experience in New York these past few days, coupled with the oppressive atmosphere at the dinner table just now, left him with a nameless anger that desperately needed an outlet.

He walked quietly behind Han Qingru, stretched out his arms, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed longing.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss Han Qingru's fair neck.

However, Han Qingru stiffened and suddenly broke free from his embrace.

"Ono, don't do this."

Han Qingru turned around and looked at Jiang Ye, her eyes revealing a hint of clarity and resistance.

"Let's not make the same mistakes again."

Jiang Ye was stunned.

Looking at Han Qingru's calm face, half of the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished.

"Big sister, I've been through such a dangerous situation, I almost lost my life, shouldn't you comfort me and calm me down?"

Jiang Ye tried to defuse the awkwardness with a joke and reached out to hug her again.

However, the joke had absolutely no effect.

Han Qingru stood still, without any enthusiastic response.

Her eyes no longer held their usual gentleness and indulgence; instead, they revealed a deep weariness and sorrow.

Jiang Ye even noticed that the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

Jiang Ye's hand, which was outstretched in mid-air, froze.

He knew that this situation could not continue.

He looked at Han Qingru, his mind blank, not knowing what to say.

Finally, he could only helplessly lower his hand and slump down on the edge of the bed.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward.

The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

Han Qingru didn't say anything, and silently turned around and walked out of the room.

……

Night was falling.

A bright moon hung high in the night sky, casting its cool moonlight.

Han Qingru sat alone on the swing in the courtyard, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.

Her back view looked so frail and lonely.

Jiang Ye walked into the courtyard and looked at that lonely figure, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

He walked over and gently hugged her from behind.

However, he could clearly feel that Han Qingru's body was somewhat stiff.

Jiang Ye had no choice but to let go.

Han Qingru turned her head and looked into Jiang Ye's eyes.

Her eyes were calm, yet they held a heartbreaking sadness.

"Ono, tell me the truth."

Han Qingru's voice was soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking Jiang Ye's heart hard.

"During your time in New York, did you fall in love with Xia Yu?"

Jiang Ye was stunned.

He opened his mouth, wanting to deny it, but found that he couldn't say anything at all.

He couldn't deny that on that street amidst gunfire, when he shielded Xia Yu with his body, when Xia Yu cried and said that as long as he was safe, his heart was indeed moved.

The feeling of being moved at the brink of life and death cannot be faked.

However, he also couldn't sever his deep-seated dependence on Han Qingru.

Han Qingru was the warmest light in his life and his eternal safe haven.

Jiang Ye's silence became the sharpest weapon.

Han Qingru looked at his evasive eyes and gave a bitter smile.

That smile was filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery.

"I've said that before."

Han Qingru turned her head away, no longer looking at him, her voice trembling slightly.

"You and Xia Yu are a good match. You can support each other in your careers, and you share common interests and ambitions."

"Or, you and Shen Qinghan could remarry. After all, you two have Xinyu, and it would be good for the child's development for the three of you to be together."

Han Qingru took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm.

"As for me..."

"Let's just stay siblings."

After saying that, Han Qingru gently pushed Jiang Ye's hand away, stood up, turned around and walked back to her room.

The door slammed shut.

Jiang Ye stood blankly in the courtyard, staring at the tightly closed door, feeling as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out.

That night, Jiang Ye sat alone in the courtyard and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

The cigarette butts scattered on the ground spoke of his inner turmoil and confusion.

He frantically questioned himself in his mind:

Who exactly is his true master of the Cloud Wilderness Realm?

Is it Xia Yu, who fought alongside him in the business world?

Is it still Shen Qinghan, who once hurt him the most but is now humbly atoning for her sins?

Or perhaps it was his eldest sister, Han Qingru, who always unconditionally tolerated him, yet cruelly pushed him away?

Jiang Ye couldn't find the answer.

……

The next morning.

Jiang Ye walked out of the room with dark circles under his eyes.

Han Qingru had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at the table waiting for him.

Her face was a little pale, but her expression had returned to its usual calm.

"Let's eat," Han Qingru said calmly.

After breakfast, Han Qingru put down her chopsticks and looked at Jiang Ye.

"Ono, I have to go on a business trip this afternoon."

Han Qingru's tone was very businesslike.

"I'm quite busy with overseas business, so I might have to stay in Southeast Asia for an extended period and won't be back for a while."

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, then his brows furrowed tightly.

"Big sister, are you avoiding me?"

Jiang Ye stared into Han Qingru's eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Han Qingru avoided his gaze and shook her head.

"No, it's really for work."

Although she denied it, Jiang Ye clearly saw that her eyes were red.